Unwanted Commentary

Today in 1429 the siege of Orléans was lifted by the French Royal Army led by Joan of Arc. This was the turning point of the Hundred Years war and was the proverbial beginning of the end for the English.

I've been reading up a bit on Wikipedia about this and it has gotten my blood up to play Europa Universalis II again. The game starts about this date in history, right as the end of the Hundred Years is beginning. Playing as France or England isn't very interesting as in the long run you get so powerful you can do whatever you please, but those first few decades are kind of fun.

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I also hate it when my reason for hating is taken away...or...wait, nevermind. I ended up not being required to heave computers across the street, only my coworkers did but it was only two systems so I don't feel no shame.

I'm still determined to be surly today though, nothing or no one is taking that away from me.

Ah, fuck it. I can't be surly.

Oh! Co-worker Jon ate half of a moldy blueberry pie yesterday. The Big Boss brought one in and Jon took to it like a killer bunny to a knight's throat. In the afternoon, as I was about to partake of a small bit, he noticed a white fuzzy growth. As of yet no side effects have been visible. A shame really.

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There are many things to hate in this world and one of those things is when I'm treated as bloody goddamned pack animal. I've had all week to look forward to today when we will be forced into manual physical labor moving equipment to the new annex building. The central issue that chaps my buttocks is we are essentially being made to do a job that another department is far more better equiped to perform. Even to the point where we will be borrowing their carts to fulfill the wishes of evil, pompus, dick puppets.

At least we get to wear jeans.

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This is kind of funny: Dangerous hacker

The page can take a moment to load, so be patient.

I found a link to this on CNET too, so it's potentially true. One can only grin in Cheshire Cat like style at the justice and wish desperately that it had been your idea.

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Allergies suck. I'm not used to this, it doesn't happen to me, I don't get allergies or allergy symptoms. I have them now though, so the previous statement is decidedly inaccurate, except for the not being used to it part. But then I don't know if anyone ever gets used to it.

Here's a bit of random information: today is the 19th aniversary of Chernobyl.

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Weekend was great and a tad more active than I am accustomed to. Friday night was the big Scarborough Fair kick-off party hosted by good friends Rick and Wanda. Copious amounts of food and Guinness with live Celtic/Irish music made for a very lovely evening. I was allowed to stay the night there and in the morning was treated to an egg/mushroom casserole and biscuits as the whole group slowly got ready for Fair.

It is nice to know that other families operate pretty much the same as mine. There's lots of confusion, frustration and anxiety, but eventually everything gets going even if it is forty-five minutes later than planned. I am grateful that in this scenario I was but a hapless witness and was not obliged in any way to get involved in the chaos of organizing over half-a-dozen people for a trip to an event. I simply got to sit and wait it out, all the time enjoying the comedic gold that such situations provide.

It must be said that Fair should be experienced as a group activity, going by yourself, which I have done before, only allows for about a half-experience. You really do need someone else so you can at least make snide comments about the general level of insanity and lack of fashion sense that swirls around you. As always, I enjoyed myself. It is hard not to find some level of entertainment from the maelstrom that is Scarborough Fair and as we were relieved from dealing with one of the biggest detriments, the heat, it was a thoroughly entertaining span of time.

I managed a bit of rest after getting home about 8:45ish that night and before going over to bunny's house to swap some comics. She fed me dolmas, some Greek machination involving lamb, rice, etc. wrapped up in grape leafs, with pita bread and humas on the side. It was excellently yummy and a wonderful way to end a long day, that had begun at 7:00 A.M. Thank you bunny! And I hope that pot came clean. : )

Sunday was a bit foggy. I woke up with some really bad allergy symptoms. I've always maintained that I don't suffer from allergies, but evidently something found a weakness in my system. I spent most of the day on the couch and I finished watching Nausicca in Japanesse w/ subtitles. Sad to say it didn't really make the story much easier to follow, but I think I've got the gist of it. Mom showed up around 5:00 and we watched the Incredibles (best super hero movie ever) and then went to Two Rows for dinner.

Today I still feel like poo, maybe I need to get some benadryll?

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You know you want to...

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On this day in 1836 the Texian "Army" under Sam Houston defeated the Mexicans at San Jacinto. For such a small war the Texas Revolution was especially brutal. Off the top of my head, three of the major engagements were more or less massacres. Santa Anna perpetrated two of them at Goliad and the Alamo, the Texians getting their revenge at San Jacinto. While it may be argued that the rebels were justified in their needless gunning down of Mexican soldados trying to surrender, I think it's fairly safe to say that at least their initial blood lust helped them win the battle. Had they tried to fight a pitched battle with the properly trained Mexican Army, as Houston envisioned, they would have been slaughtered. It was the quick, merciless charge that gave them the initiative and kept the Mexicans from forming line. I see this as a bit of historical irony...funny how things work out.

On to something else: the Dallas strong mayor initiative. I don't' know all the ins and outs of it, but my opinion is that the current form of city government seems like a big ol' mess. Perhaps we need a change, try something new? I don't think what they've been doing since the ‘70's is working.

Resse's Peanut butter cups are little pieces of Heaven. I don't know who first possessed the mad intellect that conjured up the melding of chocolate and peanut butter, but I hope their afterlife was filled with nice parting gifts.

Both Samuel Clemens and the Red Baron died on this day, though not in the same year. 1910 and 1918 respectively. "This day in history" feeds make for excellent "I don't have anything to blog about" fodder.

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I love it when things I adore collide. G.R.R. Martin's fabled books get mention in today's CTRL-ALT-DEL.

If you haven't worshipped the three books that, so far, make up "A Song of Ice & Fire" then I suggest that you do...POST HASTE.

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So far it has been a very eldritch and surreal morning. Discussion started off on the history of search engines and then plunged into reviewing the ten year stock history of various tech companies. We then moved on the history and origin of the swastika. These last few hours have shown me what a dangerous and frightful thing the wikipedia can be.

Things got even worse after going to Gordon Keith's website. If you choose to venture there I will warn you that the links are in particularly rare form this time around. I've just finished going through them all and I'm left feeling amused, dirty and just a little ashamed to be a human being. Not bad for before 10:00 in the AM.

The link to Your Band Pic Sux was an affirmation to a long held belief of mine in that musicians walk a thin line between total absurdity and edgy cool. This site would be a testament to the fact that there are many who start down the path to trend setting stardom only to find themselves in the dustbin of forgotten insanity.

And no Skippy, men don't have ovaries...

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So, I'm looking through the Dallas Observer the other day, it's our local "alternative", all things edgy, whacky and self-important paper. It's a fun paper to read, though a tad difficult to manage in the midst of a bubble bath, but that wasn't really my point. The point is…is that I saw several (a few?) ads for those full body wrap weight loss things. Now I was thinking that this method of supposed weight loss had been shown to be mostly a scam and almost entirely unhealthy. So what happened? Is it that the requisite amount of time has passed so that the fallacy of this madness has fallen from our collective memories? Could it be that I'm wrong about our friend the full body wrap?

All I'm saying is that I could never participate in something that leaves a bucket of "fluid" after I'm done. Ewww!

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Tomfoolery:
1. Foolish behavior.
2. Something trivial or foolish; nonsense.

Shenanigan:
1. a. A deceitful trick; an underhanded act.
b. Remarks intended to deceive; deceit. Often used
in the plural.
2. a. A playful or mischievous act; a prank.
b. Mischief; prankishness. Often used in the plural.

Caper:
1. A playful leap or hop.
2. A frivolous escapade or prank.
3. Slang. An illegal plot or enterprise, especially one involving
theft.

Scamper: To run or go quickly and lightly

Rapscallion: A rascal; a scamp.

Extra Bonus:

Boner:

A blunder or an error.

n : an embarrassing mistake

Posted by Jeff at 09:49 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Yes, yes, so here we are once again jumping right in to yet another Monday. The weekend is still a sweet memory on the lips, with a slight after taste of powerful beverages and the faint flow of indigestion curdling in our gullets. The hangovers are gone (hopefully) and we emerge here at the beginning of a new week fully rested and restored, or conversely we have dragged our depleted carcasses into the office, unceremoniously draping them into the chair and are main lining coffee into our system.

I'll make no wild assumptions about which state *you* are in, but as for me self I went to bed early last night. I watched the first four episodes of Buffy, read comics and went to bed after a full day of playing WoW. I did forget to take my Ren Fair garb in for repair, so I'm going to have to make some emergency plans in order to get that taken care of. I'm not sure how much geekier I could have been yesterday, but I'm sure it would involve LARPing.

Saturday was fairly sedate, the requisite cardio sessions was made as I hurled my body around a section of White Rock Lake. I made it by Titan to pick up some comics, yea indeed the very ones I would read Sunday night. I picked up Ultimates 2 #5, Ocean #5, Zatanna #1, Invincible Ironman #3, the first Planetary Trade and #2 & #3 of Samurai: Heaven & Earth. Quickly, Ultimates and Ocean rock hard, Zatanna is so very bizarre (as the whole 7 Soldiers series has thus far been) and Invincible Ironman #3 is ho hum (and it hurts me to say that as someone who oft considers worshipping Ellis as deity). Ironman is suffering from multiple wounds, first and foremost is the horrendous digital art, but the lackluster story is at its best "subtle" and it lacks any of Warren's typical flair and moxy. I still hope that it will pan out, but co-worker Jon is very not pleased.

I also got to meet bunny, of FHB fame, on Saturday and that was a very pleasant experience, especially since meeting new people is something of a stress-fest for me. Seeing as we managed to make about five hours of each others lives disappear I would mark up the experience as spiffy. I will also tell you this, my dear filthy readers, if you should find yourself existing in the area of Skillman and Live Oak you must simply partake of Lakewood Landing. It's a bar! It's a restaurant! It's a seedy dive! And it is one of the coolest places to be graced with my presence ever! The juke box was to die for and while I simply enjoyed the music, bunny was able to tell me all the names of the bands…which I should have written down, but alas such is not my nature.

Friday was your ever standard get drunk, chat on IRC, write drunken poetry and then play WoW till 5:00 AM. Well, maybe not so standard, but that's how it played out. Just thank your assorted gods that Trinity sidetracked me into playing WoW and I didn't post any of the poetry. She kept me up until I very nearly passed out at the controls of poor Baras (lvl 32 Tauren Hunter) who I'm pretty sure I left in the middle of Silverpine Jungle somewhere.

So, ok…the boss is away and work is slow…I'm going to go play WoW. Happy new week!

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Everyone really needs to see this.

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Happy Tax Day! Someone should take me out for cheap bourbon and cigars. Or maybe margaritas and taquitos.

The scale and I have had an on again off again relationship oh lo these many years. It has been a titanic struggle of epic proportions and neither side has come out completely unscathed. Lately though, we've reached a sort of understanding, I get on it and it tells me I weigh less. This has led to much less mental, physical and verbal abuse for all parties involved.

Last night my worthy adversary informed me that I now weigh in at a miniscule 208 lbs. I'm pleased with that figure, though work remains to be done it shows that things are progressing in the proper direction.

The proper process of losing weight is something that defies the years of dieting propaganda that I've ingested over the years. The concept of only loosing 2 lbs a week and accepting that this is all one should loose over that given period of time is something that is hard to get grips on. When I think about how hard I work in the gym each and every (mostly) day, I believe I am well owed a loss of around, say, 10-20 lbs a week. Just to be fair.

Also, the idea of eating more is something that seems so off kilter in the weight loss scheme, but I know it's true. For three weeks I was consuming around 1400 calories a day and my body was frozen, I wasn't loosing anything. Then I find out that I should be eating about a 1000 more calories a day if I want to maintain healthy weight loss. I'd thrown my body into starvation mode and it was evidently fighting mightily to hold on to every last bit of my flesh.

I think I've already blogged about all this, so forgive me. If there is a downside to loosing weight it's the fact that my clothes are starting to wear funny. I'm now quite comfortable in 36" waist pants, which means that the big 38"s are requiring a lot of cinching up via the belt…I've had to drill holes into my belt! Unfortunately I'm poor, so I'm writhing under the torturous idea of clothes shopping, even if it is as Steinmart…god I love Steinmart.

I love how a quick post turns into these page long diatribes…don't you?

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Just got the Netflix notification that Nausicaa is on the way! As the feller once said, "Yippee!" I was a little surprised to see the email today as it was still marked "long wait" on my list as of yesterday, but I suppose those Netflix people finally realized it was better to placate me then risk invoking my formable wrath.

The only downside of this is that it throws my carefully arranged queue out of alignment, now I'll have to go rearrange to insure the arrival of one Buffy tVS and one Angel with each batch.

I still haven't watched the documentary that I received last Friday: POV War Feels Like War. I've been focusing too much on getting my WoW toon leveled up and it has been an all consuming effort. Indeed, my comic book reading has gone way down and I'm not really plowing through that book on the Crimean War either…though, one actually plowing through that tome is something I see as a rather dubious concept.

So there you have it. Harumph!

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Happy Wednesday!

My rendevous with Scarborough Fair is weekend after next and I'm looking forward to it a great deal. My old friend Rick, along with his wife, is having a big shindig (one might dare say, hootnanny) the Friday night before and then having a breakfast to kick things off that morning. How wonderful! Then we'll all travel southward to the delicously named 'burro of Waxahachie for a day of sweating in uncomfortable costumes, expensive beer, obnoxious callers and shows we've seen since 1996. I can't wait *glee

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Many thanks and much appreciation go out to Trinity for wasting her time helping me level Miriserly...we made it to level 16 last night. I really should not stay up till 1:00 in the AM. Bad things are bound to happen for which I will not be held responsible.

Anyhoo...for all your help:

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toi·let n.

1.a A fixture for defecation and urination, consisting of a bowl fitted with a hinged seat and connected to a waste pipe and a flushing apparatus; a privy.
b. A room or booth containing such a fixture.
2. The act or process of dressing or grooming oneself.
3. Dress; attire; costume.
4. The cleansing of a body area as part of a surgical or medical procedure.
5. Archaic. A dressing table.

com·mode n.

1. A low cabinet or chest of drawers, often elaborately decorated and usually standing on legs or short feet.
2. a. A movable stand or cupboard containing a washbowl.
b. A chair enclosing a chamber pot.
c. A toilet.
3. A woman's ornate headdress, fashionable around 1700.

priv•y adj.

1. Made a participant in knowledge of something private or secret: was privy to classified information.
2. Belonging or proper to a person, such as the British sovereign, in a private rather than official capacity.
3. Secret; concealed.

n. pl. priv•ies

1. a. An outdoor toilet; an outhouse.
b. A toilet.
2. Law. One of the parties having an interest in the same matter.

Fascinating...really.

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What do you call socks with no feet? I saw some Saturday, when despite my best efforts I was drawn outside to enjoy the lovely weather. I went on constitutional and roamed randomly for an indeterminate amount of time. When I found myself within striking distance of Paperbacks Plus (quite possibly the greatest used books store in the word, not because they have the best selection, but because it has great atmosphere) I knew that my venture into the wider world had quite possibly been fate. I entered that establishment of book vending and procured for myself, for the thrifty sum of $10.00 US, a tome of essential knowledge; Crimea : The Great Crimean War, 1854-1856.

As I queued up to initiate the transaction of legal tender for goods I noticed, in astonishment, that the woman in front of me had socks with no feet. You see the darndest things at Paperbacks Plus, that's one of the reasons I love it so. The reason for wearing socks without feet is a foreign concept to me, I mean I sometimes wear socks with holes for my toes, but my foot as a whole is covered. Besides my holes were not a part of the original design concept for my socks and these socks appeared to have been designed from the ground up to have no feet. I suppose socks without feet aren't really socks, they must be like calf warmers or something. I can only surmise that the young lady wasn't in the mood for pants, but didn't really care for how her skirt left her lower legs exposed. I can see how the socks without feet was a nice compromise though, and I don't think she could have gotten her little slipper shoes on if her socks had, indeed, had feet.

What a wonderful world.

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It's a pretty day outside...beautiful...I feel bad that I don't want to go out and enjoy it. I should go do something...outside...but then I'd have to move the cat in my lap. I have to take into consideration his feelins...he's a good cat. Except when he yaks on the living room floor or ruins my laundry folding (not by yaking on it)...Stupid Cat.

I blame everything on the cat. CAT!

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I had this in my email this morning:

Lisa good to neo_oneluv Apr 4 (4 days ago)

Hey sweetie! It's me, Lisa. It's been a while since
you messaged me. You've probably found someone else! I
think I told you before about my job. Anyway, I've
been in and out of town quite a bit lately and I never
get a chance to be online. Sorry it took so long ;)

Here's my most recent profile under the screen name
airlinelove:

http://www.tomypics.com

this is the pword - oursecret

I don't give this out to just everyone, buddy ;) So,
keep it to yourself!

My picture is on there... I don't have clothes on in
this picture... It says I'm in Birmingham, that's
where my parents are. I stay there every once in a
while. Thinking about taking this profile down
soon...but I can send you some other pictures if
want;)

Stay in touch!

:)Lisa

Pretty impressive, huh? I mean, I know it's not real...no really, I know. And I doubt you should click on the link. But I was thinking...gee...if I get a few of these every week I can just pretend that I'm having affairs with multiple hot chicks. Neato.

But the legalities always screw up my fantasies. *sigh*

Intended for a mature audience. This site requires that you are of age in your state to view material mature in nature and that you're state does not prohibit viewing such material. If you would like to be removed click here...

I shouldn't try to be clever this early in the morning...oh...wait...um afternoon. Yay late night boozing and xbox playing!

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I burnt myself out on bitching about this last night. So you get the afterbirth of my rage. I can only dimly imagine your excitement.

I work out, come home and shower, then eat, play a little WoW and at 8:00 I go to the pool to watch some hockey. I grab two beers before leaving the apartment. TV is off upon my arrival at the little TV gazebo thing, which I deem as good. From initial impressions this means no one is using the TV and I'm free to watch hockey. This is what my brain computed with the most naive hopefulness and good will.

Evidently there are some people in this world, whom when they see an available TV in a public area, feel that they have some God-enabled right to program the DVR to record a baseball game, the pre-game show before it and, I'm assuming just for good measure, the god forsaken fishing show before that. Then lock it so no one else might be able to watch what they want to watch. You know, because a TV by the pool is obviously not there for everyone to use, just gooey brained fishing/baseball fans.

It's the underlying principle of the thing that really gets me going. Sure, there's the obvious reason: they're going to play baseball from now until sometime in goddamned October. I ask you, is it really necessary to record the fucking game? Now I would not have minded in the least if someone had claimed the TV before me and been there actually WATCHING a fucking baseball game. Then I would have silently questioned their taste in sports viewing and left, accepting that I would have to wait my turn to use the TV. I'm ok with that. What we're talking about here is NOT being there and NOT watching the game, but definitely keeping others who ARE present from watching what they want.

I'm sure whoever did this is a perfectly normal, good person, but I can't help wanting to pull their spine out and beat them to death with it. I don't ask for a lot from life. I've put up all year with no hockey and this was the one time I had an opportunity to watch a game. I doubt I should be mad at the individual and maybe just more upset with fate in general, but seeing as how my biggest complaint about life right now is not getting to watch a hockey game I think I'll let it go.

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Breast,
Breast,
Breast,
Generic Breast.

Sounds kind of like a song.

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Me: oh man
Trinity: ?
Me: Jon was telling me his wife, who used to manage an IT helpdesk, set up an email account for an offsite support thing for something or other
Me: and they had the initials CL
Me: so she setup the account as CLitsupport@......com
Trinity: ROFL
Trinity: OMFG
Trinity: that's AWESOME
Me: even better than MYanus@here.net
Trinity: heheheheh
Trinity: you should get clitsupport.com
Me: well, there's nothing there right now
Trinity:
Trinity: clit is a funny word
Trinity: CLIT
Me: CLIT
Trinity: CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
Trinity: SUCK MY CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
Trinity: CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
Me: PLAY WITH THA CLIIIIIIIIIIIT
Trinity: LOL
Me: RUB THA CLIIIIIIIIT
Trinity: FLICK MY CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
Me: SPIT ON MY CLIIT
Trinity: SPIT ON MY CLIIIIIIIIIIT
Trinity: ROFL
Me: LOL
Trinity: we're so fucked up
Me: fo shizzle
Trinity:
Me: you should blog that
Trinity: LOL
Trinity: no way
Trinity: i'm all innocent on my blog
Me: I should blog it
Trinity: DO IT!!!!

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You guys suck. I misspelled Murloc and no one told me…I know ya'll were out there snickering at me until I noticed. Suffice it to say I am now properly humbled once again and the error is fixed.

I'm fatigued, low energy, not sick like just tired. I missed my first weekday workout yesterday for the first time in a long time. Maybe I've been over doing it at the gym, maybe it's the time change, or maybe too much masturbation.

I plan on watching hockey tonight out by the pool, since the pool has cable and I do not this is what I've been reduced to, it is a necessary situation. The hockey in question will hopefully be NCAA men's Frozen Four action. I'm excited, I may have a beer.

I've started a new character on WoW. Again. On Proudmore. This is something like my tenth toon, granted some I've only played once. I'm a female undead priest, just like on the PVP server, except more Horde oriented and…well…undead and not an elf. But still, very similar. I like the supporting role that a priest plays…anyone who knows me very well knows that I'm more of a support type of person…I'm very rarely the person to take the ball and run with it…but now this is becoming less about my new toon and more about my shortcomings as a human being.

Mad props to Trin for helping me power through quests and get Miriserly up to level 9, almost 10. Here she is…isn't she cute.

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They did it!!!

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Not much to blog about today. I'm somewhat perturbed that I've gone to bed early two days in a row and have had just a horrendous time getting out of bed. Thinking back on it, I seemed to get out of bed and get right to it when I was staying up till 12:00 and 1:00 in the morning. The reasoning behind my attempts at early bed time is to get to the gym before work, as I think early morning workouts would be more beneficial to achieving my fitness goals. So far that's an elusive goal.

I was down to 210 lbs. as of the last weigh in (Saturday?), but my body fat still seems to be lingering between 22-23% and it just doesn't seem to want to fall. Of course, I'm somewhat suspicious of the scale. I don't think it's a very accurate as far as that goes and most of what I've read supports this. I've been procrastinating on getting that fat pinching doohickey, so the scale is all I have. Physically I feel like the percentage is going down more than the scale indicates, simply because I pull more skin off of myself than I used to be able to (I know, that sounds kind of icky).

The more I think about it, the more in awe I am of Donnie Darko. What a phenomenal film that was/is. I didn't feel like I caught everything on the first viewing, but it has me intrigued to the point of wanting to watch it a few more times. I had started the audio commentary on Sunday and that was helpful in getting some basic stuff I'd missed, but as I'd just watched it I wasn't in the mood to watch again right away. Since I sent it back to Netflix this morning I spent some time looking it up on the ‘net, and while that helped answer some more questions, it also whetted the appetite to see it again. I'm feeling tempted to run out and purchase it…and I could get the Director's Cut.

After reading a bit about the film I found out that my initial hypothesis was right in that there are a lot of different ways to interpret the movie. I love that concept and, indeed, when I write stories or poems that's one of my primary goals. I did feel pretty bad though, that I missed some of the stuff that I missed, but then that's pretty par for the course for me. On the other hand there are some things about that movie that I just don't see how anyone was supposed to pick up in the first viewing.

One of my favorite moments in the film is when the English teacher leaves "Cellar Door" on the chalk board and Donnie asks why. She says that a famous linguist once said that it was the most beautiful phrase in the English language. According to this FAQ that famous linguist was our Professor Tolkien. Very nifty indeed!

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My hair rubberband broke, now I'm forced to run around work like a long haired freaky person.

It's weird. I feel eveyone staring at me. I'm not big on drawing attention to myself, which only begs the question, "Why do I have long hair to begin with?"

I have to go meet the wife-creature after work so we can get her cell phone out of my name. *sigh* I'm not sure why she signed it up under my name to begin with.

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I always make sure to say I grew up "near" Waco, TX, not in it. I have no real love of Baylor University and quite frankly it's the butt of a lot of jokes, as is the town it dwells in. But, in the end the Bears are the hometown team I can't help pulling for them even when doing so is typically a fruitless endeavor. So it was with no small amount of pride that yesterday I listened, via radio, as the Lady Bears basketball team won their final four game against LSU 68-57 and are now going to the Championship game.

Congrats Lady Bears!!!

Tuesday, 7:00 vs. Michigan St. (ESPN)

Posted by Jeff at 10:54 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Had a nice weekend and hope everyone else did too. Saturday, in an effort to not skulk around the apartment all day, I went to the Deep Ellum Art Festival. Outside of it getting pretty hot it was a lovely time. I got to see some fairly nifty bands, few of whose names I can remember, if I was even aware of them to begin with. I remember Fair to Midlin only because the lead singer was a total spazz, he knocked stuff over and he fell down a lot. They sounded a bit like System of a Down, only not as good, nor as heavy. I only listened to a few songs and then decided that watching a heavy rock band shouldn't illicit giggles.

Another band I really enjoyed was named Rhythm. I can't really tell you what they sounded like, but they were listed as Funk/R&B on the little placard. They were fun to watch, very energetic and the lead singer was properly witty. The two horn players, gotta love bands with horns, danced and shimmied while providing back up vocals. (I couldn't help but think that the lead singer for Fair to Midlin could have taken some lessons on how to dance enthusiastically without looking like a spazz) The band makeup was an interesting arrangement, most of the band was black, but each of the horn players was paired up with a white guitarist and it was most enjoyable to watch them play off each other's moves. I would have bought their CD, but my more frugal side kept me from dealing out the coin.

To cap off the evening I watched an AC/DC tribute band named Back in Black. These guys were awesome, and while I've never seen AC/DC live, they put on a pretty authentic performance. It was pure head banging, ear splitting fun and the only thing that could have made it better would have been letting them play more than the allotted hour.
After all that it was 9:30 and I was exhausted. Now before you make "getting old" comments I did get up at 6:30 that morning and go for an hour run….so nah, nah, nah.

Sunday was pretty much a wasted day. I watched Donnie Darko and the last episode on the Angel DVD and then spent most of the rest of the day playing WoW with Trinity. We took out a couple of Horde punks and even though my priest wound up dead it was still pretty intense and quite fun.

OH! I had a burger at the Angry Dog for lunch on Saturday and then had some tacos from Loco Taco for dinner…so yummy. I simply can't fathom why people would buy the over priced crap they had at the festival with so many great restaurants close at hand.

One of the plus sides of leaving the festival early was getting to chat with the cute blonde gal at the aparmtne complex. We sat outside and chit-chatted for quite awhile, it was nice.

I also got a plesant surprise by getting to talk to jaded for quite awhile on IRC and that's always a hoot. Made for a great ending to a swell day.

Posted by Jeff at 10:38 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)