Rave: We are set up to meet a dog, currently in foster care, on Saturday. I hope that we like each other, that would be awkward if we had to say to the foster person, "Um, nahhh, don't think so." Anyway, I know you all will love her - she's a chihuahua.
Rant: Fuckin' sales people. Sales guy: "Can we get an import license for this Class A Drug Precursor? It's on the truck at the border and will be here this afternoon." Angel_1756: "Um... Yeah, those licenses take 30 days to process.... SO NO." Jesus Christ.
Rant: Red eye flights suck. Was struggling so bad not to fall asleep driving to the airport this morning.
Rant: Holy shit, this guy went to the bar I hung out at about a decade ago: http://www.caller.com/news/local-news/man-shot-by-deputy-after-pickup-hits-sheriffs-office_29424436
Rant: Oh yeah, I remember why I eat the way I usually do. Because sugary carby stuff makes my farts smell like a thousand corpses exiting my asshole. No more granola and crackers. Back to the bacon and eggs.
Rave: My new (read: 6 months in) job is starting to pick up. Jumping into a senior management role (state manager of my company, and effectively building this state from scratch) at 27, I wasn't sure if I could pull it off. Rant: The weekend several new contracts start, I was meant to be going on my first overseas trip for a friend's wedding. Rant/Rave: The wedding is in Bali, so I'm not overly disappointed.
Rave: The final six of us in a 182 entry poker tournament chopped last night. Woo! Five of us tossed in a hundred bucks each over to the chip leader to call it a night since it was closing on 3am. Related Rave: At the final 20 I had 275k in chips, which was good. Smash cut to the final table and I was still at about 275k, which now meant I was second shortest stack. The rave? By the time we chopped, I was at 775k in chips and in second place. That felt really good and was the tangible result of playing better.
Rant: Cable box fried when I tried to turn on the tv to watch football. I watch tv rarely, but during football season it's a different story.
Rave: Bought my new toy today. Sea kayak, will take it out for a paddle in the morning after my run. Rave: Did just win a meat tray too.
Rave: After 3 days of snow, it's finally warm enough again that I don't have to wear my winter coat. Rant: It's already dark when I go to work every morning. The days of never seeing sunlight are approaching.
Rave: My new dentist's name is Dr Fortunato. I will bear his thousand injuries as I best can, but he better not venture upon insult (of my flossing habits). Spoiler For more: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_...ar_Allan_Poe/Volume_1/The_Cask_of_Amontillado
Rant: Girlfriend is in her own words 'irrationally afraid of firearms' but is willing to try and get over her fear. So after a few sit downs going over a .22lr rifle, letting her get used to holding it, etc we go to the range. The range I go to is typically empty weekday mornings until around lunchtime, so we go on a weekday morning. Turns out two other guys are there and they're shooting both rifle and pistol. I tell them it's her first time and she's really skittish; they're cool and offer to move lanes farther down so as not to distract her. I walk her through everything again and let her watch the other guys shoot for a few minutes to make sure she's still comfortable. Well as we're all changing targets in comes .50 cal desert eagle man. This range only has two 25yrd stations and we're using one. He decides he wants to use the other 25yrd lane...the lane immediately to our left. Without saying shit to me, he pushes the bench over almost against our bench where I'm trying stand while I teach her. At this point I tell him I need the space as I'm trying to teach her and ask if he would prefer using one of the pistol lanes which are to the right, further away from us and btw are also 25yrds. He just looks at me like why would I? The range goes hot again and of course the brass from his first round bounces across our bench. Between that and the concussive blast from his hand cannon she's done and wants to leave so I have her go get in the truck while I pack up my range bag and case the .22lr. He finishes ten rounds and starts to pack up as well...he's out of the parking lot before us and all I can think is wtf?, you could've said something and I could've had her go get a coke or something while you had your five minutes of fun. Instead she's in a panic attack and in no mood to entertain the idea of trying again that day. Plus, it's a bit of a drive to get to the place. Sure .50 cal isn't cheap, but who drives 45 minutes each way for ten rounds? Rave: At least she fired two rounds and damn near hit the bull on her second before desert eagle started shooting. She wants to try again albeit at a time when the range is quiet.
Rave: Just finished my first paddle in the new kayak, was good to be out on the water again after so long but holy shit am I going to hurt tomorrow.
RAVE: Yesterday at Home Depot I met a guy in his mid-70's who's done a lot of woodworking over the years, has just moved into a golf community a few blocks from me, and is now selling off his shop tools. "What did you make?", I asked. "Shelves... lots of really shitty shelves." I just filled up my trailer with a 4.5hp router, router table, drill press, bench grinder (all on custom stands), oscillating drum sander, a big tray of router bits, and a 16 piece forstner bit set, all in great condition, all for $250. He's got a lot of other stuff (10 or so various shoulder/block/jack planes, chisels, a wall full of clamps from 1-6' long, etc), that would easily hit $3k to buy new, that he wanted to give me for $200. That was way, way too cheap, and I think he didn't really think it through, so I turned him down and said to take his time, sort it out, and come up with a fair price and call me on Monday. Mother lode, bitches.
Rant: Well that sucked. Lost our preliminary final 4-3. Had so many more chances and should have put a few more away. Lost it on a really stupid play as well. Scored one and had a hand in another but not enough unfortunately.
Rant: I found out yesterday that I have to move out of my room by the end of October, since my roommate's mom is getting divorced and she and her other son have to move back in. And she really hinted that she wants to move back in sooner, but she will of course give me the amount of time to move that was specified in our agreement. I don't necessarily have an attachment to where I live now, but this is going to be a huge pain in the ass trying to find somewhere to move to that's in my price range and then finding time to move around working full time and taking 3 graduate classes. Rave: I finished my screenplay and entered it into a competition. This particular competition gives you free feedback and allows you to resubmit it. I know that I won't win, but I'm just glad that I had the discipline to see it through to this point.
RAVE: Holy fuck are my back and knees sore. Why is this a rave? I just spent the last six hours stripping my stairs of old, shitty, cat-piss smelling carpet, pulling up all the underpad, shitloads of staples and nails, nail strips, etc. Fixed one of the treads that was split and then painted that shit with some very durable porch/deck paint. Thrashing a bit to get my place "presentable" for the parents who are visiting in a couple of days, and it's getting closer and closer to being just that. All that is left is to finish making the platform bed, half of which is still raw lumber sitting in my trailer. RAVE: Parents are visiting for a week. This is awesome news because it means the old man is well enough to travel, and they are both really excited to come out and go on a week-long bender... I mean "wine touring". I'll be taking some time off from the new job for the first time, and after the killer hours so far I can sure use the break. My team has their shit together, though, and they won't miss me. Life is good.
Rant: Depression just keeps getting worse. Doctors still avoiding me. Now they're making me drive 2 hours to go see someone new. Awesome.
Rave: having to cover someone else's role at work. Sucks hard, so I got drunk and impulse booked a flight to the US arriving LA on Dec 24th. Meeting up with friends for the Jones Cormier fight in Vegas on Jan 3rd, otherwise I have a free schedule. Anyone up for things? Edit: I will also gladly accept suggestions for interesting places to travel, prefer wilderness to counter the general Vegas malaise that will infect my system.