Brain Farts

I bought my glasses and my corduoroy blazer at about the same time. I told myself I wouldn't emo myself out, but I find myself wearing both at the same time, with a t-shirt no less. I've become that guy that wears black framed glasses, a black corduoroy jacket and a t-shirt under a blazer. Damnit all to hell, but I like it. The blazer I boughy to wear to work mostly. I just started wearing it more often because it has great pockets and it's warm enough in the cold. The glasses I bought and wear out of neccesity. The clincher to all of this is wearing the jacket with a t-shirt. I don't mind wearing the jacket with a dress shirt or sweater, but with a t-shirt it looks like I'm trying to be too stylish. Damnit! I'm not trying to, these things have just wormed their way into my everyday wardrobe. Oh well. Guys, just don't let me grow my hair out and sweep it all to one side or start wearing my sister's jeans or start putting band pins on my bag. If it comes to that, slap me to my senses!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwDlTkWtJZ4

There are comments of outrage and disbelief but what strikes me as interesting is that there are people who say it's obviously satirical and that they are joking. IT'S CNN people! It's not the Daily Show. CNN's job is to be serious! I'm not saying that the Daily Show is influencing CNN (It probably does) I'm saying that the Daily Show is affecting people that don't normally don't watch the news and when they do see something like this they think nothing of it, assuming that they are making a lame attempt at humor. Do you see my point?

As many of you know one of my tenants died two months ago. He had lived here for 40+ years. When I say 40+ years you may say "40 YEARS!!!" He used to own the building and was the apartment manager before me, so it's pretty understandable to live in the same place for forty years. Anyways, the amount of junk that he had stored in three or four different areas is astounding! I've had this company called Junk Boys out three or four times now to clear most of this stuff out and there is still plenty left.
Most of this junk is just that, junk. Worthless junk. He had forty or so coffee cans, old magazines, wood scraps, the drapes that used to be in the building 10-20 years ago, broken pieces of glass, old stereos, old receipts...you get the picture. This got me thinking, most of this stuff he kept thinking that he would fix it or would use it in some way. He couldn't bare to throw away something that could somehow someway be used. He was 84 when he died. He grew up during the depression (or right after, not sure), that probably had a lot to do with it. I wonder when our parents pass (apologies to those who parents have passed) what kind of junk will there be? My guess is that most of it will be consumer crap. Baby boomers grew up in a time of prosperity and bought a bunch of crap.

Sorry this could have been summed up in "I wonder what the difference between the junk that depression era and baby boomer people will have after they die."

So I posted that last article here (livejournal) and on MySpace. I'm not desperate for attention or anything, but it was nice to see that 6 people have looked at my blog since I posted it twenty minutes ago. Also, most if not all of you are on Myspace. (Toby, get with the program!) I have 22 friends on Livejournal, but I have 111 on Myspace and I don't know how many I have in real life....7 or 8? Actually that's one of my requirements for friendship on Myspace, I must know you in real life. I know that I don't actually know Walter Sobcheck or Pearl Jam, but get over it. Back to the lecture at hand (perfection is perfected so I'm gonna let 'em understand :)) I feel I will get in touch with more peeps through Myspace than through Livejournal. For a while I will post on both and see how it goes. That is all.

http://www.thisisby.us/index.php/content/guidelines_for_platonic_friendship

http://pof.aip.org/pof/gallery/video/2005/911509phflong.mov

I've been getting a lot of cravings lately.

Cranberry Chutney
Honeybaked Ham
Ice Cream
Fruit (Nothing specific)
Doughnuts

I think I'm going to go get some doughnuts, or maybe some coffee....hmmmmm...decisions decisions.

I played golf today at Washington National. I'm driving the ball and putting the best that I can ever remember. I'm hitting big draws. I aim down the right side of a fairway and know it will draw back to the middle. I found myself aiming at trouble knowing my ball would be turning away from it. I've never felt more confident on the course.

We started at 11:30 and it was 42 degrees! I had a long sleeve tee on underneath my polo and a polar fleece sweater with a beanie.

I may be starting work December 1st back at Entercom (with quite a bit more pay).....more on that later. I'm going on unemployment tomorrow.

I talked to my Grandma on the way home today, that was nice.

bad news: One of my tenant's apartments was broken into. The basement apartment. I think it may have been the construction workers that were working on the pipe in between a couple of the building here last week. The worst part is he didn't have renter's insurance and his 37 inch plasma was stolen. I don't think it's anything to worry about though. Their unit is street level and easily accessible.

Off to sleep, after reading more of Boys of Summer. Then it's off to Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, I never read those as a kid. But I just added that clay-mation Mark Twain cartoon (http://www.netflix.com/MovieDisplay?movieid=70044479&trkid=90529) from the 80s. Did anyone else ever watch that. It was Mark Twain on an intergalactic steamboat...do I sound crazy?

I played Trophy Lake today and I shot a 78! Six over par! I hit 6 of 7 fairways and 7 greens on the front 9 and shot a 37. One over. I was five over on the back nine, which is pretty good. But I definitely left some shots out there on the course. Man!

After golf it was off to Rikki-Rikki in Kirkland for my going away dinner. And then back here to pull out the carpet for the hardwood guys tommorow in the apartment.

Man! I shot a 78! It was like 50 degrees and the wind was blowing. Man, I don't think I've ever been in such a zone like I was on the front nine.

We had hot chocolate and Bailey's at the turn....one word....DELICIOUS!

Many of you are aware of my pimping of Sean Hayes. Anytime music is brought up I tend to bring him up as someone worth listening to. Anyways, This guy recently posted a bunch of videos of Sean playing live. You should check it out. If you want some of his music, let me know.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaL8SuUdc20&mode=related&search=

I normally don't remember my dreams at all. But last night was different. Maybe it was the 1.5 Vicodin I took? (My rib still keeps me up at night)

In my first dream I went to Lunch with the market manager of Entercom. There were a couple of other coworkers there as well. We were talking and anytime he talked he stood up and talked to everybody in the restaurant. But he wasn't talking to them, his voice and actions were directed at them, but his words were in response to our conversation. Everybody in the restaurant had a "W.hiskey T.ango F.oxtrot?" look on their face. He would sit back down and I would respond and he would stand back up and address the whole restaurant.

Then it was off to a bookstore, where I had a weird conversation about golf with another customer. All the golf books there were just big ads for golf equipment.

My second distinct dream was at a house in Santa Barbara, I think. Josh, Luke, Matt, Brian, Shoukry and Chris were there. We were hanging out and all of a sudden a childhood friend of mine showed up and said goodbye to everybody and then turned to me and was surprised to see me. Her reaction was more "Oh, you know these guys?" than "Hey, I didn't see you there." She was moving to New York and she drove off in one of the Ducks. (The half bus/boat things up here in Seattle) After that my teeth started falling out. I had to collect a couple of them and put them in a bag. I didn't do anything with them I just continued to hang out and drool on myself.

I think it's time I go to the dentist, the tooth thing really freaked me out...haha.

I don't drink coffee that often. I had some this afternoon and watch out people. If you come into contact with me this evening I may be a little ummmmm what's the word I'm looking for? I like gooftastic; that should clue you into how goofy I feel right now, I find gooftastic to be a quality adjective. Those that have known me for a while know my goofy mood as opposed to my normally goofy mood....be forewarned.

http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bored_with_the_internet.jpg

At what point does someone cross over the line between '(S)he is just from another generation and can't learn computers' and 'They're just dumb.' or 'They refuse to learn.'

I've explained the most basic thing to countless people here and they still ask me for help on those same things. It's takes them just as long to do it as it does for me to show them how to do it. One woman asked me today for the fourth time to help her setup the projector and laptop. I told her I was busy. She responded with "Can you just have the cables plugged in when you give it to me so I don't mess anything up?" "No, I can't. That's physically impossible and the cables are COLOR coded and there are instructions written ON the laptop." UGHHHHHHHH! Do these people not know how to read? I'm not even talking about complicated things here.

Of course these are the same people that everytime they want to open a word file first they open up word and then go to file-open. (they think the files are stored in the program not in a seperate folder with all their other powerpoint/excel and word files.)

Vent over.

I'm going to Arizona Dec. 7-10 with a bunch of co-workers to play a lot of golf, go to the Seahawks vs Cardinal game and lay out in the sun. I just found airfare for $220 and they said they would pay for my room and half of my golf. Sweet!

Six Feet Under is now on Bravo. There will be lots of cuts that make the series less interesting. I'm not going to get sucked into watching it again. Off to bed to read some more of Boys Of Summer. (It's a great book.)

Maybe I should eat dinner first........

My chest no longer feels like it explodes every time I sneeze or cough.  It now feels like it might.  Which is an improvment, I guess.

I had a good weekend.  I now remember why I don't make Rice Krispy Treats all that often.  I love them.  But I tend to eat the whole freaking pan by the next day.  I had a glorious Sunday of sleeping in, (finally, with the rib thing it's been tough to sleep at all) football, baseball, reading a little bit of cleaning and lazying about.  So I don't know what changed since Saturday night, but my chest doesn't hurt at the slightest movement anymore.  I can now get dressed without major pain!  I took Vicodin Fri and Sat to help me sleep.  I understand now why people use pain killers.  Before I never noticed a great improvement after taking a aspirin for a headache.  It just seemed to go away gradually, which I always felt is what would happen if I didn't take anything at all.  It wasn't like I felt this moment where the pain just went away.  That's what I felt Fri and Sat night.  About 30-40 minutes after taking it all of a sudden I could roll over in bed or adjust my position and there wouldn't be any searing pain.  I still felt something, but the pain wasn't transmitted.  The feeling was, but the pain wasn't.... that sounds weird.

I have a cracked rib.  It's not actually a cracked rib, I basically fucked up the cartilage that gives a little every time that you breathe.  YAY!!   He basically said it was going to hurt for the next two weeks and then intermittently for the next four.  He gave me some vicadin and told me to suck it up and deal.

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/05/fashion/05hands.html?ex=1317700800&en=bea56a39274593e9&ei=5090&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss

Something I didn't really think about till I read this article.  Pretty Interesting.

I just cracked open a bottle of wine, popped in Bob Dylan Unplugged (DVD) and sat down on the couch.  My rib hurts like hell, the Dodgers lost and I just spent the last two hours in a depressing apartment.  I had to take down all the things that Chuck had put up over the 40 years that he lived in that apartment.  It was really depressing.  I felt like I was breaking down someone's life.  Taking out the stabilizing bar in the bathroom, the shoe rack on the back of the closet door, the curtains that have been up for at least 20 years.  It's amazing how much filth builds up.  I think we might have to have cleaners come out before we paint.  Everything in that apartment is covered in a thick film.

I'm going to the doctor tom. morning, probably hungover.   I want someone to visit or I want to go somewhere.  Road trip?  I'm not going home for Thanksgiving, it doesn't look like the Dodgers are going to far in the playoffs and I don't have any plans in the near future.  Now, if only I had some extra money.