Rant: Only 2 hours sleep makes me a cranky mother fucker. Edit Rant: Being covered in spit up doesn't help.
Rant: I slept like shit last night. No idea why. I'm 28 today Didnt tell anyone at work, and I dont have that shit on facebook. I'm fine with not having to field distracting small-talk with co-workers. Rant: For some reason, I cant even really explain. I'm in a absolute dogshit mood. It's got to be because I slept like shit last night. Rave: I'll say this, cable management is an art. My network racks are now a thing of beauty. I spent about 10 hrs on Saturday during after-hours re-wiring 3 suites in our building, and doing a complete overhaul of our current office network architecture. Everything is updated, re-configured for security vlans, new wireless controller, new guest network going out on a non-whitelisted public IP, survivability, scalability, etc. Now all I need is an LDAP server for authentication and a domain controller. Because of all that I left work today at 3pm. Rave: I'm now drinking a beer, and playing BattleField 3. Fuck-it-all. I earned this shit.
Rave: The Coan bench program is working wonderfully. 315 lb bench went up smoothly as anything. I'd still have to drop some weight to actually try to do a meet (currently at 205) but I'm feeling good about my chances to not completely embarrass myself. Rave: Less than a month until I get my hands on The Last Story! Fuck. Yes.
RANT: Its hot enough that walking to work today (about a 10-15 min walk total) I switched the positioning of my bag 3 times and each time left a different portion of my body sweat soaked. Entered the office feeling absolutely disgusting. Lovely... RANT/RAVE: Today is the first day of an arbitration process for a lawsuit my Dad and his company filed. Its a legal malpractice/negligence suit against their former intellectual property attorney who just never filed the patent renewal paperwork leading to the loss of a critical patent for some of my Dad's proprietary technology and setting them back quite a bit. Its been 2-3 years of legal BS, including switching to an out of state law firm because their in-town counsel was essentially afraid of going after another lawyer/law firm in town and didn't want to be mean. The legal costs have been taxing to say the least and the potentially sizeable judgement (even half of what my Dad's lawyers set a value point at would be big) would go a long way to providing my Dad's company with a significant buffer and investment capital as well as alleviating alot of my Dad's personal financial stresses that go with being a business owner. I have nothing against lawyers, but here's to hoping they live up to their ruthless nature for once.
Rant: I just got back from a site visit where I was observing one of my clients where he does volunteer work. All of it was spent outside in an area with as much shade as a beach. My beads of sweat have beads of sweat. My crisp dress shirt now looks like I just pulled it out of the washing machine and put it on. Should have gone with my instincts this morning and worn the wifebeater.
Rant: I'm having the most miserable day at work today. Rave: The Drawingboard thread perked me up a little. Some of you are so unbelievably talented that it disgusts me! And some of you shouldn't be allowed to draw and have such a nice ass!
Rave: Surprise day off, my sitter canceled and it wasn't the end of the world if I didn't go in to work. Rave: My kids cleaned their room when I asked them to. Hell must be freezing over...
Rave: Colombia was a blast. Rave-ish: Upon seeing me and hearing my last name, the villagers kept calling me Jackie Chan. Eh? While some of the students gathered the village children for some song-and-dance, I noticed some of the boys strayed off to the side, doing their best, "That's gay," look. I decided to teach them some basic boxing. Total mistake. Although they can't throw hard punches, I had to swat away nut shots any time I stepped outside of the clinic. Sometimes from 3 kids simultaneously. But hey, at least I have an idea of how many 5th graders I can take on. Did-you-know: "Piggyback rides" are known as "burritos" (little donkeys). Rave: Got some Cubans for my buddies back home. Rave: Spending time in Jungle Heat makes this Midwestern heat feel like a balmy day.
Mostly rant/partial rave: A sewage pipe burst in the kitchen in my office about 45 minutes ago. This is a tiny bit of a rave because I'm typing this message from home. This is mostly a rant because my office is literally going to smell like shit for what I can only assume will be a long time.
Rave: In addition to the 4 pairs of boots I got yesterday, Flight E gave me 8 new flight suits, 4 tan and 4 green, and 2 pairs of tan gloves. I feel like I should buy them all a case or two of beer. Rave: First flight in 3 weeks tomorrow night. It's a night flight. Rant: It's a Low Light Level flight with 1% illumination. This means my first flight in three weeks will be doing maneuvers that I have done a ton before, but I won't be able to actually see that I'm doing them because there will be no moonlight. Not sure how I feel about this one...
This has been an insanely busy couple of weeks with a lot of ups and downs (mostly ups): Raves: Found the perfect place to live in Arizona! Haven't signed anything but I am 95% sure I will be moving in September! Lots of time on the golf course! Dek hockey season started again! Water park! Sublime and Cypress Hill concert! Weekend at my buddy's cabin! Rant: Moving involves a lot more than I could have ever imagined. Slow as shit at work. Broke again and so much going on that I need money for. Sinus infection Cousin OD'd on heroin and had to be hospitalized. We thought she was clean. Back to rehab for her. Mom left her boyfriend and is making sure I know every damn detail. It wasn't that long ago that she left my dad and I don't want anything to do with it. I would rather live completely ignorant.
Rave: Sergeant Dickhead is on leave. What does this mean? It means I have free reign to do things my way without worrying about getting locked at parade rest. The amount of work I've managed to accomplish without getting yelled at for something petty has been extraordinary. Rant: Speeding ticket. $250. I guess I can't do whatever the hell I want. Rave: I can get it expunged from my record by doing a stupid driver's safety course. Rant: My new nickname in the shop is Ricky Bobby. Whenever the MSgt sees me, he yells "I wanna go FAST!" ?: Ex-FWB invited me to her house with a friend. We all watched a movie, and my friend left. I was kinda drunk, she kissed me, and one thing led to another. Rave? Doesn't matter, had sex. Rant: I have absolutely no idea where this is going.
Rant: Politics on Facebook. I apologize if this is "too political," but here is a hint: if you think you can summarize ANY politician or ANYONE'S political beliefs in one word, you're doing it wrong. Rave: Date night with the wife. Happy ending included. Double Rave: Though I can't find a teaching job, my boss at my video store job has informed me that they've discussed me moving into a full time, higher paid position if I can't find anything in teaching. While it isn't my ideal job (still teaching), it would be nice to have a full time, relatively easy gig that paid enough so my wife can go to part time at her job and she can spend more time with the baby. Besides that, it is a video store job. It isn't hard, there are some pretty good perks (free rentals make for cheap and easy date nights), I get to watch movies and TV shows while I work, and I genuinely enjoy going to work right now, so why not? Rant: I am turning into Dante from Clerks, minus access to Rosario Dawson's boobs.
Rant: Ridiculously tired today. Rant: The aforementioned tiredness is directly related to my lab mix being a giant wimp when it comes to thunderstorms. We had a few last night, and he wouldn't stop pacing around the room, which woke both my wife and I up numerous times.
Rave: Some of my work is featured in an article on a popular website today. I'm in a state of shock because it was totally unexpected. Rant: Hard to get anything done at work now since seeing it because my pulse JUST came down but my hands are still shaky. Rant/Rave: Watching my paycheck get swallowed up by bills. Damn! But it's still a rave because I'm not completely broke.
RAVE: Went camping and fishing (re: drinking) out at Lake Mead last night. Met a Chinese attorney who barely spoke English. He kept saying "I like to party!" He drank 3 beers and passed out. RANT: I went to sleep at around 3AM. I was rudely awakened at 5:30 by loud voices proclaiming "Burrito! Taco! Buenos Aries el gui musto! Corona!" ( I have no idea what the fuck they were saying, I don't speak Spanish.) I flew awake yelling "Motherfucker, fucking, fuck,fuck, fucker, fuck!" at the now wide eyed Mexicans. When I went to sleep we were alone. When I awoke they were parked 3 feet from my sleeping ass. Who the fuck does shit like this? I made them give me fish for rudely awakening me. 2 big stripers. Fuckers. I don't even like fish.