Appetite for Destruction

Man, work was something this week or at least the second half of this week was. I had a lot of very large issues to deal with concerning more than one of our larger clients, and after jumping through all the hoops and putting in the long days it seems to have paid off for everyone. So I'm looking forward to weekend, it feels earned.

A few of the guys at work thought we should do a guys' night out this weekend. The plan is to go to Club La Vela out on the beach and see a Guns N Roses cover band tomorrow night. One of my co-workers has apparently seen these guys before and said they were worth going to see and since it's not much to get into La Vela, that's the plan for Saturday. All the guys spoke to their wives and it would seem that we've all got our signed permission slips from home to go on the trip.

Sweet.

Kodak moment

I need to start carrying my camera with me at all times again. I haven't taken a decent photograph in forever. Soon I will reduced to taking snapshots of myself solemnly brushing my hair. Lame.

Work has been pretty sweet lately. I went from having my own office in a shitty building to having my own cubicle in a brand new three-story complex, so that's a trade I can feel like I broke even on.

My book on Gunther Howell, the first person to die at Disney World, is in the rewriting phase and my editor, Jill, feels confident that we've got a winner on our hands.

Also, I've taken up a new hobby. Auctioneering.

Too damn hot

No, not me. This apartment. This damn sweatbox in the middle of July. The air conditioner decided to die last night.

Every door and window is open, every fan is turning. But the it's not enough, not in this heat. I'm melting like a snow man in Spring. The maintenance people were suppose to show up yesterday, but still haven't arrived.

Until they do I'm going to continue to sit here in front of my ocillating friend and drink my iced tea.

Fake Grape

I hate grape soda. I hate orange soda too. While I'm at it let me also add that I despise watermelon jolly ranchers and banana Runts. I have a genuine dislike and in some instances, an unabashed hatred for these faux flavors.

Grape soda in no way, shape or form, replicates the flavor of grapes - red, green, or I suppose in this case, purple.

Orange soda - who would want orange juice in a carbonated beverage to start with? No.

Watermelon. Watermelon tastes mostly like water anyway.

Banana flavored candy should just be called 'yellow flavored' because I imagine that's what yellow must taste like since bananas sure as Hell don't.

I'm done ranting.

Death and Hot Dogs

I posted this video on YouTube and a few of my friends thought I was gonna kill myself.



No, sorry to disappoint. It was only a joke.

USA! USA! USA!

On the fourth of July, 2007, competitive eater Joey Chestnut won the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating contest, upsetting six-time champion Takeru Kobayashi. In the process, Joey set a new world hot dog eating record with 66 weiners in a mere twelve minutes.

So, after six long years of darkness the mustard yellow belt has finally come back to the United States of America. No longer do we have to hang our heads in shame or listen to the sickening laughter of Europe and Asia in our plump red, white and blue ears.

Why? Because we did it! We did what no one thought could be done. They said we had reached our limit. That we had reached maximum density. We heard the naysayers and the critics and the dieticians and we said SCREW YOU, PAL! We never gave up, we never got on that treadmill of defeat. We never ordered that salad of surrender. We rolled up our sleeves, wiped the thickening gel-like sweat from our brows and reached for that next weiner. The weiner of victory!

Thank you, Joey Chestnut. For restoring our nation's pride in itself. For bringing back the mustard yellow belt. It almost makes me forget about 9/11.

Meandering In Again

I walk out and walk back in sometimes and don't know why except to say that I know that I do it, and that it's a part of being me. One more time?

I wish I could be like I am right now all the time - like water in a glass, sitting on a table in an empty room. Still as silence and without a ripple of excitement inside to disturb me. But that's not who I am, at least not at a constant. Tomorrow I may still be that glass of water, or that babbling brook that wanders through the woods looking to find a way out toward the ocean. I'd like to make it to the ocean. But sometimes I like being in the wilderness too.

I must be bipolar.

CAD Meeting

We had a CAD Meeting today at work for all the CAD Techs in the company to talk about the new software. Even amongst CAD Techs it seems that the Survey Dept. is odd man out. We didn't discuss a single issue that our Dept. has and the entire time was spent talking about civil and engineering bullsh*t.

I wasn't having a single issue, unlike almost everyone else, so I doubt I'll be bothering with another one of these meetings. I hate office politics.

Rehdogg - Why Must I Cry