Cresting

I have been surfing the happy feeling wave since yesterday. I crested yesterday when I mistook it for a Friday. Now that it's Friday again, the giddy schoolgirl feeling is prolonged. The only thing that disappoints is that the 3825 968 shirt girl will no longer be the primary post.

Nothing can seem to knock me off the wave, I just realized that it's the eve of my second anniversary of no smoking. I haven't got the craving. I am beefier (only 17% body fat, 2 more percent to go until my six-pack shows). I can swim a half a mile. For all I know, the smoking growth stunt probably has partially been reverse. Or not.

If I get to play golf this weekend, I bet that I can ride the wave until Monday. I do need to start on a high note for the no non-work-related-internet experiment.

I might have hit a plateau or a really odd looking wave. We had Taylor's for lunch and for the past month I have been asking for a french dip. They could never make it for me because they only have the au jus on certain days. As we walked to the car, I told Travis that I am cresting and that my next move is to buy a lotto ticket if they have the french dip. They did!

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3825 968, originally uploaded by ]kac[.

The chick is hot but the shirt rocks!

Sexual Harasser

Discussing points and defending counterpoints is a fun thing to do. It is a fun thing to do with intelligent people. It is a fun thing to do with fanatically ignorant people too. Today, I, along with three women at work were discussing the [strip club + boyfriend] equation. Nohemi lets me do anything because, I think, she knows that I am the most wonderful-est guy in the world. Other women give a quick couple of tugs on the boyfriend leash and disallow the activity. So that was the topic of conversation when an eavesdropper mumbles out "...that's like sexual harassment...".

The asshole of a falsely-accusing-eavesdropper pissed me off so much. She had generated a rant over the beautiful golfing weather. She's the kind of ignorant that deserved a smack upside the head. I should file a grievance against her for slander. Nah, I'll let it go or maybe change the port settings on the switch to her cubicle to 10Base-T.

Daily Rants

On my drive in to work this morning, I received a bit of road rage from some fat woman in a minivan. I was merging and missed her but caught sight of her and let her pass. She was ass hauling to sneak up on my blindspot that fast but that's irrelevant. As she was passing by me, she was looking at me and bitching. My demeanor changed in a millisecond, from "sorry about that" to "GO! You mother-fracking-fat cow", and gestured her to move along with the word "Go" coming out of my mouth.

During lunch, I decided to try out the new Culvers on Westnedge. Not like it'd be different from the one on 9th Street. But as I was heading to the drive thru I was blocked by a car backing out moving two spaces over. The laziness triggered the memory of this morning's road rage incident. This time the thought in my mind was "you lazy-mother-fracking-fat cow".

That is the extent of my ranting for this day. It is far too nice outside to even think gloomy thoughts. I can only think of possibly playing golf this weekend if this weather holds. Another thought that's prevalent in my head is the finishing of my blog template. CSS is cool and all but I hate the code-ishness of it.

PS.
[hywelldotorg] is ranked 4,579,981st at Alexa.com.

PPS.
Dan and Travis are ranting about an article from news.com ["It's my Internet -- I can do what I want"] which made me think about the amount of time I spend in a workday using the interweb. I will have to try an experiment in productivity one day. I will restrict internet usage only for reference/research/work related stuff and see how it would be like. It would be like working back in the old days at Aegon in Petaluma, I think. The experiment will be conducted next Monday. Tomorrow is too soon.

My Coveted Shoes

1460 red, originally uploaded by hywell.

I posted about these shoes months ago. I still haven't bought them because what I really wanted was the Oxblood colored Doc Martens. Today, I stumbled into this:

"The original Oxblood color. Use black shoe polish on it and after a while it'll get the marbled oxblood look."

The instructions refer to using black shoe polish on a Cherry Red Smooth 1460. Maybe it's time to buy the shoe, I thought. I looked at the online Dr Martens store but they only had UK 3, UK 14, UK 15 sizes. I guess, the wait will continue but at least I know how to get my oxblood Dr Martens 1460.

Hint for Nohemi: I'm size 7.5 US in case you forgot.

Un Canuto

Retarded Indiana Time Zone - here's an entry on Microsoft's knowledgebase about what to do when tasked to deal with the stupidity that is Indiana. They've rezoned Indiana to make an already dumb system even dumberer.

Not long after we had our little discussion about the time change in Indiana that a user came to talk to us about the change. The whole thing will be an excellent mess for the people in the affected parts of Indiana.

In my opinion, this whole issue should be taken care of by Microsoft. Instead they have a work around instead of a patch. Patch up the fracking operating system and have it function as it should.

Off to Mexican!

Fracking Toaster!

Daniel has hooked me up with the complete season two of Battlestar Galactica. It is such a slow moving show but highly addictive to the average geek. I like it when they say "you mother fracker".

Travis and I got our half mile (plus some extra laps) at the pool tonight. It feels so good to be able to swim again without the pain of chemicals eating my skin from whatever it was they put in the pool. I am so fracking glad that we can get our routine of a mile a week back.

A Weekend in Saginaw

Last Friday evening, Philopoulos and I met up for the ride to Saginaw. It was fun driving and yapping about different things in the car. Usually, my rides to Saginaw consists of a three hour drive listening to podcasts or an audio book. The past three trips, I have listened to Security Now with Leo Laporte and Steve Gibson. The change this weekend was very much welcomed.

After arriving to Saginaw, we had fun discussions; some chauvinistic, some liberal, some conservative and some just absurd. Then I headed to the grocery store with George to get stuff for dinner. I made Monaca's Shrimp and Grits which everybody seemed to have enjoyed. Mary didn't eat nor did John because he went to bed early but the rest did. After the late dinner, the discussions continued until 4 o'clock in the morning. I enjoy arguing and defending points that I really don't care about because emotional bias during an argument messes up your perspective.

Saturday, we had breakfast at Bob Evans. Hanged out then a trip to the casino and horses.

"Can you hear me now?"

The current state of my blog is pretty much a quasi-physical manifestation of the inner workings of my mind. Here but not really. Might completely change tomorrow and head off a tangent. Where am I going with this, you ask? In this blog, direction is an illusion so just enjoy the ride.

The other day, I had lunch at a Chinese buffet with people at work. After lunch, I picked my fortune cookie which read, "When in doubt, mumble."! It must have been kismet. Call it the perfect alignment of stars and planets. But that fortune was specifically printed just for me.

So call this whole thing as just me mumbling in blog format. Things will eventually take shape and slowly mold itself into [hywelldotorg 3.0].