Archive for November, 2003

Saturday, November 29th, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments

To drink my weight, I would have to chug 3539 bottles of beer!
How big is your beer belly?
Powered by the mighty Rum and Monkey.

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Tuesday, November 25th, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | 3 Comments

I just spent at LEAST 2 hours working on one move in Prince of Persia: Sands of Time. It takes 5 minutes to climb to this wall I need to descend and apparently I don’t have the right timing on wall decents, so I spend 5 minutes at a time, only to die horribly. I’m beginning to fear that I may never finish the game. I’m 93% of the way done, but it’s a rental and I’ have to take it back wednesday. I’m sorry, but I just can’t see myself renting a game for 7% of the story.

Fuck this pisses me off. I think after you attempt something 50 times or more, you should be granted a special advance to move past it.

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Monday, November 24th, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | 1 Comment

God, I honestly wasn’t going to do this, but how could I NOT post these results…

What’s your Pet Name?

Sunday, November 23rd, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments

My dream last night was about having to make a public announcement, a grand re-opening of some theater or somesuch. I was nervous through the whole lead up to it, but I knew the script almost blind. I was afraid I was going to have to give the address in front of the audience and couldn’t have my script in front of me, so I was trying to memorize it. I also didn’t make any notes such as the names of the special guests (they were “friends” of mine) or other details that were apt to change during the preparations for said event or whatever.

When it finally comes time to do my job as the Emcee, I find out I get to be behind stage with a P.A. system. As soon as I start talking, even though now I can look at my script, I screw everything up.

Wierd.

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Saturday, November 22nd, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments

Some of these are remarkably accurate.

Kiss!

Saturday, November 22nd, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments

I dreamt last night that we bought a new house. We’ve only been in this one for a year and a half, so that’s pretty outrageous. The house was the kind that would be on an “estate;” huge, two story, sweeping stairways, grand halls, etc. I dreamt we bought it from my parents which is almost stranger than us buying the house in the first place.

Even more outrageous, I dreamt I slept until 2:00.

Friday, November 21st, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments

Well, the lab is closed, but people are still waiting for printouts. When are people going to realize if you wait until the last 10 minutes to print, you won’t see your printouts until after the lab closes.

fuckers.

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Friday, November 21st, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments

Ugh, it’s been a long, excrutiatingly boring day. Fridays are always so slow and monotonous.

I don’t even really have anything to write about.


So I’ve been shopping for Christmas and Birthdays. As I said before, I’m concerned about going overboard like I always do. I’ve put some old 2nd and 3rd edition D&D books on ebay and I’ve already made $22 with a guaranteed additional $23. I’m padding my gift expenses by getting rid of nostalgia. I think watching Clean Sweep has helped me to realize that just because items have sentimental value, doesn’t mean you have to keep them. Find another way to stay connected to you memories and feelings (journals for example) and get rid of the bulk in your home. It can be worth money and make your home more lievable. I may start taking this further as I find other things that no longer serve any purpose in my home.

I also need to finally finish my case so that I can sell or trash the old one. That way I don’t have two computer cases lying around the house (though if I found parts enough to build a second… bah!).


Things have been really good between Heather and I. I love just having her in the same room with me. When she goes shopping or I stay home from work, I enjoy my time alone, but when it’s time for her to come home, I immediately start missing her. It’s freaky, but cool, very cool. I remember, before we had any problems, I would feel spontaneously “twitterpated” just sitting in the living room watching TV with her. That feeling is returning, and with gusto. I just love sitting with her in silence, chatting about mindless crap, going for car rides, watching movies…

…I just love being with her.

And I won’t even talk about the other stuff here, I’ll save that for a more private journal entry.


Tonight I have a lab meeting. If I didn’t, I’d probably be home already. I’ve got a lot of stuff to cover, but I hope it goes by quick. I like staying late as little as the lab attendants, so maybe we can buckle down and get this taken care of quickly. I’m going to drop a bombshell on them today. I’m going to tell them about a new time-clock system we’re going to be using rather than filling out time sheets all willy-nilly.

Oh, crap, I gotta go tell the students the lab is closing in 30 minutes. I feel sory for the lab attendant because they all just walk all over her. The students may mock me, but at least when I say to leave, they get the fuck out.

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