Update

I sweated buckets in a totally neurotic and nervous state between 2 and 3 p.m. this afternoon. But despite numerous set backs at 3:36 p.m. the equipment was crated and headed out the door. The driver showed up a few minutes later and it headed out the door. HOORAY! (

Friday Thoughts

I haven’t been in much of a “blogging mood” this week. I started presenting with symptoms of a head cold on Sunday evening and no matter how hard I fought it with Airborne and Vitamin C, when I awoke on Monday morning it had taken over. I greatly dislike being sick, in fact, I hate it. I tend to gripe a lot and wish I weren’t sick.

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Quote of the day…

"What can you say about a society that says that God is dead
and Elvis is alive?"

--Irv Kupcinet

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Remember my top dollar day from a few weeks back? Well all of those orders are shipping today (or are supposed to). The truck will be here at 3:00 p.m. and I will be really surprised if everything is ready to go.

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I got a new headband for my hair last weekend. I should have been suspicious of the extra-thick heavy-duty rubber bumpers on the ends because when I have it on my head I feel like my head is in a vice. Ouch!

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I finally got the suction cup razor holder that came with my razor to stay put on the side of my shower. For the past several weeks the suction cup holder and I have been playing a daily game. I get in the shower and stick it up on the wall only to find it lying on the shelf when I get in the shower the next day. I don’t know what I did differently but when I got in the shower this morning it was still stuck to the wall!

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Obviously this has been a slow and boring week from my lack of anything of real substance to share. I hope you have a good weekend. My plans include plenty of fluids and sleep, schoolwork, an Oktoberfest party and organizing my home office.

Which Programming Language Are You?

Shamelessly stolen from Don's website...


Which Programming Language are You?

Fun Evening

The Beaver game on TV, people making fools of themselves with Karaoke, local flare and beer, the perfect combination.

Bathroom Graffiti

Message on the dry erase board in the bathroom at a bar in Astoria.

Astoria Sunset

Beer drinkin view.

Do I Give Good Advice?

You Give Great Advice

You know what's up when it comes to people and social relationships. And you're advice is golden, even if your friends don't always take it! Just make sure that you take your own advice too!

Do You Give Good Advice?

Paper Mache Graffiti?

Is there such a thing as graffiti made from paper? This is a new addition to the wall on Mercer Street.

Guilty Pleasure Confession

Urban Dictionary defines guilty pleasure in the following 2 ways (with spelling errors corrected).

1. Guilty pleasure
Something that you shouldn't like, but like anyway.

2. Guilty pleasure
n. to describe a certain substance or activity a person enjoys, and often practices, while said person morally believed or is informed that the substance or activity is abnormal, improper or incorrect.

I have also thought that a guilty pleasure is something that you enjoy but realize that it is a total waste of time, energy and money. I was thinking about guilty pleasures when I chose to sit on my couch and watch TV last night instead of doing my laundry. My justification to myself was that the CW was showing an encore of the season finale of Gilmore Girls. I saw the episode back in May when it originally aired, but I missed the last minute which was *the cliffhanger moment* that is so typical of the Gilmore Girls. I wanted to be completely “up to date” when the season premiers next Tuesday.

With all that said, I don’t consider Gilmore Girls to be a “guilty pleasure” in my life. But my recent behavior is beginning to make me wonder. I have recently started listening to several unofficial podcasts about the Gilmore Girls. I am amazed that someone could be so obsessed with a television show that they would create a studio in their home and then create a podcast weekly just to talk about it. I continue to tell myself that I think that these people are stupid and I can’t believe that they are so obsessed, yet, I continue to listen.

I think I realized that I was no better than these fanatic fans when I found myself on the elliptical machine at the gym on Saturday morning and was listening as this husband and wife team described how they longed to visit Stars Hollow (the make-believe town where the Gilmore Girls live) and how they are going to plan their summer vacation to California next year so that they can visit the set at the WB. I can’t believe anyone would do this and therefore I keep listening. It’s like the car accident on the highway that you just can’t help looking at. I find this level of commitment to a television show utterly fascinating. They do know it’s a TV show right?

So I will keep enjoying my guilty pleasure as long as it doesn’t turn me into a totally crazed fan.

Tuesday Afternoon Randomness

My commute this morning was just as fun as can be expected when you live in a place where rain in a natural and frequent occurrence yet everyone around you forgets this fact. In that same spirit one of the DJ’s on my favorite radio station had a funny definition for rain this morning.

Rain – a meteorological phenomenon which causes confusion, congestion and car accidents.

I am hoping that in the next few weeks everyone can re-adjust to the fact that we live in Seattle and it does rain here and we can get back to a normal routine.

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I just saw a photo of a piece of Macaroni and Cheese Pizza on one of my feeds through Bloglines. The idea of Macaroni and Cheese Pizza is disgusting yet curiously tempting to me.

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After a few days of peace and quiet the construction crew showed up this morning to continue work in the field across from my office. We are still debating on what they are building or if they are just playing with dirt.

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I bumped into the following quote this morning and it spoke to me…

“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”
--Albert Camus