Monday, April 08, 2013
It's not so much that I can't iron things. It's just that I lack the magic touch to make them remained ironic the next morning. Or to keep them from looking like they've been run over by a thresher by the middle of the afternoon. Right now, that shirt is pristine, the darn thing probably looks better than it did when I (or someone else, as I really can't recall when I might have obtained it) pulled it off the rack in the store. Even the creases, you know, the places where things are supposed to be creased? No way. They're as flat as Nebraska at the moment. Sadly, those last three words are the operative phrase, as by the time I wake up in 5 hours, Nebraska will have become Wisconsin, with sections that escaped the glaciers' kiss. and turned into roiling mass of wrinkles. By Noon, it's Colorado, with about 40 percent of the area retaining some semblance of pristinity and flatness. And by the end of the day, you'd be hard pressed to prove it felt felt the hot breath of the flatmaking thingamabobber.
and now my eyes are glazing so I'll attempt sleep. Over the 6 day stretch since i last blogged, there were a number of attempts to scribble something out, defeated either by sleep incoming, or indifference. And least this stuff snuck out of my finger before the brain overruled it.
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Game of thrones in spanish is kinda weird. Probably because I've never seen an episode of the show before. Or perhaps it's because I don't know any Spanish.
Great extended weekend with 'extended family', aka brother's in-laws. Between my near two year old nephew, and his 9 month old cousin, plenty of cuteness to be had. And Michigan basketball made it to the Final Four, too. I enjoyed the weekend quite a bit, I must say.
Can't sleep. I have 45 minutes to get there, so as to get 6 hours prior to work tomorrow, where I really really hope to be able to actually do work. Of course, my supervisor person is off on vacation. I'll be leaning on my teammates this week, for sure.
Not really much to say. Meant to do some exercise, but ended up chilling instead. Between opening day, and a Red Wings game later, there was plenty to laze out to. Will be attempting to consciously do more of an exercisey nature this week, at least as compared to what I've accomplished the last few weeks. Went ahead and took possession of the twitchy scale right away on checking in. Maybe that'll keep me more honest?
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Iíve mentioned before the 4 flights of steps I climb to my 5th floor destination each work morning. 19 steps per floor, 76 steps up. Turns out I can get up to the 4th floor without breathing any heavier, but the 5th floor takes a couple of huffs and puffs to accomplish. Went down to the snacketarium for caffeine, adding 20 more steps to the basement, and it seems like I can do about 3.5 flights before needing to catch my breath. Then again, Iíve been yawning this morning (hence the caffeine run), so that might be skewing the results. In any case, the unplanned trek down the stairs, and the attendant return climb made up for the elevator trip Tuesday.
I ended up doing a brief spell on the elliptical Tuesday. I would have done more than the 20 minutes I did do, but for some reason, the televisions down in the fitness room canít access ESPN, and as such, I couldnít watch the USA-Mexico match down there. So exercise was cut short. No excuses for why I didnít do any sort of anything after I went back to my room. I suppose I canít really take credit for just staying up there, rather than trekking over to the Buffalo Wild Wings at the edge of the mall. Iím under the impression Iíll end up there for the NCAA championship game. Unless, of course, Michigan makes it, in which case Iíll scope out the Michigan alum bar in Chicago. Hey, a guy can dream, canít he? Letís see if that dream survives past Friday night, when my Wolverines face off against big bad Kansas.
Exercise was non-existent on Wednesday. Left the workplace at 6:45, straight to the bar for trivia, where we won in surprise, come from behind fashion, outguessing the second place team in the final round. No huge cardboard check, just 20 bucks off our (3 man teamís) bar tab, which another guy covered, leaving my share of dinner and drinks and tips all of two bucks. This, on a day when I ate the free breakfast provided at the hotel, and pizza was provided for a team lunch/celebration of impending baby arrivals. The miserly portion of my heart rejoiced. The restÖwasnít displeased, either, as I went for the grilled chicken sandwich choice at dinner.
If you ignore the part where I dropped down to 172.6 lbs a month ago, Iíve been in perfect maintenance harmony since I found myself at 180 lbs in the middle of January. Sadly, the yo-yo canít be ignored. Hopefully, this isnít a case where the next flick of the wrist sends the number skyrocketing further before descending. The latest upward swing doesnít feel real, might have a sodium base to it. But itís weird that I felt no skinnier when Iíd dropped to that low point in February, and now feel fat when merely returning to the original baseline. Funny thing, the mind, and its perceptions.
(lest you think I'm goofing at work, this post is another piecemeal, sentence typed here, though added there effort, edited for some semblance of coherence while lunching. Though, I could spend a moment scribbling thought, since access to the main work program is still a dream. On the other hand, someone who can make it happen did get in touch with my supervisor, which is progress! She's promising that I'll get that access on Monday...April 1st. Is this a joke? Stay tuned, I guess!
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
1: Realized that I took the elevator this morning, first time I hadnít climbed the stairs up to the 5th floor. I owe myself 76 steps somewhere.
2: This editionís title refers to the Spockís Beard song of that name, which occurred to me to use due to the fact that Iím taking a first listen to that bandís new album, ďBrief Nocturnes and Dreamless SleepĒ. This is their first album to feature Ted Leonard as frontman, and Jimmy Keegan as an official member of the band on drums. Really liking what I hear!
3: Speaking of exciting new music, the new Queensrˇche song, Redemption, was debuted the other day. Now, when I talk about Queensrˇche, Iím speaking of the Wilton/Rockenfeld/Jackson band fronted by Todd La Tourre, rather than the Geoff Tate and the hired guns version. Pretty much every time Tate opens his mouth, I go further into the other camp.
Although, I thought Iíd revisit the last Queensrˇche album, Dedicated to Chaos, and, uh, itís not as outright horrible as I thought it was a couple of years ago. The new La Tourre fronted song is what I want from Queensrˇche, and Iím absolutely on board with that version keeping the name and continuing the great work that band has done over the first half of its career. ButÖmaybe I will listen to what Tate has to offerÖand that thought is a huge step forward from where I have been over the past 6 months.
4: When did it get to 4 PM, anyway? When I got back from lunch at 12:30ish, I was thinking the afternoon would be interminable. And now its terminus is in sight. Another couple hours of poking around, and back to the hotel where I suspect sleep will be near. Well, near, after the end of the USA-Mexico World Cup qualifier. Letís see if we can get any sort of result in a competitive match at Azteca.
5: Mucking around, scaring up a couple of errors, remembering how to do/find/set a few things in the system. A decent feeling, that.
6: Rounding up from 5:45 PM, if there are no objections? Going to try and make a point of doing some semblance of exercise tonight. Though tiredness may rule the head right now, maybe food will make some difference. Maybe Iíll use the fitness room while the soccer game is on, thereís a thought.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
9: late start today, nasty headache on waking. Not sure why. Thought Iíd sleep another hour, slept right through that second alarm for an extra hour on top. Got to work at 9, rather than the 7 Iíve been doing. Had to park in the other parking lot, the horror!
10: One way to wake up: Chile Limon Dinamita doritosÖspicy! Eating them with chopsticks, since, um, I have a pair available. Makes for a challenge, and also limits how many Iím gonna eat (4), since itís a pain to be able to grab those rolled tortilla chips out of the bag. Last week, I did this with Whoppers. That was fun.
and-more/ if youíre wondering what the heck Iím talking about when I say ďrolled tortilla chipsĒ. The review is pretty negative, but Iím a fan of this item, in controlled doses.
11: On hold with tech support. I think I prefer generic elevator muzak to this relentlessly cheery hype job (advertisement) for the hospital group Iím working for. ďOn holdĒ and ďhappyĒ are mutually exclusive concepts.
12: Need lunch. Oddly feel guilty for stepping out to grab something a mere three hours after arriving. Thinking back to previous employment, where I routinely used to arrive 9ish, and eat at 1130ish. Never felt guilty then. Well, almost never.
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