So much for my idea of a running diary of the NH primary. Its 10:30 and CNN has told me 3 things: 1) McCain won (again), 2) Edwards will come in 3rd for the democrats (they boldly called this one at 8:00:01... wow), 3) they're smarter than the AP, and refuse to say Clinton won the night, mainly because the college towns haven't reported, and 4) thanks to CNN.com, that my hometown of Keene voted for Obama.
Ok, so that was four things, but whatever, I can quite obviously count points as quickly as the good folks of NH can count votes.
Meghan doesn't get why I'm so into this - I didn't care about Iowa, and I probably won't watch the Florida results... there's just something about watching NH report in - I find it exciting. To her point, what does it matter in what order the votes come in, once they are tabulated, the answer will be the answer. Still, I enjoy watching how different towns are voting (and watching the CNN guy try and use his fancy new age telestrator).
The biggest disappointment of the night? Well, I'd say there are 3. First, Bill Richardson did terribly. Which I expected, but he entertained me with his witty, I don't give a flying crap attitude in the debate - every time he was given a chance to speak, he managed to waste half of it pretending to be shocked he actually had the stage.
I'm also wildly disappointed with Ron Paul... I thought he was entertaining too during the debate, but his supporters were chanting "End The Fed!"... I guess I need to pay more attention, but from what I gathered, he wants to rid us of that pesky federal reserve. Huh... seems... iffy. Oh well, my Richardson-Paul November matchup seems to be lost...
But the most disappointing moment was John Edwards being introduced to "This Is Our Country". This wasn't really disappointing for me, because I'm not really comfortable with his "My Wife Has Cancer" platform (I hear he may have other points as well, but that's the vibe I get...), but I gather he's trying to drive votes to other candidates - either that, or NO ONE on his entire campaign staff has bothered to watch a SINGLE NFL GAME IN 18 MONTHS. How can you use that song when there isn't a single person in America that would sacrifice 15-20 years of freedom just to get the chance to put a bullet in Mellancamp's head?? This has to be the biggest political gaff of the century... well, just after the Florida elections, Gary Condit, Iraq, Larry Craig... ok, well, its in the top 10. And his campaign manager needs to be fired, and the new one put in charge of making sure that the footage of that moment doesn't make it safely out of the building.
See? I am capable of saying I have 3 points, and then making them.
Here are the final developments of the night:
-CNN has finally stated that Clinton has won NH...
-Obama has just thanked the people of a number of NH towns for "going out in the winter snow" (it was a good 60 degrees out today) to vote. And now he's rambling again. Have I mentioned that he makes me uncomfortable too?
-I'm still feeling a bit queasy about hearing the Mellancamp song... someone needs to purge that from the Collective Universal Knowledge Base.
-Mike Huckabee still looks like Kevin Spacey, is still as creepy as Kevin Spacey,and I still swear it looks like he has a goatee, even though he's clean shaven, which is really, really weird. And he still came in 3rd (thank god...)
-There's still a shot that John Edwards, Barack Obama or Mike Huckabee might be our next president, and at this point, I'm with my father-in-law, I'm ready to leave the country if that comes to pass
-And lastly, Obama is still acting like he's giving a speech at the 2004 DNC... not a concession speech in the function room of the Howard Johnson.
Yup, maybe they're right...
This is our country.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
Sublog: The Most Hated Man on the Train - Part II: Rail Redux
I spoke FAR too soon.
(Note: Unless you have a relative that works for the MBCR, I doubt I will offend you here, however I warn you now that I can sometimes get a little angry when talking about the commuter rail.)
This sublog was put on hold due to the downward spiral that the commuter rail went into starting sometime last summer - its impossible to be the most hated guy on the train when the conductors are closing cars, refusing to open doors, and being all around jerks about their job. However, the new year started off almost better than could be expected: All seven of the first seven trips that I took managed to depart and arrive on time. ON TIME!! If you don't know about the problems that the train has been having (they lost their collective wrist watch), this may not seem like a big deal, however I would estimate it had been no less than 9 months since I took seven consecutive trips with trains that ran within five minutes of on time.
Finally, with train service seemingly coming back to normal, I could once again explain all the ways I annoy virtually everyone on the train - at least, I would be annoyed if someone else did the things that I did - I'm not sure if the mindless drones much notice me as they head into and out of their beehives daily.
Luckily, I had the opportunity to put in another hour and a half of work tonight, beyond my usual departure time, and I was graced with a train that was 13 minutes late in arriving to Back Bay, and another 10ish minutes (net 23 minutes) late in getting to Canton. This is what I expect from my MBCR (thank God the MBTA extended their contract by 2 years!)
As usual, I spoke too soon. It was foolish of me to think that they'd go 8 for 8 (come on, even Top Brady has an incomplete pass, or forgets to put on a helmet, once every 8 or 9 times, right? Just ask Randy Moss. Or Bridget.)
Anyway, my favorite train moment of the new year happened right in the Canton Junction parking lot. Because of the un-recent-winter-like winter we started out with (ie, there's actually snow on the ground, or at least there was), there are some pretty good sized snow banks about the lot (though not once have I seen the snow bank get its lazy ass up and pay for its space like the rest of us). When the "good" parking lot fills up (the good one is the one on the same side of the tracks as the inbound train) fills up, I inevitably have to park on the "bad" side - but people have started to miss the last spot on the good side - its half covered in snow and ice, and if you back in, the rear drivers tire is elevated a good 8 inches higher than the rest of the car, but its a thousand times better than parking on the bad side.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure the good side fills up by about 7 am... maybe 7:20. By the time I get there, at about 8ish, the good lot is full. Last Thursday though, I lurked around the lot, and found that the hidden space was still open. I backed in (not too hard in the little rubber-band of a car that I have, even with the ice obstacles), and within about 60 seconds, 3 more cars came looking to see if the spot was open. But my favorite moment was the first guy that pulled up... he stopped short when he realized that I had already snuck into the spot, looked over in disbelief (he must be one of the other few that gets it when I don't), then smiled and nodded at me.
Yep, its a sad, sad brotherhood, the poor souls that park at Canton Junction station. For just one moment, I wasn't hated. Envied, maybe, but not hated. At least, not until I probably half shoved him out of the way so I could get off the train first.
(Note: Unless you have a relative that works for the MBCR, I doubt I will offend you here, however I warn you now that I can sometimes get a little angry when talking about the commuter rail.)
This sublog was put on hold due to the downward spiral that the commuter rail went into starting sometime last summer - its impossible to be the most hated guy on the train when the conductors are closing cars, refusing to open doors, and being all around jerks about their job. However, the new year started off almost better than could be expected: All seven of the first seven trips that I took managed to depart and arrive on time. ON TIME!! If you don't know about the problems that the train has been having (they lost their collective wrist watch), this may not seem like a big deal, however I would estimate it had been no less than 9 months since I took seven consecutive trips with trains that ran within five minutes of on time.
Finally, with train service seemingly coming back to normal, I could once again explain all the ways I annoy virtually everyone on the train - at least, I would be annoyed if someone else did the things that I did - I'm not sure if the mindless drones much notice me as they head into and out of their beehives daily.
Luckily, I had the opportunity to put in another hour and a half of work tonight, beyond my usual departure time, and I was graced with a train that was 13 minutes late in arriving to Back Bay, and another 10ish minutes (net 23 minutes) late in getting to Canton. This is what I expect from my MBCR (thank God the MBTA extended their contract by 2 years!)
As usual, I spoke too soon. It was foolish of me to think that they'd go 8 for 8 (come on, even Top Brady has an incomplete pass, or forgets to put on a helmet, once every 8 or 9 times, right? Just ask Randy Moss. Or Bridget.)
Anyway, my favorite train moment of the new year happened right in the Canton Junction parking lot. Because of the un-recent-winter-like winter we started out with (ie, there's actually snow on the ground, or at least there was), there are some pretty good sized snow banks about the lot (though not once have I seen the snow bank get its lazy ass up and pay for its space like the rest of us). When the "good" parking lot fills up (the good one is the one on the same side of the tracks as the inbound train) fills up, I inevitably have to park on the "bad" side - but people have started to miss the last spot on the good side - its half covered in snow and ice, and if you back in, the rear drivers tire is elevated a good 8 inches higher than the rest of the car, but its a thousand times better than parking on the bad side.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure the good side fills up by about 7 am... maybe 7:20. By the time I get there, at about 8ish, the good lot is full. Last Thursday though, I lurked around the lot, and found that the hidden space was still open. I backed in (not too hard in the little rubber-band of a car that I have, even with the ice obstacles), and within about 60 seconds, 3 more cars came looking to see if the spot was open. But my favorite moment was the first guy that pulled up... he stopped short when he realized that I had already snuck into the spot, looked over in disbelief (he must be one of the other few that gets it when I don't), then smiled and nodded at me.
Yep, its a sad, sad brotherhood, the poor souls that park at Canton Junction station. For just one moment, I wasn't hated. Envied, maybe, but not hated. At least, not until I probably half shoved him out of the way so I could get off the train first.
I was going to post, but unfortunately I'm out with a thumb
What was once reserved for annoying sports commentators has now branched out to annoying radio announcers. I was on my way home tonight when I turned to WBZ (did you hear that Polaroid is coming out with a printer that will print pictures? Wow!! Yikes. I'm surprised every time I drive by the Polaroid office off of 128 that they still have employees, and desks, and filing cabinets, and all those other things that I figured the repo men would have taken away by now). Anyway, the guy doing traffic on the 3's informed me that 128 South was slow near exit 2 with a fender.
With a fender? I can only assume that he meant a fender bender... however I'm not quite sure. It may have been a car that had its fender fall off... or maybe there was a slowdown as people watched a guy play a little guitar hero 3 (he was using a fender stratocaster guitar). I just don't know.
Needless to say, I avoided that route. Sadly, the traffic guy won't be in tomorrow, he'll be out with vocal cords. I'll let you decide exactly what I did to them.
With a fender? I can only assume that he meant a fender bender... however I'm not quite sure. It may have been a car that had its fender fall off... or maybe there was a slowdown as people watched a guy play a little guitar hero 3 (he was using a fender stratocaster guitar). I just don't know.
Needless to say, I avoided that route. Sadly, the traffic guy won't be in tomorrow, he'll be out with vocal cords. I'll let you decide exactly what I did to them.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
For When You Get Sick of the Family Today
I missed Saudi Arabia by about 4,000 miles and managed to hit mainland India. Yup, I'm that good.
Traveler IQ Challenge
Not that I've ever gotten bored on a major holiday....
Traveler IQ Challenge
Not that I've ever gotten bored on a major holiday....
The Hat Rule
I know that my counterpart has posted some fashion tips and concerns in the past, but I was irked yesterday at the Pats game (I'd go into the whole gloating thing about getting to go... and sitting on the 50... twenty rows up... but I think she covered that already).
Anyway, a guy, two rows down, didn't remove his winter hat for the national anthem. Really? Buddy, how did you miss it? Now, the kids in front of us were complete asses and stood for a lot of the game when everyone else was sitting, and that was just senseless rudeness, but there's being rude to a few people, and the general assiness that goes with it, and then there's not removing your hat before the national anthem.
Its not a hard thing to remember, really, as they generally ask you to do so before the song begins. But even if not, if you have been to any event, uhm, ever, when the Star Spangled Banner (or O Holy Night or whatever it is they sing in Canadia) is being sung, you'll notice that everyone removes their hats.
So when dingus doesn't remove his winter cap, it makes me mad. Sure, it may have been a nice, wool hat that didn't have a visable brim to remind him of his civic duty, but let's be honest, it was fifty degrees and dry at kickoff, and there's no way you could hear how hot the anthem singer was with those wool flaps covering your ears.
I have a few simple rules about wearing hats. (I don't always conform to Meghan's First Law of Hats - that I should never, outside of a 10 mile radius of a skiable mountain, wear any winterized hat gear). But I take my rules seriously.
1) Don't wear a hat during the national anthem. Ever.
2) Don't wear a hat in the house. My mother yelled at my brother Philip about this quite a bit while I was growing up... I'm pretty sure he did it mostly to bug her, but for whatever reason I sided with her on this one... not because I felt she was right under the old "don't wear a hat indoors" rule, but rather, why would you need a hat in your own house?? Sure, if I come to your house, and we end up playing Beirut in the basement, I may not know too much about your ceiling situation, and a hat would protect me from any falling debris in your least well kept room in the house, but outside of that, I can't imagine circumstances under which would necessitate wearing a hat in the house. (Note: I probably break this rule regularly, especially shortly before leaving the house, or in the summer).
3) Don't wear a hat in a public building. This rule, unlike the others, has several exceptions:
a. You can wear hats in the following eating establishments: "quick serve" restaurants (as they don't liked to be called fast food anymore), coffee shops (In Dunkin Donuts this is universally acceptable, in Starbucks it is done mainly to annoy the people that don't realize they should really be at Dunkin Donuts), sports bars (for fairly obvious reasons), any restaurant calling itself a "bar and grill" (read: sports bar), and any other restaurant that either i) is decorated with any form of memorabilia or other assorted flair (ie Chilis, ect), or ii) that require hats as part of the serving staffs uniform (which goes back to the Dunkin Donuts rule). I generally break this rule in places like chilis and routinely forget hats there after I've taken them off.
b. If there is a blizzard, or other form of catastrophe, you are allowed to put your hat on before exiting the building, likewise, it may remain on until shortly after entering. Just don't forget to put it on/take it off with reasonable consideration for the amount of time you are walking through a public building with a hat on (the lobby area is the only place where this rule is acceptable).
c. You can wear hats "inside" if the venue which you are attending is predominantly outdoors. Examples include football stadiums (both kinds of football, and also including domes, as they should be retractable and who so ever designed non-retractable domes needs to receive electro-shock therapy), ballparks (ditto on the domes), Revolutionary War forts, ect.
d. Indoor arenas, again, for obvious reasons (no one needs to call me unreasonable here).
e. Generally speaking, anytime the public venue is used predominantly for shopping, ie grocery stores, shopping malls, ect, hats are allowed, however no-hat rules apply in the instance that you go to a decent restaurant in a mall (take the Cheesecake Factory for example, which is attached to a mall, but tries to seem quasi-upscale. You're required to play along and take off our hat, even though I'm not sure why you want to pay $30 for a mildly ok piece of chicken. But we'll save that for the restaurant choosing guide later).
f. Hats are, coincidentally, acceptable in virtually all portable public venues, such as trains and buses, however if you're ever trunked by the mafia, you may want to remove your hat if they pulled up in a nice limo, or even a town car (and consider figuring out how to say the rosary, as you're nearing the end of the line). I'm not yet sure about trolleys, however I don't have any correspondents in San Fran.
Anyway, a guy, two rows down, didn't remove his winter hat for the national anthem. Really? Buddy, how did you miss it? Now, the kids in front of us were complete asses and stood for a lot of the game when everyone else was sitting, and that was just senseless rudeness, but there's being rude to a few people, and the general assiness that goes with it, and then there's not removing your hat before the national anthem.
Its not a hard thing to remember, really, as they generally ask you to do so before the song begins. But even if not, if you have been to any event, uhm, ever, when the Star Spangled Banner (or O Holy Night or whatever it is they sing in Canadia) is being sung, you'll notice that everyone removes their hats.
So when dingus doesn't remove his winter cap, it makes me mad. Sure, it may have been a nice, wool hat that didn't have a visable brim to remind him of his civic duty, but let's be honest, it was fifty degrees and dry at kickoff, and there's no way you could hear how hot the anthem singer was with those wool flaps covering your ears.
I have a few simple rules about wearing hats. (I don't always conform to Meghan's First Law of Hats - that I should never, outside of a 10 mile radius of a skiable mountain, wear any winterized hat gear). But I take my rules seriously.
1) Don't wear a hat during the national anthem. Ever.
2) Don't wear a hat in the house. My mother yelled at my brother Philip about this quite a bit while I was growing up... I'm pretty sure he did it mostly to bug her, but for whatever reason I sided with her on this one... not because I felt she was right under the old "don't wear a hat indoors" rule, but rather, why would you need a hat in your own house?? Sure, if I come to your house, and we end up playing Beirut in the basement, I may not know too much about your ceiling situation, and a hat would protect me from any falling debris in your least well kept room in the house, but outside of that, I can't imagine circumstances under which would necessitate wearing a hat in the house. (Note: I probably break this rule regularly, especially shortly before leaving the house, or in the summer).
3) Don't wear a hat in a public building. This rule, unlike the others, has several exceptions:
a. You can wear hats in the following eating establishments: "quick serve" restaurants (as they don't liked to be called fast food anymore), coffee shops (In Dunkin Donuts this is universally acceptable, in Starbucks it is done mainly to annoy the people that don't realize they should really be at Dunkin Donuts), sports bars (for fairly obvious reasons), any restaurant calling itself a "bar and grill" (read: sports bar), and any other restaurant that either i) is decorated with any form of memorabilia or other assorted flair (ie Chilis, ect), or ii) that require hats as part of the serving staffs uniform (which goes back to the Dunkin Donuts rule). I generally break this rule in places like chilis and routinely forget hats there after I've taken them off.
b. If there is a blizzard, or other form of catastrophe, you are allowed to put your hat on before exiting the building, likewise, it may remain on until shortly after entering. Just don't forget to put it on/take it off with reasonable consideration for the amount of time you are walking through a public building with a hat on (the lobby area is the only place where this rule is acceptable).
c. You can wear hats "inside" if the venue which you are attending is predominantly outdoors. Examples include football stadiums (both kinds of football, and also including domes, as they should be retractable and who so ever designed non-retractable domes needs to receive electro-shock therapy), ballparks (ditto on the domes), Revolutionary War forts, ect.
d. Indoor arenas, again, for obvious reasons (no one needs to call me unreasonable here).
e. Generally speaking, anytime the public venue is used predominantly for shopping, ie grocery stores, shopping malls, ect, hats are allowed, however no-hat rules apply in the instance that you go to a decent restaurant in a mall (take the Cheesecake Factory for example, which is attached to a mall, but tries to seem quasi-upscale. You're required to play along and take off our hat, even though I'm not sure why you want to pay $30 for a mildly ok piece of chicken. But we'll save that for the restaurant choosing guide later).
f. Hats are, coincidentally, acceptable in virtually all portable public venues, such as trains and buses, however if you're ever trunked by the mafia, you may want to remove your hat if they pulled up in a nice limo, or even a town car (and consider figuring out how to say the rosary, as you're nearing the end of the line). I'm not yet sure about trolleys, however I don't have any correspondents in San Fran.
4) Hats should be removed as a sign of respect, regardless of venue, for the Queen, other foreign dignitaries, persons held in high regard by the local public (ie Dave Roberts, Kevin McHale, Brian Boitano, ect), the recently deceased, in memory of the recently deceased, or for a plethora of deceased (a class-action remembrance), near the final resting place of the not-so-recently deceased, and heads-of-state who have attained their post by winning a popular election.
These are rules that I find quite easy to live by. Each day that I wear a baseball cap into town, I walk into DD and get my coffee, head over to the Tower and remove my hat as I'm entering the revolving door (this takes a good deal of coordination, as I am generally balancing my hat, my coffee, and my urge to make 3 or 4 revolutions in the hopes that the ensuing nausea will send me home early.) I take these rules seriously (no, really, I do), but don't generally preach them as I figure most people have learned the rules, and the caveats that go with them.
Apparently not. Take off your hat for the anthem.
And as a sign of respect for your soon to be 16-0 NE Patriots.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Useless Terminology
I spent Tuesday and Wednesday in bed. I don't think I have ever if my life spent 2 days in bed when I was sick. As my mother. As my wife. If I'm sick, I'm up and about, in fact, I may as well be at work/school/piano lessons, save for the fact that I would make everyone else miserable with my hacking, coughing, sniffling nature.
Because of my bed-ridden hours, I had a sever lack of day-time tv and too much back-ache from laying around. But during the little time I did watch TV, I got to watch some of the UEFA Champions League on ESPN2. Yup, I eschewed the Food Network, G4 and CNBC for European Soccer. I felt it was appropriate as I managed to watch about 30 minutes of the MLS Cup.
All I can say is them Europeans are darn good at that other football game. I watched ManU versus Bantha Fodder of the Day (ok, they had a real name, and they actually lead for half the game, but even I knew that ManU was gonna win that game). At any rate, my tired, congested head enjoyed the game, not sure if I should start DVRing it on a constant basis, but it was kind of fun.
When I finally got back to work today, Doug, (who reminds me of a cross between Dante and Doug Funny, only Dante was Doug Funny) and I chatted about the potential for the Sox landing Johan Santana - setting up the possibility that the Sox could have the most stacked pitching rotation, well, ever, next season. Needless to say, I'm giddy.
In reading on ESPN about the potential deal, I'm immediately dismayed though, not because of the deal itself, but the way its positioned: the Sox and Twins are working out the "framework" of a deal that would send Santana to Boston for Jon Lester, Coco, and the pupu of prospects (most notably NOT Jacoby and NOT Buchholz).
Why do they have to call it a framework? Why is that jargon necessary? Why can't they just say that they are talking about a deal? Of course they're talking about a framework - if they already had the framework, and the floors and ceilings and walls, and they were just picking out carpets and cabinets at this point, wouldn't we say they had a deal?
When ARod resigned with the Empire, it was reported that they had a framework in place for the deal, but it wasn't signed yet. This is all well and good, it tells everyone that he's off the market, and the specifics are all that is left (how to spread out bonuses, how many gourds Boras gets up the rear, ect).
But with the Sox and Twins, there's no actual deal in place - in fact by all accounts the deal may not happen at all.
So there is NO reason to say they are working out a framework. Just say they're talking about it. Just because they're talking about it doesn't mean it will EVER happen. This happens with Meghan and I all the time. But I don't go out and say that we're talking about a framework of an agreement of me spending a weekend in Montreal with the boys, or a framework for the arrangement where I'll hang around for Beth's baby shower this weekend. Believe me, there are discussions, they're usually loud, and there is certainly no framework for either.
All I'm sayin is that writers need to cut out the waste. Tell me what I need to know without too many fancy sayings. There's a lot of news to digest out there, give it to me straight.
Because of my bed-ridden hours, I had a sever lack of day-time tv and too much back-ache from laying around. But during the little time I did watch TV, I got to watch some of the UEFA Champions League on ESPN2. Yup, I eschewed the Food Network, G4 and CNBC for European Soccer. I felt it was appropriate as I managed to watch about 30 minutes of the MLS Cup.
All I can say is them Europeans are darn good at that other football game. I watched ManU versus Bantha Fodder of the Day (ok, they had a real name, and they actually lead for half the game, but even I knew that ManU was gonna win that game). At any rate, my tired, congested head enjoyed the game, not sure if I should start DVRing it on a constant basis, but it was kind of fun.
When I finally got back to work today, Doug, (who reminds me of a cross between Dante and Doug Funny, only Dante was Doug Funny) and I chatted about the potential for the Sox landing Johan Santana - setting up the possibility that the Sox could have the most stacked pitching rotation, well, ever, next season. Needless to say, I'm giddy.
In reading on ESPN about the potential deal, I'm immediately dismayed though, not because of the deal itself, but the way its positioned: the Sox and Twins are working out the "framework" of a deal that would send Santana to Boston for Jon Lester, Coco, and the pupu of prospects (most notably NOT Jacoby and NOT Buchholz).
Why do they have to call it a framework? Why is that jargon necessary? Why can't they just say that they are talking about a deal? Of course they're talking about a framework - if they already had the framework, and the floors and ceilings and walls, and they were just picking out carpets and cabinets at this point, wouldn't we say they had a deal?
When ARod resigned with the Empire, it was reported that they had a framework in place for the deal, but it wasn't signed yet. This is all well and good, it tells everyone that he's off the market, and the specifics are all that is left (how to spread out bonuses, how many gourds Boras gets up the rear, ect).
But with the Sox and Twins, there's no actual deal in place - in fact by all accounts the deal may not happen at all.
So there is NO reason to say they are working out a framework. Just say they're talking about it. Just because they're talking about it doesn't mean it will EVER happen. This happens with Meghan and I all the time. But I don't go out and say that we're talking about a framework of an agreement of me spending a weekend in Montreal with the boys, or a framework for the arrangement where I'll hang around for Beth's baby shower this weekend. Believe me, there are discussions, they're usually loud, and there is certainly no framework for either.
All I'm sayin is that writers need to cut out the waste. Tell me what I need to know without too many fancy sayings. There's a lot of news to digest out there, give it to me straight.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Take A Bow!
What can I say. I'm thankful. I'm thankful that the Red Sox won the won the world series, I'm thankful that the Celtics are doing so well, I'm thankful that the Pats rock the world, I'm even thankful that the Bruins have a +.500 record.
I'm thankful for my friends. I'm looking forward to our Christmas party. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone, and I'm really glad that those that can come will be there. And those that can't come, know you will be missed.
And I'm thankful for my family. Meghan and I only do the Keene thing once every two years (for thanksgiving that is), but I really do love doing it.
And I'm thankful for the beer, and wine, and lots of sugary deserts, that helped my write this post.
but most of all, i'm thankful right now for you, my fair reader, for sticking with me.
I've been crazy recently. 50+ hours of work a week. 3 classes a week, 3 out of five week nights. I barely find time for myself, let alone you (no, really, I played madden the other night, for the first time in months. believe me, i missed you.).
Well, I will try and do better; as the classes wind down, and the incidental incidencies wind up, i'll try and tell you more about me.
But most of all, i'm most thankful for direct flights to North Carolina. It may have been less than 30 degrees, but we survived, and we had a good time in NC for Meghan's cousins wedding last weekend. and if we can brave the cold, we can brave the hard work, and hard classes, and all the rest, and try and provide the hard hitting comedy that you've expected, and missed, as I've been away.
On that note, enjoy this:
I'm thankful for my friends. I'm looking forward to our Christmas party. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone, and I'm really glad that those that can come will be there. And those that can't come, know you will be missed.
And I'm thankful for my family. Meghan and I only do the Keene thing once every two years (for thanksgiving that is), but I really do love doing it.
And I'm thankful for the beer, and wine, and lots of sugary deserts, that helped my write this post.
but most of all, i'm thankful right now for you, my fair reader, for sticking with me.
I've been crazy recently. 50+ hours of work a week. 3 classes a week, 3 out of five week nights. I barely find time for myself, let alone you (no, really, I played madden the other night, for the first time in months. believe me, i missed you.).
Well, I will try and do better; as the classes wind down, and the incidental incidencies wind up, i'll try and tell you more about me.
But most of all, i'm most thankful for direct flights to North Carolina. It may have been less than 30 degrees, but we survived, and we had a good time in NC for Meghan's cousins wedding last weekend. and if we can brave the cold, we can brave the hard work, and hard classes, and all the rest, and try and provide the hard hitting comedy that you've expected, and missed, as I've been away.
On that note, enjoy this:
Thursday, November 8, 2007
With insomnia you're never really asleep, you're never really awake"
I don't have insomnia, no, if I had a pillow right now, I'm pretty sure I would be asleep five seconds ago. But if you've seen fight club, you've seen the look on Ed Norton's face - the blank stare because he can't sleep. Well, I have the same blank stare because I have to be awake.
Work, Class, Work, Work, Class, Work, Class, Work. I haven't slept well since the ALDS. And I haven't even played Halo 3 in a few weeks.
I may not be making much sense, but that's mainly because my body is upright when it wants to be laying down, and it doesn't even care that its only 7 pm. And, Well, I have a microphone, and you don't, SO YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!
A few random notes, tidbits, and other various and sundry things about the world:
1. I have never been as ashamed of my poor little car as I was last night, when, in a room of 60+ people, my Financial Modeling professor asked me what type of car I drove, and he made me admit not only that it is a Nissan, but that it is a Sentra. And then he managed to use it as an example for about 10 minutes. But I can't say too much bad about my car, as I'm still relying on it to get me home tonight.
2. For about 5 minutes there in the middle of that last point (or is it the first point? And if it is both, doesn't it make it the infinate point? Eh, don't worry about me, I'll be fine come Saturday.) I completely spaced out. I was lost in whatever my professor was talking about. What is great is that he sounds a lot like George Carlin. It doesn't make the class more exciting, other than that I constantly expect him to go on rant about the 7 words you can't say on TV - or in a classroom.
3. Random sports note that ended up not being a random sports note: On Sunday night, after the Pats came back against the Colts and proved that their the best team probably ever, I found myself wondering if any city has ever had 4 teams from 4 different professional sports each win 2 games within 9 days. It seems unlikely that this would happen, considering that it would have had to have happened at the end of October, and its been just over the past decade or so that the baseball postseason has started ending so late in October.
The Sox won games 3&4 of the World Series (Yay!)
The Pats spanked the 'Skins, and the defeated the Colts
The 2007-2008 NBA Champs Celtics won their first two on the way to being the first team to go 82-0
The B's won earlier in the week, and were closing out my 8 wins in 9 days for the good guys stat, when they lost. In overtime. In a shootout. To the 2007-2008 NHL champs, the Ottawa Senators.
Once again, they failed me. If only it were for the last time.
4. Who wants to play the ARod over/under game? Well set the o/u at 10/325. Not sure yet, but the way things are looking, I'd say I'd take the Under right now.
5. My stats professor just said he likes getting survey phone calls because he may get something interesting he can get from it to use in class. I don't really have a point, other than I think that's great. Its like saying that you like having a pebble in your shoe all day because you can add it to rock collection when you get home.
6. How is this for injustice. I have Monday off for Veterans Day. A three day weekend. And in that time, I have to attend not one (usually on Monday night), but TWO Global Econ classes. Yep, we're having a bonus class on Saturday morning. What's the point of the long weekend exactly?
7. Professor Carlin just went on a rant about voting and election day. The worse vulgarity was "damn", and there was a vague reference to death, but it just wasn't funny or angry. Of course, I still laughed, because everything he said sounded like it should be hilarious.
Ok, one more hour to go in class, and then maybe i can get some sleep. Time to pay attention.
Work, Class, Work, Work, Class, Work, Class, Work. I haven't slept well since the ALDS. And I haven't even played Halo 3 in a few weeks.
I may not be making much sense, but that's mainly because my body is upright when it wants to be laying down, and it doesn't even care that its only 7 pm. And, Well, I have a microphone, and you don't, SO YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!
A few random notes, tidbits, and other various and sundry things about the world:
1. I have never been as ashamed of my poor little car as I was last night, when, in a room of 60+ people, my Financial Modeling professor asked me what type of car I drove, and he made me admit not only that it is a Nissan, but that it is a Sentra. And then he managed to use it as an example for about 10 minutes. But I can't say too much bad about my car, as I'm still relying on it to get me home tonight.
2. For about 5 minutes there in the middle of that last point (or is it the first point? And if it is both, doesn't it make it the infinate point? Eh, don't worry about me, I'll be fine come Saturday.) I completely spaced out. I was lost in whatever my professor was talking about. What is great is that he sounds a lot like George Carlin. It doesn't make the class more exciting, other than that I constantly expect him to go on rant about the 7 words you can't say on TV - or in a classroom.
3. Random sports note that ended up not being a random sports note: On Sunday night, after the Pats came back against the Colts and proved that their the best team probably ever, I found myself wondering if any city has ever had 4 teams from 4 different professional sports each win 2 games within 9 days. It seems unlikely that this would happen, considering that it would have had to have happened at the end of October, and its been just over the past decade or so that the baseball postseason has started ending so late in October.
The Sox won games 3&4 of the World Series (Yay!)
The Pats spanked the 'Skins, and the defeated the Colts
The 2007-2008 NBA Champs Celtics won their first two on the way to being the first team to go 82-0
The B's won earlier in the week, and were closing out my 8 wins in 9 days for the good guys stat, when they lost. In overtime. In a shootout. To the 2007-2008 NHL champs, the Ottawa Senators.
Once again, they failed me. If only it were for the last time.
4. Who wants to play the ARod over/under game? Well set the o/u at 10/325. Not sure yet, but the way things are looking, I'd say I'd take the Under right now.
5. My stats professor just said he likes getting survey phone calls because he may get something interesting he can get from it to use in class. I don't really have a point, other than I think that's great. Its like saying that you like having a pebble in your shoe all day because you can add it to rock collection when you get home.
6. How is this for injustice. I have Monday off for Veterans Day. A three day weekend. And in that time, I have to attend not one (usually on Monday night), but TWO Global Econ classes. Yep, we're having a bonus class on Saturday morning. What's the point of the long weekend exactly?
7. Professor Carlin just went on a rant about voting and election day. The worse vulgarity was "damn", and there was a vague reference to death, but it just wasn't funny or angry. Of course, I still laughed, because everything he said sounded like it should be hilarious.
Ok, one more hour to go in class, and then maybe i can get some sleep. Time to pay attention.
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