Category: Life

  • August of Two Thousand Twelve

    Well, I almost let an entire calendar month go by, didn’t I? Whoopsie. So much for getting back on the horse… again.

    So! Notable things about this month? One, I managed to take an entire calendar week off from work for the first time since I started work. (This doesn’t count stretches of unemployment, mind you.) Last time I scheduled a week-long vacation, my boss got canned and I spent half the week in the office anyway. This time? Peace and quiet.

    What’s really cool about the time off is that I didn’t actually waste it all. Instead, I used half the week to de-junk my living space a bit. A couple bags of trash went out, sure, but the really big part involved having Green Century come by on Thursday to haul away several 17-gallon bins’ worth of computer paraphernalia. I’d accumulated 15 years’ worth of working-in-IT and taking-my-work-home junk, like old PCI cards and cables and drives and drives and cables and plastic fiddly bits and empty chassis and printers and you get the picture. Finding, sorting, piling, and staging all of this took up the first two days of my vacation.

    A lot of work to do on a so-called “break,” yes, but utterly worth it. I reclaimed a lot of storage and floor space, found some nifty things during the sorting that I wanted to store more safely, and my physical possessions total a few hundred pounds less now than they did before. Sweet!

    The second notable event this month? My son turned 20, mid-month. Twenty years old! It’s amazing, and he’s turned out to be pretty damned cool. I have the best kids, I tell ya.

  • A Body Made Of Ouch

    I should be at work right now.

    I’m not, because I spent all night gulping down pain medicine and trying to find a position in which I could sleep. There’s a knot in my back at my left shoulderblade that hurts like [censored]. There hasn’t been a minute in the last 15 hours in which it hasn’t hurt at all. I occasionally slept through it, when I became too exhausted and when the meds kicked in for a while, but it never lasted long.

    There are important things to do. The Kaseya server needs some attention, most importantly. I haven’t even entered my time from yesterday. I hate letting the company down like this. I almost got up and went to work anyway, but finding myself on the verge of tears merely from sitting up in bed put the kaibosh on that idea.

    So, I’m going to spend the rest of the day trying to find a comfortable-ish position from which to grit my teeth and endure until this knot goes away. Wish me luck.

  • Adaptation Consideration

    I had time to kill last night, between finishing “game night” (came in a strong second at “London” and kicked Mike’s ass at “Stone Age”, hah!) and starting on some client work, and didn’t feel like being On The Computer. So I put in the first disc of my recently-acquired set of the BBC/A&E “The Scarlet Pimpernel”.

    Now, I’d last watched the show when it first aired back in the late 1990s and remembered (vaguely) that it was a cheesy, breezy little adventure yarn. You know what? It still is, and it hasn’t aged as poorly as I might have expected. Richard E. Grant is still a brilliant lead, playing the Bruce Wayne / Batman dichotomy as well as anyone could ask. Elizabeth McGovern is still pretty, somewhere under all that pancake makeup and somewhat-ratty wig. Buckles are swashed, entendres are doubled, and so forth.

    The Internet, of course, begs to differ. Apparently what I watched last night is “atrocious.” You see, liberties were taken with the source material. Heaven forfend! So-and-so wouldn’t behave like that! They killed whats-his-name! After all, the only good translation of novel to film is a completely and totally literal one, right? I mean, really now. Those “Lord of the Rings” movies clearly suffered from the loss of all that dratted Bombadil-ish and elvish and hobbitish poetry & song every dozen pages, right? Right.

    Now I’ve made the Tolkien nuts mad at me. I can live with that.

    There are some gripes with “The Scarlet Pimpernel,” but they’re mostly just quibbles, regardless of how you rate Liz McGovern’s acting talents. (Seriously: The vitriolic posts I’ve seen online almost all mention one or more failings on her part. Does she have a history of drowning kittens and kicking puppies that I didn’t know about? Because, sheesh.) One scene comes to mind involving the sharpening of a guillotine, which is supposed to sound ominous (scrape, scrape) except the stone’s being dragged across the broad side of the blade instead of anywhere near the edge. Weird details like that, where someone just wasn’t paying attention, jar you from time to time.

    But, you know what? The good guys won, the hero rescued the girl, love triumphed over evil, yadda yadda. Some days, that’s all I really want.

    (Yes, there’s a rant coming later about the current state of modern high fantasy novels. Hint: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF GRIMDARK. STOP IT.)

    So I’ll be watching the other discs in my boxed set, even if I have to do it alone. I’m okay with that.

  • No Pain, No Loss

    Speaking of numbers?

    Push-ups completed this week: 41

    Sit-ups completed this week: 11

    I started a morning exercise routine this week, and yes, I’m starting small. I figure on doing ten push-ups and five sit-ups per morning until that gets (relatively) easy, then move to some combination of more of those activities and another activity yet to be selected. The idea isn’t to turn this into some massive workout or use this as a weight-loss program; I just want to get my body back to a place where I can do things again without becoming winded way too quickly or just plain being too weak.

    Unfortunately my abdominal muscles flat-out gave up after the second day of sit-ups. Wednesday’s attempt was accompanied by “OW OW OW.” Which scuttled my push-ups as well. Since then I’ve been starting with the push-ups since I know I can do those. My sit-up attempts yesterday and today were met with a big fat “NOT HAPPENING” from the abs.

    I think they’re on strike.

    There’s talk of putting in a workout space into the office expansion (yes, we’re expanding again). This might be a good thing, as I can’t afford or schedule a proper gym. (Nor would I want to deal with that environment, really.)

    So. There’s me, trying to get a bit healthier. Yay?

  • By The Numbers

    This post marks 2000 entries to the journal.

    On June 26th this journal will be effectively 11 years old. Now, we achieved this partly by importing some back-dated entries from the previous website, but there you have it.

    We’ve racked up nearly 4000 approved comments, and let’s not speculate on how much spam we’ve deleted in over a decade.

    It’s worth mentioning that since posting dropped off precipitously after I lost my job with Entercom six years ago, the bulk of these 2000 posts took place in the first half of this site’s existence. C’est la vie, I guess.

    I have more content queued but when I noticed in the WordPress Dashboard that there were 1999 posts in the system, I figured I should mark an occasion somehow. And here we are.

  • Year Four of Quacked Panes

    I don’t always have much luck with this particular method, but apparently what it took to shake off several days’ worth of deep blue funk was to hunker down and get some creative work done. What this means for you is that Year Four of Quacked Panes kicks off Monday, both comics for next week are already queued, and I whipped up a new banner image.

    Considering that I was starting to worry that I’d lost my webcomic mojo, this makes me feel much better about things…