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"Only two things are infinite--the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." Albert Einstein

"To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public." Theodore Roosevelt

"I'm not as think as you confused I am." Someone, somewhere, at some time

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007
How it goes

Here's a little story that kinda sums up how things go for me much of the time. I have this shirt. Well, actually, I have many shirts. But only one in particular is relevant to this story. It's a dress shirt, whose color I'm not entirely sure how to describe. It's not quite a plumb, not quite a burgundy. Deep wine, maybe? Hopefully, you get the idea. I picked it up a while back while shopping for new shirts for work. While I don't really know what to call the color, I really liked it. Thing is, I don't have any ties that really go well with it. There's one that's passable, but not great. So I've been seeking out a tie for a while.

My trip to Alsace included a plan to bring back a French or German tie as a souvenir (I have ones from Italy and China, so wanted to continue the collection), but I neglected to really think about that until we were at the airport for our return. I found a few ties there that I really liked, including one I thought might go well with the plumb/burgundy/wine shirt. However, I wasn't about to spent no 90 Euro on a tie. Sorry, ain't gonna happen. I don't care what name is attached to the thing, no tie is worth that much to me.

About a month ago, I scoured a local store (sale was going on) and purchased a few new ties. I needed a new blue one anyhow, and found a really nice black & red one that I thought might be acceptable for the target shirt. Um, nope. Doesn't go well at all. And of course, I don't really have any other shirt that goes well with that new tie. Okay, I take that back . . . it obviously goes fine with white, and I have a black one that wears it well (though I can't help but feel it gives me a slightly ominous appearance . . . black shirt, black & red tie).

A local men's clothing store is going out of business. So this past weekend I stopped in with the intent to find a tie for this shirt. That was the plan. One tie. What did I walk out with? Two ties. And a suit. Now, having two ties instead of just one isn't so bad. But a suit? I already have a suit. I've had need of wearing it, on average, about once a year. What the hell do I need another suit for?!?! Granted, I got a great deal. It was, like, 60% off the regular price. So that's good. But it'll probably sit in my closet unworn for the next decade. I'm an idiot at times.

But I actually found not only one, but two ties that went with the plumb/burgundy/wine shirt! I was very happy. When I got home, I held them up to the shirt, just to make absolutely certain (after being somewhat admonished by a salesman for not bringing the shirt in for a proper match), and they go splendidly. So all happy and giddy and excited about being able to wear my plumb/burgundy/wine shirt with a brand new tie on Monday, I make sure to give it a good ironing Sunday evening. And it's stained. I have no idea what happened to it, but it looks like some of the color bled, or something bled onto it in the washer. It's a splotchy, ugly looking yuckiness that's very apparent on both the front and back of the right upper arm. It's annoying as hell.

But hey, it seems like my life is kinda like that a lot lately.

Saturday, July 07, 2007
More than meets the eye

Transformers, the movie, is out now. Thumbs up. Way up. 'Nuff said. Go see it. Heck, if for nothing else than the eye candy. Meaning the special effects. Well, that and the spectacularly gorgeous Megan Fox and Rachael Taylor. But even without them it'd still get a thumbs up.

Sunday, July 01, 2007
Only the important stuff

As you have no doubt noticed, I've been blogging a lot less lately. Part of it is due to time. Or, rather, the lack thereof. Between work and school and trying to have something resembling a life, blogging is low down on the priority scale. As such, I've obviously taken to only blogging about the important stuff. Well, and random snippets of garbage when I get a chance. But today is more about the former.

Today marks two very important anniversaries. First and foremost is that today is my folks' anniversary. As in, their wedding anniversary. Forty years ago today (damn, I hope I got that number right . . . might be 39) Mom & Dad said "I do" to each other. So please welcome me in wishing them the happiest of anniversaries. Oh, and if you have any suggestions on a gift I could get them, lemme know.

Second and almost as foremost is that today marks the 12th anniversary of the most joyous day in doggydome. For today is the Dunc-man's birthday. Hard to believe it's been yet another year. So again, I ask that you join me in well-wishing. And please feel free to send doggie treats, toys or a cheesecake. Duncan would love it.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

The doctor I saw on Wednesday about the problems I've been having is a bit of a moron. Three weeks ago my regular doc referred me to him. After his initial exam, he essentially said "Gee, I dunno what's wrong. Take these meds and see me again in 3 weeks." Wednesday he essentially said "Gee, the meds didn't do anything? I'm stumped. Just take pain meds whenever you need it and maybe it'll fix itself." Yes, I'm searching for another doc.
Wanna know one of the many things I love about my current job? Overtime's not mandatory. If it's available, it's my choice to work it or not, and whether I want extra pay or comp time. Right now, I can decide on a day-by-day basis whether or not I want to work extra. Such a pleasant change from the completely unpaid 20-40 hours of forced overtime I used to put in.
"I came here to chew bubble gum and kick ass. And I'm all out of bubble gum." That's currently stuck in my head. Don't ask why. You don't want to know why. And if you know what that's from, then you'll know why you don't want to know why.
One of the "regular" girls came into the office the other day to drop off some paperwork. Emily was away from her desk, but her radio was playing. While the "regular" was waiting for me to process the paperwork & return her copies, she commented . . . "My God, does Emily really subject you to this garbage?"

"Sometimes," I respond. "It's been on this station all day."

"Well, it could be worse," she says. "She could be playing this." She picks up a Jackyl CD off Emily's desk and holds it up.

"Um, actually, that's mine. Emily said she'd never heard of them."

I think she hurt herself laughing.
I'm currently dog sitting for my folks. Every time I dog sit for them, Sammi (their dog) is guarantee that she'll puke on my carpet at least once.
I think I mentioned that I have a window seat at work. Not much of a view (unless you count the frequent lookers who wander past) but entertaining at times. Most the view is occupied by another building. The building in view is currently under construction, so completely closed off. I can see one of the main doors from my desk. There's red "DANGER" tape all around (though not actually blocking the door, since construction workers periodically use it). There's a GIGANTIC notice on the door stating the building is closed. I can't tell you how many people walk up to the door, stop, stare at the notice for several seconds as if reading it, then try to open the door anyway. When they realize it's locked, they read the notice again. Then try the door again just for good measure.
I caught my neighbor last night throwing bones & leftover bbq over my fence. I've suspected for quite some time that they've been tossing parts of their garbage into my yard, but had no proof. Last night, while going out to check on Sammi (who'd been outside an unusually long time) I saw a hand pop over the fence & heard several small yet hard objects hit the concrete. As soon as I made my presence known, I heard running feet & the slam of a door. Turning on a light, I saw copious amounts of bones & meat under where the hand had been. So, I tossed it back over. I need to find a new place to live. One that doesn't have assholes for neighbors.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Day 6

Our final full day was a in many ways a bust, but in others not bad. Our original plan was to detour far into Germany and visit a particular town (the name of which escapes me currently) in order to see a museum dedicated to Medieval Crime & Punishment before heading up to Frankfurt for the night & catching our flight the next day. Unfortunately, after looking over the map, and judging our progress to the "turn off point", it was decided that the detour would be much too far. So, we headed straight towards Frankfurt.

Schloss Auerbach interiorAlong the way, we saw a few signs for Schloss Aurbach, so opted to check it out while we stopped off for lunch. The Schloss is yet another castle (no, I did not get tired of seeing them) that is fairly well preserved. Not fully restored, nor are tours offered, yet still a robust tourist attraction that can be explored. So, needless to say, we were impressed. And the waitress at the restaurant was rather impressive as well, with very cute, um, assets. Something I happened to notice at that point in the journey is that nose studs seem to be very popular in that region, with around 1 in 4 of the women ages 18-35 sporting one. But I digress.

Upon arrival in (or, rather, outside) Frankfurt, we found the hotel, got settled in, then my brother and I headed off in search of some absinthe. Well, actually, my brother was in search of absinthe . . . I was just the driver. You see, absinthe is apparently not available in the US, and my brother had somewhat promised his girlfriend that he'd bring a bottle back. We found a spirit house in Strassbourg that had some, but my bro insisted that it wasn't good quality stuff. And, of course, we couldn't locate any in the small villages we traveled through on the rest of our journey. So there we were, on a Saturday afternoon, wandering around the outskirts of Frankfurt looking for a spirit house/liquor store. Which, we discovered, don't stay open after 3:00pm on Saturdays. And aren't open at all on Sundays. All I could say was, "HAHA!" As such, my poor bro failed to go home with his desired bottle of absinthe.

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