Tuesday, August 31, 2004

I sense a great disturbance in the force.

I just read up on this from Joey, and I have to admit that I'm fairly disgusted. I mean, if that were the law, there'd be a lot of my friends out of work, and not many of them work for an online frickin' community.

I haven't logged onto my account there in months. I wonder if it even still exists. If it does, you can bet it won't in about 15 minutes. If not, I'll steer more and more people over to it's red-headed stepchild, MySpace.

Valid point.

Another drink is owed to Wild Sound for making a valid point: one of the hardest things to blog about is your romantic life- and when it's as complicated as mine currently is- it's sometimes safer to no say anything. Or, as I frequently do, as little as possible. Let's just say that I'm out there. Let's say that I'm happy. Let's say that things are moving forward. Let's say that I don't want to jinx anything. Let's, lastly, just say that I need a trip to Boston soon so I can pay back the beers I owe to folks I know out there as well.

Shades of Ferris Bueller

As in "What's the score?"
"Nothin' nothin'."
"Who's winning?"
"The Bears."

Check it out here.


On Friday, I told y'all about the game that was taking up my afternoon, how I was trying to finish it. I left it alone yesterday, and on my first try this morning, I got it.

It's a nice feeling, except now it resets to the beginning, so you could theoretically play forever, and that just seems worthless to me.

Oh well. At least I don't feel the need to play it constantly, right?

What the...

For reasons unknown to me, I shot awake at about 3:50 this morning. I'm thinking it's anxiety over next week's impending surgery, but I could be wrong. Time for a sleep study? Well, by the time I get to recording my dreams again, I'll be in a wonderful drug-induced coma every night. Anyways, after several minutes of tossing and turning, I decided to get up and start my day, and I'm already starting to pay for that. I feel a nap coming on.

It could have something to do with the fact that I was rearranging the living room yesterday- and stirred up some extra allergy feelings. We'll see what happens tonight.

Last night friend J came over and we watched L'Auberge Espanole, a charming movie about a French student who moves to Barcelona for a year. There were some really good laughs in there, and I particularly enjoyed the multitude of languages- fortunately enough that I have a handle on to make me appreciate the cinematography instead of reading the subtitles.

Monday, August 30, 2004

Salsa Shark.

I just read that Kevin Smith is working on a sequel to Clerks.

I'm not sure how I feel about this.

More new features.

In the coming months, I'm going to start doing a lot more fundraising for my 2005 MS Ride- given, it's about 10 months away, but that doesn't mean I'm not thinking about it. This morning, I came across this article about sexual disfunction the people who have MS suffer from. There are a lot of other links to articles at the bottom, so please, check them out.

I'm sure you all know that my best friend was diagnosed in November, and that I raised $3,750.71 for the MS Society of Illinois, and that I will be hosting pub quizzes at the Globe Pub every other Tuesdays, beginning next week(9/7), and lastly that the website I set up to raise funds was used as an example for others.

So, in the coming few months you'll see a lot more about what I'm trying to do- and you'll probably(if I have your e-mail address) be getting another e-mail from me, asking for your donation. Just warning you.

Sad news-

RIP, Laura Branigan.

Proof as to my absolute lack of sanity.

As you may have noticed from yesterday's posts, I was out really, really late on Saturday night(Sunday morning, actually) and was up fairly early, promising to blog about something I've been spending too much time being cryptic about, and I completely failed to do so. I apologize. I really do. Here's what happened:

After I got back from driving my friend A's car back to her neighborhood(we wouldn't allow her to drive) I got back to my house at about 12, just wanting to relax for a bit and collect my thoughts for the big bad blog entry I promised. I was on the sofa flipping through the cannels when my cell phone neighed at me(yes, my ringer is a neighing horse- it's funny). I checked the caller ID and saw it was my good friend D.

Me: [screams out nickname of friend]
D: Hey man.
Me: What's up?
D: I've got an extra ticket for the Cubs game, if you're interested.
Me: [thinks for a second] What time is the game?
D: 1:20
Me: What time is it now?
D: 12:30.
Me: Let me take a shower and I'm on my way.

At 1:30, I was sitting happily with two beers in the sunny center-field bleachers of the Friendly Confines. I had a good time- despite the loss and the hangover, which wasn't nearly as bad as it should have been, thanks to having breakfast at 4:45 in the morning. I was however, at the end of the game, not in any condition for, well, anything else but going home. That didn't stop me from going to have a drink with my best friend, though. One turned into two, turned into a "damn I have to go home." So home I went, and ordered some mediocre Thai food and went to bed at about 10. I needed the sleep something fierce, after this weekend of too much beer and not enough sleep.

More later. Promises, promises.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

I promised...

I did. And I will deliver.

I just have to drive my friend's car back to her neighborhood now. After I'm done with that, then it can finally be told.

a, b, c, d, and now e

There's more to explain. It will happen before 10/2/04.


Friday, August 27, 2004

Poor excuse for a blogger.

My friend J TM'ed my cell phone wondering if we were getting slammed today. I called her back, because she did send me an e-mail and leave a comment on the good ol' blog. She figured that we were getting slammed. We weren't. I was simply playing this online game that I was close to beating, and couldn't quite beat. I was playing a game instead of blogging.

I'll write over the weekend. Promise. I've just been really busy busting my head on this game.

New feature?

The idea just came to me- something to hopefully garner some comments from y'all(we're talking about 90 odd hits a day, and very sparse commenting). So, after reading an article today I've taken a page from a certain magazine and decided to name an asshole of the week. I know, it's a little trite, but it's something for me to keep focused on. Without further ado, here's the Asshole of the Week.

In other asshole-related news, a rather scary and unfortunate news story from China.

I want to run and hide, personally.

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Pissed off.

I just wrote this really long post about how funny it is that Dave Matthews Band is apparently responsible for The Occurence at Kinzie Street Bridge and about the Great American Shoutout and about some billionaire who is preaching moderation and apparently is trying to be philanthropic without wanting personal gain from it.

Then the internet ate the goddamn thing.

If you happen to come accross a young, lonely blog post that answers to the name "Fluff and DMB" please feed and shelter it, it's lost and far from home. Drop me a line and I'll come for it.


Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Birthday ideas.

Last year I posted all the ridiculously expensive things I wanted for my 30th birthday. This year, I've come across something far cheaper and far cooler. As it turns out, I like alcohol. I won't lie. I enjoy wine, beer, single-malt scotch, even vodka and sometimes, but rarely, I love a good gin and tonic. So, I'm applying to receive free coasters from one of my favorite scotch brands, and I discover that you can order bottles with a personalized label.

Hmmmmm. I think to myself. I'm sure someone out there is thinking "damn, that's a good idea for Dave's birthday!"

To that person, whoever you are, click here.

Bridge Over the River Mississippi

So, I'm cruising around the internet today, killing time, and I came across this article via Fark, which contains this totally cool picture.

After reading the article and watching the camera be destroyed, I can honestly tell you that I'm thinking about getting a SanDisk memory card for my digital.

Back in the saddle.

I'm back at work, still tired and very hayfevery, but alive.

I'm also annoyed, because I just can't stand the idiocy. It's incredible.

I liked the suggestions about what job I could take if I were to move to the country. I also thought of a couple things I wouldn't mind doing:

Volunteer Fire Fighter
Local Internet Provider
Software Mogul(the kind that makes people move near him or lets you telecommute)
Hockey color man for the Quad City Mallards
Local DJ(probably on the 70's station)

I did like the ideas presented in comments, except that I could never be a farmer- I kill plants too quickly to ever make any money- although I would consider wearing a hat- I look pretty good in cowboy duds, ya know.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Last night and an [very] early morning.

Last night was the launch of my friend T's e-zine. She had bands and drinks and it was fun. Real fun. I even discovered a couple new bands- that I actually like. So, the end result is that I was out too late and, most unfortunately, up far too early, as I woke up at 3:30 with a horrible sneezing attack. Not being able to take any more allergy medicine, I tried to get through it, and failed. Things just progressively got worse, to the point that I've called in sick and stayed at home, cleaning and trying to not scratch my eyes out. It's the drawback of going to the farm for a weekend in the late summer- I spend a couple days getting over it.

So, that's my day so far. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

Monday, August 23, 2004

The sharp, horrible sting of reality.

Whenever I head out to the farm, I come back to the city, the city I love and cherish, only to wonder why I live here. Life is so complex and full of bullshit here.

I doubt I could move out there now. I'm too young, too crazy, too wild and too needy of things to do to live in a rural setting- besides, what role would I take in the local economy? There's not a lot of demand for wise-assed computer geeks with shaved heads and a penchant for general mayhem.

Where is this coming from? Well, I'm discovering today that I have almost no patience for my job anymore. This is not a good sign, as I should hang on to this one until I finally finish up a degree of some sort, so I can then find my true calling and hopefully make some cash. An example of why I become so grumpy at work:

Customer: I'm getting a message that says 'no action taken.'
Me: That could mean a lot of things. What kind of order was it?
Customer: A buy order.
Me: I need more information than that. Was is a limit, market, what contract?
Customer: It's a small NASDAQ market order. I think it might be a problem with margins.
Me: That's a definite possibility.
Customer: Because I only have $30 in the account.
Me: Well, that's going to be your problem right now, isn't it?

I got meaner as time went on. He wanted to find a way around his lack of balance, and I told him the best way around that was to send in more money. I'd say I need a vacation, but I just went out of town, and had a lovely time, so what good would going again do?

I'm also taking suggestions as to a possible career change to a rural environment. Anyone?

Super Recap.

Because I've been so damn busy at work and because I'm sick to death of computers by the time I get home, I owe y'all some serious catch-up blogging. I'll attempt to deliver.

Let's see:

As I've mentioned before, two of my favorite days in Chicago are the practice days before the Air and Water Show. This is the first year I've worked downtown for it, and I must say that it's a bit more tense- you really don't want to hear jets buzzing buildings when you're in the building. Once you get past that, however, it's all good.

Friday night I went to Zanie's to see Todd Glass, and had a wonderful time- all three comedians were quite funny, and made the night worth every minute of sleep I didn't get. Unfortunately, I didn't get to meet Todd, but that's my only regret. Afterwards, we wandered up to Corcoran's for a couple pints and then headed back up to my neck of the woods to the Globe for night caps which I hadn't planned on having at 1am. So, there was a distinct lack of sleep.

Saturday, I woke up bright and early to use my connections at Tower to try to get my friend N some tickets to see her favorite artist. I then headed out on the dusty road with my friend A to Milledgeville, the ancestral home, to surprise my grandmother for her 75th birthday. We had a great time, even got to head to the bar(note: not the North bar) where I bought a round of drinks including a beer for myself and my grandfather, and then a rum and coke for friend A, for the whopping total of $6.25. You gotta love it. Afterwards(the band we were told we had to see didn't show), we went to my aunt and uncle's for a bonfire and more drinks, stargazing and telling stories.

Yesterday, after breakfast with my mom's parents and lunch with my dad's, we headed back to Chicago. I went to pub quiz, had a great time, and won second place. It was a nice night, overall.

So, after a fun, relaxing weekend in the country, I'm back at my desk on the 12th floor, frustrated at idiocy.

Saturday, August 21, 2004

Nothing of substance...

Pat aka Henry the Left-Handed Plebe has a plethora of fun little quizzes today. I can't help but follow suit. I'm lazy and up to early, considering that I was out so late. Anyways:

You Are Crybaby From "Crybaby."

You are the definition of cool. You may be tough, but deep down you're very emotional and not afraid to show it, even if it means crying. Most people don't know that you have a hidden talent for singing. But come on - that tear tattoo was a pretty stupid idea.
Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!

I'm so like Homer!

I'm Homer, who are you? by Lexi

Fight Club!

What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Take the quiz: "Which American City Are You?"

You are blue collar and Rock n Roll. You Work hard and party harder.

You're Minnesota!

You love hanging out around lakes, even if they're frozen solid. Given
your probable Scandanavian heritage, it all just demonstrates that you're pining for the
fjords. Your obsession with wrestling got a little carried away for a while there, and
this should prompt some serious reflection about the separation of mind and body. It may
be time to celebrate, even throw your hat up in the air. You're going to make it after

Take the State Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

One of these days, I'll actually get back to writing about my life, the whole purpose of this blog in the first place. For now, know that I am on my way to my grandparent's, where I'll be surprising my grandmother for her birthday this weekend. It's the fair play my father is dishing out for surprising him for his birthday. Fortunately for me, I don't have a major birthday for another 4 years- so hopefully no surprises for me.

Friday, August 20, 2004

Good morning, good morning, good

Yes. It's already 2 1/2 hours into my workday on a Friday before what should be a very enjoyable weekend. The best part, is that we've been getting constantly called since 7:30- because not only did our server go down, but we lost our connection to some of our streaming data, which everyone loves, so it's been constant.

But here I am. Soon, it'll be 3:30, and I'm free for another weekend.

This rocks.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

It's just been that kind of week(or month).

I apologize for the rather infrequent and disjointed entries that I've been making lately. We're doing alot of work around the office, converting a bunch of clients and brokers from one trading platform to another, and it's causing a major influx of calls and e-mails to our operation. It's also creating quite a headache for those of us working here.

Not to mention that I've been crazy busy at home, getting the pub quiz thing going, and well, going out too much.

Things will settle down soon, I hope.

Pub Quiz 2

I held my second pub quiz last night, and raised close to $200 for my MS Ride. This was pretty good, considering that a communication SNAFU between myself and the management at the bar meant that there was no buffet, as I promised, available to people. So I cut the admission fee in half, and still managed to raise some decent money. Of course, I'm nowhere near my goal of $5000, but I'm feeling pretty good about my first adventure in fundraising.

We'll have to see what next year holds.

Thanks again, too all my contributors.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

The verdict is in.

I am home from meeting with my surgeon. The verdict is surgery.

This is not a surprise. It was coming. Fortunately for me, it will be arthroscopic and outpatient. This settles the nerves that I had and the bad dreams I bore about them saying the two most dreaded words in my world: knee replacement.

So, I've got some living to do between now and September 9th, which, oddly enough, coincides with the NFL's opening game. There's nothing like football with Vicodin!

You learn something new every day...

During an all-too-brief break today, I cruised through my blogroll. From Walt Mink the Movie, a post with a picture of satan, in Brooklyn(former stomping grounds) to film a commercial. First thing I notice:

Prince of Darkness' Hand
Posted by Hello

Satan's wearing a pinky ring. If I believed in hell or satan, I'd be a whole lot less afraid of such an entity.

Better than a strong cup of coffee.

This week has been one of the most hectic ever since I started working here. It's starting to get old, frankly.

I've had the same guy call 3 times, mostly because he's horribly confused. The last call was because he was getting his password wrong. I told him it ended in ZERO. He was entering 'O'.

I even told him, very specifically, that it was zero.

I love it.

A source of pride... and anger.

Or: It's always Michael, Michael, Michael.

Yesterday saw the first American gold in Fencing in 100 years. I saw it on the news last night, and was happy as all get-out.

This morning, as I search around to find an article to link to and share with my readers, and it takes some investigation.

Well, all's fair in love, war, and the Olympics. Here's the article about the gold.

Today's the day.

It's all getting laid down on the line today. I meet with the surgeon.

I'm nervous. I'm sleepy. I woke up too damn early- and thankfully, I set my cell phone alarm as well, otherwise I would have been really late for work. I forgot to pack a lunch. I was at my desk before sunrise.

I need a nap. Badly.

As a reminder to Chicagoans: I'm holding a pub quiz tonight for my MS Ride at 8pm, Ginger's Ale House, 3801 N Ashland.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004


Let's say that there's a certain broker that works for my company.

Let's say that he has to call my supervisor for help from time to time.

Let's say that he just called:

him: Is [boss' name] back yet?
Me: yeah, let me see if I can get him. Who's calling
him: it's [broker's name]
Me: hang on. [places caller on hold] Do you have time for [broker]?
him: get his logon.
Me: What's your logon?
Him: I don't know.
Me: Well, what do you use to log on to [software]?
Him: I don't know.
Me: So, how do you log on to [software]?
Him: I don't know. Is [boss' name] there?
Me: You know what, hold on.

Mind you, I've dealt with him before, but I've never been this annoyed after doing so. For a minute I thought I was talking to a 8-year-old. Grow up, you prick.

News, news, news.

Saturn has two more known moons.

In continuing the number two theme, did you know there are at least 32 ways to open a beer? Now you do, thanks to Fark.com.

Does anyone else remember that old Twilight Zone episode where a man calls his wife after being dead for years***? This guy called his mother after being dead and buried for(guess how many) two days.

And while they call it a security breach, I'm sure I'd call it performance art.

Something of substance to be posted later.

*** I've been looking for information on this episode for years(from SciFi.com):
Night Call
Writer: Richard Matheson, based on his short story "Long Distance Call"
Director: Jacques Tourneau

A bedridden spinster receives mysterious phone calls from her long-dead fiancé. CAST: Gladys Cooper, Nora Marlowe, Martine Bartlett.

Doing the happy dance.

In a drastic change from yesterday's foul mood, I'm doing the happy dance today- at least, for now I'm doing the happy dance. This can change.

One of the things I did was to change my desktop from a picture of Deep Thought from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy to Time Transfixed by Rene Magritte. This improved my attitude greatly.

Most of it has to do with last night- dinner with friend T and her family and some other friends of hers for her birthday. And some stuff I'm not going to talk about yet.

Sorry for the teaser, but all will be revealed later.

I will tell you all that my birthday party has been tentatively scheduled for Saturday October 2 at 9pm- at the Globe. As of right now it's a $20 all you can drink from 9-12. More details as I come across them.

Monday, August 16, 2004

Strange things are afoot.

As I was walking to the train after work, a Haz Mat vehicle pulled up to the NW corner of Union Station- and they had cleared Jackson Blvd east of Canal- and there was Caution tape all over the Riverside Drive entrance to the station.

Has anyone heard anything? Back 5 years or so ago, I would have thought that there was a fuel leak. Now, not so much. And I'm not even a paranoid person.

All apologies...

...for the lack of anything even remotely funny in the blog today. Hell, there isn't anything in the blog today- that's how lame I am right now.

Let's just say it's not a happy day to be Dave.

And that my head is about to explode.



Craptacular morning.

We're so damn busy right now it's not funny.

Everyone has a question this morning. It doesn't help that we've just converted a bunch of customers from one trading platform to another.

More later, provided I haven't gone insane.

Saturday, August 14, 2004

I'm always taking breaks.

I'm trying to finish my pub quiz stuff today, so I don't have to worry about it this week- and I'm being bad about it. I am half way done with the picture round, so I decided to run my usual lap around my blogroll, and got stuck on Serial Blogonomy, because she's posted a couple tests and I just couldn't leave alone.

You would have been the local fool/drunk.
Village Idiot/ Jester:
You lack ambition. You would have been the local

Who would you be in a Medieval Village?
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Of course, accuracy is never a factor in these things, but they're fun, right?

Back to work!

The bane of the financial tech support worker.

Yesterday, we got our new monitors at work, so I stayed behind and hooked them up for myself, 2 coworkers and my boss. They're beautiful. Absolutely wonderful monitors. Made me wish I had one at home. Oh well.

So, I wasn't nearly the lame-o I predicted yesterday- I had dinner and drinks with my friend T before coming home for that bottle of wine and movie. However, I was lame enough to have fallen asleep before either finished. I should learn to nap, so I could maybe spend my Fridays out on the town instead of in and falling asleep at 11- not that it helped, as I shot awake this morning at 4:45, thinking it was time to get up for work, then realized that it was Saturday and I didn't have to go to work. I fell back asleep, hoping that I could sleep past 7, and again, I failed.

So, my day has begun, much, much earlier than I wanted it to, but I'm here, I'm alive, and I get to play softball one last time today(don't worry- I'm being careful and only playing first base). But that's after I take care of all my chores for the morning- going to the bank, buying another paintbrush, grocery shopping, doing a load of laundry. Not to mention working on my pub quiz this Wednesday.

Friday, August 13, 2004

My life is now complete.

I just had a wonderful conversation with one of our clients. He spelled his name out for me. This was amusing to me. Why? His name is David.

That's a tough one for me to spell. Thanks for clarifying it for me.

Next up- on old favorite childhood band's website. I'm so happy.

Late night + early morning = crabby Dave

So, I was out and about at my friend J's new bar, the Globe Pub last night, and did quite a bit of liver damage... They spent something like $11,000 on this machine to regulate their Guinness pours- and I appreciate every last drop. I must have, because I spent at least $30 on Guinness alone- much more than I had planned on. But I had a good time, and that's the important part, right?

So, I didn't get home until rather late(at least for me, rather late) and I woke up with the most run-down feeling. I'm so glad it's Friday night and I can feel like a complete lame-o and sit at home with a bottle of wine and a movie. Maybe two, if I'm feeling saucy.

Let's just say I miss the Friday Five.

So, here's some quizzes from Henry aka Pat.

Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You?

You are LUcy! money isn't everything. Maybe you
should try to be a little nicer to people.

what peanuts character are you?
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So not only am I a geek, but I'm a junior psychiatrist and madly in love with a piano player. Great. This is exactly how I wanted to start my weekend.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

With all due apologies...

to any and all readers with connections to Florida, but would it not be much better to have named the hurricanes currently assaulting that state Bonnie and Clyde?

I know. It's a desperately inappropriate thing to say/think/type, but I've turned off my self-censure device today.

The Republic of Schlitzistan

Henry sent me the Nation States thing a while back, and I got all gung-ho about it and created my very own country, the Republic of Schlitzistan. We're a proud little country. I got a little confused today about it, though, because one of the issues I had to address was about military spending, and one of the positions was whether or not there was enough money going into recruiting. Serving in the military is required- not something I could actually go through myself, but something I thought might be helpful. So far, it has, if you look at the summary in the link above.

It's fun. I highly recommend checking it out.

News you can use. Or ignore.

Sorry to do the blog equilvalent of a reality show here, but I'm just too lazy to be really deep or whatever it is I do on a regular basis around here.

I will say that I was obviously not consulted on this survey. And I completely disagree with the results.

I am, however, intrigued that Houston, of all the places in the world, is embracing the idea of kilts.

Hopefully something important later.

The amazing race.

This morning, I managed to sleep in, all the way to 5:45- so I was up and running like a madman to get here on time, which, somehow, I managed to do.

Perhaps I should oversleep more often.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Losing my professionalism.

I'm not sure what it is about today, if it's something in the air, water, or land, but people have maintained their idiocy today, some more flabbergastingly stupid exchanges:

Customer: Well, how do I access the charts?
Me: Click on the big button at the top that says 'charts.'

Customer: I can't get the program to work
Me: How do you mean?
Customer: Well, I click on the [program name]installer.exe file and it just reinstalls the program again.

That's just the tip of the iceberg. I need a vacation and a very, very stiff drink.

It's funny how things happen, even in cyberspace.

Last night I got an e-mail from someone who googled one of my favorite bands, Walt Mink, and came across my profile on Blogger.com, and let me know that they're planning a movie about the band, and hopefully a bit about the professor.

I've added it to my blogroll for those of you who are also Walt Mink fans(or those who would like to be). For the first time ever, I can honestly say I'm looking forward to the Sundance Film Festival.

Just what I needed.

Some thanks from someone out there to balance out this rather craptacular morning. Specifically thanks from Erin-Go-Blog for the CD I made for her birthday. I had actually just thought to myself 'wow, I haven't heard from her yet- either she hasn't received it, or she really, really, really hated it.'

Fortunately, she likes it. So, a very heartfelt you're welcome to her.

Hamster Wheel Day

Apparently overnight, the composite IQ of our customers has dropped significantly lower than my average daily readership(hi-ho!).

So far today, I had a guy who didn't understand the concept of drag and drop, a guy who wasn't sure how to access the tools menu in Internet Explorer, and another guy who just wants to ask about storms, not about anything involving my actual job. The guy I'm on the phone with right now(on his second call to me) is really pissing me off.

If I had any hair to pull out, I would.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

It figures.

Lots of people have put this quiz up in the last couple weeks, so forgive me, one and all for not giving credit where credit is due, but here's my results:

You're the Pink Panther!
You're the Pink Panther. Suave and sophisticated,
you enjoy your superiority and your natural
grace. Though to some, this attitude makes you
appear arrogant, most people are attracted by
it rather than turned off. You especially enjoy
being in the social spotlight. It just doesn't
get any better than this.

Which famous feline are you?
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He's always one step ahead of me.

Joey is not only is a dazzlingly fun guy, but he also has the wonderful talent of finding great things on the internet and sharing them with his readers, a service that I wholeheartedly appreciate. He's got a new link from today for the Tombstone Generator, which is akin to the Church Sign Generator. I've been playing with these for the last 15 minutes, laughing myself to tears, which is how I like to laugh. I'll try to save the more tame and postable ones.

Birthday wish list.

The birthday, not he big one we were talking about last year, is coming up quicker than I want to admit. Folks are going to start asking me what I want soon. Well, just about anything from this will do. Hope you've been saving.

The continuing story of me

Yesterday, I left work early for my follow-up appointment with my sports medicine doctor, who is wonderful, and got scheduled with the surgeon. I'll see him next week- Wednesday to be precise. I also got a prescription for a painkiller that's supposed to be better for my stomach. So far, no complaints. Yet.

So, because there was an accident involving the Brown Line, I had to take 2 trains and a cab to get to my appointment, and then a bus and a train to get home afterwards. Then, I realized that my friend's new bar was open, and I gave her a call, and stopped in. Little did I know that an old crony from the contractor Dave days was there, too. So, stopping in for a drink and a quick tour turned very quickly into several beers and talking for a couple hours. I got to have some good food and see some folks I haven't seen in quite a while, too.

So, Jen(nifer) is up to finding quizzes that are fun again. Check out my results for the "What kind of thinker are you?" test here.There's another one about blogging, but this one is better. Besides, I'm only 52% blogaholic.

So, I should have, but didn't mention a couple of family things: Sunday was my mother's birthday- number hmmhmhmhmhmh, and yesterday was my dad and step-mom's anniversary, number 7!

Oh, and here's an update on the flying sewage situation.

Monday, August 09, 2004

My kind of town, Chicago is...

It's making its way around the internet right now, and yes, it's gross as all get-out, but here's a not-cool thing that happened this weekend in my neck of the woods. And if that wasn't enough, my co-worker's girlfriend used to work with these people, and there's a much more personal recanting of the story here.

Don't get the wrong idea about Chicago. We don't usually bombard our siteseeing boats with sewage.

Oh so sleepy.

Yesterday was a fun, productive day.

After having brunch with friend M from high school, we went to pick up her perscription and to pick up the printer I picked out during Saturday's trip to Micro Center. Actually, that's not accurate. Surprisingly, I hadn't noticed that the slightly better printer right next to the one I had picked out had a $50 mail-in rebate, drastically reducing the cost of the printer. I checked out the prices on the cartridges, and all is well. I am finally the owner of a new color printer. So, apologies right away go to Erin, because I sent off her birthday CD the day before. The cover art looks much better when it's in color. Maybe I'll send that to you this week.

I finally got around to finishing sanding my new bookshelves, and then went to the hardware store to get paint and brushes to do it all up right- J helped out, and we got the first coat on there. Tonight, provided I'm still in a good mood after my doctor's appointment this afternoon, I'll do the second coat, and finally get my books into a halfway decent order.

Last night, the Von Schtup Family won pub quiz for the second week in a row, and I got approval to do another pub quiz for my MS Ride on the 18th. So, if you're going to be here, or are here, please, please, please, come to Ginger's on the 18th, we're starting at 8pm sharp. It will be fun, so be there if you can!

So, back to the title of this entry, I was rudely stirred from my slumber by the most amazing heartburn I've ever had- it was horrible! I actually slept on three pillows and downed three shots of pepto just to make it through the night. This isn't a good sign, either, as I had stopped taking my pain killers precisely because they were starting to hurt my stomach. No rest for the wicked, no?

Sunday, August 08, 2004

1000th Post!!!!!!!!!

Huzzah! It's the 1000th post! Yay! Fireworks! Explosions! Maybe a car chase scene! Whooooooooo!

Ok, that was more than enough merriment over the 1000th post.

So, I'm hopefully having brunch today with friend L and M from high school, as well as L's husband, but haven't heard the "I need directions to your house" call come through. They'd better call soon, 'cuz I'm a hungry boy right now.

Joey posted a link for the new SAT test's math sampler. Not surprisingly, I got a perfect score, and didn't use a calculator or scratch paper or anything like that. But, really, what would you expect from the son of a math teacher? The worst part of the whole thing was seeing this:
SAT Quiz: Math Sampler
Test yourself even further with a free practice SAT from Kaplan Test Prep & Admissions. You got 8/8 correct.

I'll exclude the link, because I don't want to encourage anyone from linking to soulless company who stole my youth. So I won't.

Anyways, I'm off to do my regular Sunday chores before I hit the shower.

Saturday, August 07, 2004

Time, time, time, see what's become of me.

I had written this post this morning, in a much more hungover state than I presently am, all about what I did last night, how I went from bar to bar to bar(less offensive link here), and how we were bidding farewell to our friend I, who is moving to China, and wishing a happy birthday to my friend B, and how J called me at 8am and woke me up(I went to bed around 3:30 or so) and how I was just so goddamn exhausted and just wanted to curl up and die.

Well, here we are 3 hours later, I downloaded the song that was stuck in my head for the last two days, I've got lunch in the oven, a CD for Erin ready to go, a new game for my computer(because I needed more time-wasting material) and a new PC microphone, because, well, I don't know. I'm sure I'll figure that one out later(whaddya want, it was only $10).

What's next? Well, first the post office(yay!), then cleaning. I feel the need to clean. What I'll probably do is play my new game all afternoon, though.

I would also like to thank All Things Jen(nifer) for starting my cyber day off with a wonderful e-mail. You're the queen!

Friday, August 06, 2004

New high score.

From yesterday's post about the most annoying game I've played online, I've finally, it seems, gotten a reasonable handle on the thing. My highest score thus far is 3775.

Has anyone else given it a shot, and how are you doing?

I almost forgot!

To thank those responsible for the massive 2 am solo drag race in their souped-up whateverfuckingkindofcarthatwas which started at the stop sign below my bedroom window and ended at Irving Park Road, a total of one half of a city block away.

Thanks, man. The scratches my panicked cat left on me will heal, but my anger towards you won't go away easier.

Especially since I heard you pull the same shit not more than 30 minutes later.

I'm writing my alderman today to see if I can get a speed hump put in. We'll see how happy you are doing the same thing when you entire exhaust system is torn off. When you hear uproarious cackling from the corner, yes, in fact, it is me.

The funniest list in the history of lists.

Whenever I head out the ballgame with my cronies, I almost always ask what song they would have played if they were a baseball player when they came out to bat. Of course, the main reason I ask this every time is because by the end of the game, we're usually too drunk to remember our conversations that well.

"Hey, man, you said you'd help me move!"
"I was drunk!"

Anyways, here's a list of the songs played for most MLB players as they head to the plate, or mound in some cases. It's a fun list, and you'll probably think, as I do, that most players have shitty tastes in music. Personally, I think the Phillies have the best taste, and I'm being really generous in saying so.

I know what you're asking yourself right now. What would Dave have played if his unfulfilled dreams of being a star center fielder hadn't been dashed on the rocks? Not surprisingly, there isn't just one:

The Joker, Steve Miller Band(did that for the HS talent show).
Thursday, Morphine(the opening riff is the best part).
Active Programming, Earthlings(dubbed the Dave Theme Song by my friend BT from Tower).
Held, Smog(sexiest percussion of any song, ever).
Imperial March as played by Joey deVilla(he is the king of all things accordion).
Down to This, Soul Coughing(one of my favorites).

I've undoubtedly omitted several other songs I would have played, but this list is already too long... good thing I got the bad knees, no?

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Possibly the most frustrating game online:

It's here. More aggrivating than Pingu. Much more.

I'm going to play one more time before I get too frustrated.


Why I love online communities.

Erin posted a note she got from an online dating service, I am posting a bulletin my cat's profile got on MySpace.com. It's just too funny, and yes, was sent to my cat by a girl:

would you?
(hit reply, then put an x next to what you'd do for me)

( )go out with me?
( )give me your number?
( )have sex with me?
( )give me money?
( )let me kiss you?
( )watch a movie with me?
( )have dinner with me?
( )let me borrow your car?
( )kick my ass?
( )take a shower with me?
( )be my gf/bf?
( )have a fling with me?
( )be there for me?
( )buy me a drink?
( )take me home for the night?
( )give me a good time?

I think it's funny- and one hell of a way to get to know people quickly, because it tests limits. So, I'm going to open it up- post a comment or send an e-mail with your score- there are 16 questions, so your number should be somewhere between 0 and 16. C'mon. It'll be fun!

Wearing yellow.

I've been doing it for a while. The pub quiz I do every Sunday at Ginger's benefits not only the Lance Armstrong Foundation, but the Franciscan Outreach Association. My friend who is the quiz master, is a survivor, and a huge supporter of the LAF. So, I'm proud of him and of everyone for keeping the trend going. I certainly won't be taking off my band anytime soon. It hasn't left my wrist in almost a month, and it's my second bracelet.

I have some more, and have access to more, if anyone wants one. Tell me in comments, or send me an e-mail.

Wednesday, August 04, 2004


Just go read this.

I live for Wednesdays.

Funny thing.

It's dark, cloudy and rainy here in Chicago today, so I keep thinking that it's very early in my shift, then I look at my clock and it's almost 10:30!

That's a good feeling- very good, and it makes me happier.

Excuse me for a moment.

I know that those not in the tech support sphere have been known to give us a bad rap. We deserve it. We have a certain specialized knowledge and we know it, which leads to a certain degree of elitism which varies from worker to worker. We're like that- akin to the discussion in High Fidelity about being snobs, we are. What's worse is I used to be a snobby music and video store worker. Perhaps I am, underneath, a complete snob. I apologize.

However, when I have customers call here and tell me how to fix their computers, I have to wonder what the hell's going on. I mean, if you already think you know what the problem is, why did you bother to call me?

It stems, I think, from people just not listening. I told him what I thought was wrong, and instructed him as to how to fix it, and he didn't listen at all. "I cleared out cookies and files yesterday, so that's not the problem." I didn't say it was, asshat. The solution I gave you was completely different, you just chose to ignore it.

Ok, maybe I'm a little grumpy this morning. Again, I apologize.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Time Transfixed.

Stemming from my previous entry, I looked up the Art Institute's website, and got to wondering- do they actually have a place where you can view the collection? The answer, of course, is a resounding yes.

So, this brings up an old story to some, but one I feel I should tell again. When I moved back to Chicago in February 1997, I was a young up-and-coming employee for soulless company who stole my youth, my dad helped me move all my belongings down here. He drove the truck full of my furniture, I drove my car full of smaller items. I moved in, with some help from friends, and settled into my new job very quickly. About a week later, I got a rather sentimental e-postcard from my father, including a picture of his favorite painting, featured in the title of this entry and below. It really touched me, so I was compelled to visit the Art Institute as well, where the painting is displayed. It has become yet another one of the bonding moments my father and I have had. We both consider this to be our favorite painting, and it makes me happy that he decided to share it with me.

Time Transfixed by Rene Magritte
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Karmic waves.

They're undulating.

Today, as I was leaving work, I dropped my CTA card, bent down, and as I was standing up, felt a bad pop in my knee. This wasn't good, but doesn't feel to bad right now. Bad things 1, good things 0.

When I got outside, there was a man walking down the street with his backpack pocket wide open, and most of the items in there just waiting to fall out. I stopped him, and let him know about it. I got a nice thank you, too. Bad things 1, good things 1.

As I passed the Sears Tower, a lost tourist asked me for directions to the Art Institute. I was more than happy to direct him there, and got another nice thank you. Bad things 1, good things 2.

When I got home, there were three messages on my machine- including two from my PT office- apparently there was a scheduling snafu, and they had me down for an appointment today, I had me down for an appointment tomorrow. Oops. Bad things 2, good things 2.

Isn't it wonderous how karma works?

How many times has this happened at a party you were at?

I used to love drinking Goldschlager. Back in the day, a shot of Goldie made me very happy- and I miss those days.

Alas, I am older, wiser, and much less likely to drink the hard stuff. It happens with age, I guess. However, I do recall several times wanting to perform this very experiment to determine exactly how much gold there was in a bottle.

It's good to know that there are people out there enterprising enough to go forth and do these crazy things that I usually am too lazy to adequately explore.

This is the definition of my life...

Lying in bed in the sunlight.

Sadly, one of my favorite bands, The Beta Band, is breaking up. This is not uncommon with the bands I consider to be my all-time favorites- either they break up, or someone dies.

I for one will miss these guys. Unfortunately, I only got to see them live three times, but it is hard to get out to one of their shows, seeing as they live in Scotland and all.

Thanks, though, go out to Pat, who knows I never shoot the messenger.

Monday, August 02, 2004


When I was a kid, my dad used to let my brother and I stay up past our bedtime and watch Monty Python on PBS. It was one of the more fun ways to spend time together, and it, of course, has scarred me for life. So, when news broke about the stage version of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Spamalot, well, my dad and brother moved quickly, organizing a group of 20 to attend.

I just got off the phone with him, all systems are go. Not all the tickets are claimed yet, but I'm only in charge of 5 of them, which have been spoken for. I'm very excited, despite my general malaise with live theatre.

In a related note, all this Python research has led me to this:
Running away? You yellow . . .

What Monty Python Character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Now, go away or I shall taunt you a second time!

Getting used to Number 8.

While I was doing laundry and procuring music for Erin's CD, I did something I haven't done in ages- I sat down specifically to watch a baseball game. Of course, it was a rather historic feeling game, what with Greg Maddux going for his 300th win, and the introduction of Nomar Garciaparra. It made me wish the Harry Caray was still alive, so we could have been regailed with his attempts to say Garciaparra backwards- but I had to do with Steve Stone's constant mispronounciation of Garciaparra. Welcome to the midwest, Nomar, you're going to have to get used to our r's and our nasal way of saying your name- no'mawr gar-see-ap-pear-a. My apologies.

Monday Morning Blues

I'm just tired, really. Not bluesy at all. I just couldn't think of a better title.

Yesterday was a busy, busy day. I did laundry all day long- and finished everything. I like having all the laundry done, except now I have to find places for the seeming thousands of t-shirts I own. As it were, I have been to far too many concerts in my lifetime. Time for a new dresser.

I also tackled a task for Erin Go Blog, and made a mix CD containing songs that reminded me of the years 1974-1992. This was a relatively easy mix to make, however, I spent too much time putting 80's songs on there. For the most part, the songs were things that reminded me of specific events- the song the morning announcement guys broke in and played when the final bell rang on our last day, things like that. The danger, of course, with making this kind of CD is that I inevitably go searching for music I don't have, and wind up with a bunch of songs I don't need, or, much, much worse, don't have space to do on a single CD. This was definitely the case yesterday. I probably could have done an entire box-set of songs that reminded me of the years 1974-1992, but sadly, I didn't have the time.

As always, I will be sending the CD off with a sheet explaining each and every song- something I've tried to do for a while, and am finally getting consistent in doing. My friend A, for instance, requested that I make her CD's to expand her listening base, so I included information about each band.

It was a little weird to make a CD for someone I've never met- at least, not in person, but I think(hope) I did a good job. I tried to put deeper tracks on there than she might be aware of, but, as I don't know her tastes that well. We'll see what the verdict is in a couple days.

Last night's pub quiz was fun, mostly because I introduced a new team name for Schlitzkrieg, the Von Schtup Family. Those who got it, had fun with the idea. We won, too, which always makes for a good night. This next Friday is one of our team's birthday, so we'll be celebrating with free dinner, thanks to Ginger's. Our quiz master asked if I wanted to do another pub quiz for my MS Ride, but I declined. We're already doing 5 on Sundays, plus two on Wednesdays, one for one of the workers there who is dieing from cancer, another for a couple who are running(I believe, but could have the wrong marathon) the Honolulu Marathon for AIDS. I am still planning on doing another pub quiz for my MS Ride, but probably at the new bar my friend J is opening. We'll see.

Sunday, August 01, 2004

UPDATED- Baby your red corvette....

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Thanks to Jen(nifer) for the link.

Sadly, the picture of my red Corvette was too big for my borders, so I took it out. For a picture of a red corvette, click here.

Why I'm tired of women(this is important):

I have a crush on someone who told a mutual friend of ours that she had the hots for me.

There is no problem with that. I am receptive, if anything.

HOWEVER things didn't quite work out right away, and she called in an apparent ringer- someone much taller than me, much more attractive(by some standards) than me. I also saw another girl that I am enamored with. All at a friend's going away party, plus a trip to see the Polkaholics.

Me, I'm tired of women, and I'm going to bed.