Category: Life

  • Once again, my body hates me.

    I don’t know what it was I ate, or if it was a combination of things I ate and things that happened, but I woke up with queasy innards and no strength this morning. I’ve spent most of the day so far (it’s almost 2pm as I write this) in bed, with occasional bouts of hopping online to write emails and read stuff.

    That’s right, not only do I have a difficult time getting to sleep but I also have a digestive system that seems to enjoy making my life truly unpleasant on an occasional (but still too frequent) basis. Am I a catch or what? Ladies, don’t all rush me at once. Heh.

    Now, however, I’m showered and dressed and must go forage for foodstuffs, ’cause no matter how upset my body may be, it’s also absolutely craving decent nourishment. Since I haven’t exactly been a frequent shopper lately (bad roomie, no biscuit… literally) the cupboards are surprisingly bare of simple, basic foodstuffs I can put together without relying on (nonexistent) cooking skills. Whoops. My paycheck is only a few days away, right?

  • Didn’t I do this last month? Didn’t it turn out much the same way?

    Thanks to my dear Twinlet North, I had fifty bucks to blow. (I could make a truly disturbed joke here, but I’ll leave it as an exercise for the perverts in the audience.) Unlike last month’s debacle, I figured, this time I’d have no trouble at all spending that gift card money, especially when the venue is upgraded from Fred Meyer to Best Buy. Right?

    “Wrong!”

    First I looked at headphones. (The better Sony pair? $100. No thanks.) Then I looked (briefly) at computer games and came to the same conclusion I did last month, namely that what I most assuredly don’t need is another massive time-waster when I’m already paying a monthly fee for one (or two, depending on how you count it) major gaming experience(s). I looked at speakers, but I don’t really need a surround-sound set for the A/V computer since it’s not like I really have a room that properly supports the set I already have on the “gaming” rig. I looked into a RAM upgrade. Too damned expensive, that turned out. I thought about a sound card upgrade, but the only device that looked remotely useful still lacked the bells and whistles I’d be giving up by switching to a card that doesn’t support the Live!Drive I/O bay. I considered, repeatedly, and discarded, repeatedly, the idea of buying a faster wireless card for the laptop.

    Finally a solution presented itself. What if I took the ATI Radeon 9000-series card out of the living room multimedia PC and swapped it with the All-in-Wonder Radeon 7500 from the A/V computer upstairs, then spent a whopping $20 out-of-pocket for a TV tuner card with which to continue the VHS capture work I (periodically) perform on said A/V computer?

    Brilliant!

    Let’s just gloss over the issue of how much time this dithering process actually ate up out of the evening. It’s not terribly important, anyway. Ahem. I did manage to finish in time to dissuade my (very patient) shopping partner for the evening from buying purple rhinestones for her iPod. Not only that, but I bumped into something of an old friend, namely Wendi’s best friend Amy’s husband, Michael. Spending a few minutes catching up with news from that quarter improved my evening a bit. Having them come over for Diablo II gaming sessions was among the highlights of the later years at the old house.

    If I’ve learned anything from the combination of this experience and the last one like it, and I probably haven’t, it’s that I need to have a much clearer idea of what I want to purchase before I enter any given geek-toy store. We’ll see if I can take this lesson to heart, eh?

  • New Year. New Goal.

    I set myself a modest goal, three hundred sixty five days or so ago, of posting entries on at least 95% of the days of the calendar year and getting the overall site posting rate up into the upper 60 percent range (at the time it was at about 63%). It ended up a matter of posting many short and silly entries, but I accomplished my goal with percentage points to spare.

    This year I’ve set a somewhat different goal. I want to maintain a 75% post rate for the year and I want most of what I write to be more entertaining, more detailed and (hopefully) more interesting. In short: Write less often, but write better.

    If I can pull this off, visiting this site may end up being a form of entertainment even for people who don’t know me personally. Hey, it’s something to shoot for. What’s the point to surviving from year to year if we don’t set ourselves the occasional challenge?

  • Only an idiot on days ending in ‘Y’…

    All discussions about plans for New Year’s Eve have taken place through a bizarre filter in my mind. It took every reference to “Saturday” and turned it into “Sunday,” because obviously it’s Sunday that we’ll all be staying up the whole night to party, watch balls drop and that sort of silliness.

    Right?

    Yeah. I figured it out when I got about two blocks from home tonight. Apparently I need to walk around more, ‘cause I do most of my best thinking on my feet. I’m not kidding, there. To those of you I’ve conversed with on this topic recently: Just take all of my idiotic blather about “Sunday” and translate it to “Saturday” and we’ll all be good, mmkay? Thanks.

  • A day without shoes on.

    I gave myself a belated Christmas present today. I slept in ‘til about 10:30, I relaxed a lot, I rested, I goofed off, and I made a deliberate point of not leaving the house at any point. I figure if I get another good night’s sleep in, I may even be a tolerable human being tomorrow.

    Anything’s possible, right?

  • Dumb, But With Clean Laundry

    Well, I had to do something stupid, didn’t I?

    I started my laundry rather late, having filled my basket during daylight hours but spacing out on actually putting clothes into the wash until, oh, close to 10pm. I just hauled the clean, dry clothing out of the dryer and… noticed with considerable chagrin the number of fortune cookie slips in the lint trap.

    Yep. I washed my wallet. My license is slightly warped, now. My bus pass is almost completely shot to hell. (And how glad am I now that I didn’t buy January’s pass while I was passing by Safeway this morning!) The money? Oh, it’s designed to take a bath or two, so no worries there. I can only hope that my bank card wasn’t adversely affected, let alone my Social Security card. The wallet itself is a goner, though. Dammit. I liked that wallet. I’ve never washed one before, so why did I start now?

    Merry Christmas, everybody. May your holiday start out better than mine…