Category: daily tedium

I’m going to Glory Days for lunch and you’re not. Oh, if you are, you can meet me there in 27 minutes. I’ll be the fat guy with his family eating a Beef on Weck. Really, I will. Oh, and I’ll probably be laughing.

Just my luck, GW is going to start a war on my birthday. It’s bad enough he’s spoiling St Patrick’s Day, the last holiday we have that means absolutely nothing. He’s going to go turn my birthday into a date that’s going to show up in trivia questions for the rest of eternity.

Worse than it being my birthday, if GW decides that March 20th is the day we go to war, he’ll be spoiling Mr. Rogers birthday as well, which really should be a national holiday, if you ask me. You can see who else’s birthday a March 20th war would mar, including Spike Lee, Holly Hunter, Bobby Orr, Hal Linden, Carl Reiner, Ozzie Nelson, Big Bird and Henrik Ibsen. Come on, President Bush, wait at least until the 21st, then you’re only ruining Bach, Mathew Broderick and Howard Cosell’s birthdays.

They don’t kid around. Not only do Dawson and Annie both have blogs, but now step-daughter/daughter Laura has one too. What next guys, the cat?

Pretty soon, they’ll be blogrolling, sitemeterin’, RSS Feedin’ pros. I feel partly responsible for inflicting the addiction on them. Really, I do. This all started with a simple “Hey, how do I get a blog for my wife?” and it’s ballooned into a family obsession (yes, I’m probably hyperbolizing here, but play along). You know this is all my vain attempt to get them traffic, right? It’s like trying to start a fire with a piece of string and a thimble (because how much traffic do I get? Not a whole lot).

Where is this going? I have no idea… all this posting today is my way of avoiding work and staying awake until I can go home (well, go to Safeway and get Max’s medicine and THEN go home).

So my pal Dawson started a blog. I told you that already. But, go back. Where there was once nothing, there is now content. Check out his Tips for Husbands. Words to live by, jackholes, words to live by.

Daws’ Movable Type installation is now un-messed up and you should see some more neat-o stuff from him shortly (like an XML feed so you can try to keep up with him).

In completely unrelated news, I’m down to 285. You may say to yourself, “Wasn’t he at 289 like two weeks ago? What took him so long? I can lose four pounds by taking a trip to the can!” Well, I was sick. I was at home. I lost my rhythm. I ate things I’m not supposed to. I was naughty. Since Monday, I’ve lost three pounds, so I’m back on track. In fact, I’m wearing my new smaller belt because I was down to the last hole on the “Middle” belt. I’ll see you at 250, suckers!

My pal Dawson and his wife, Annie have joined the blogging ranks! Dawson worked the tech support lines at AOL with me for a while and wrote one of the best tech support knowledge-base tools I’ve ever seen. I don’t even remember what it was called, but I used it to store modem strings for at least a year after he left the company, preciously guarding my archived copy in case something happened to my network drive. He’s a funny guy, and if his wife’s current post is any indication, she’s just as funny.

And the AntiBloggies are back! I sponsored the worst hair category last year. This year, I’m sponsoring the Best Amazon Wishlist category. Why? Because I’d like to see some good ones. Mostly, it looks like people post wishlist links on their blogs as a form of donation. I’ve been tempted to post mine so my family can see it when they’re birthday shopping. But, I usually just e-mail it to them (ok, if you want to see it, it’s here). What’s the prize for winning this category? Duh, it’s something off the winning wishlist (under \$25 – I am not a rich man).

There is nothing on TV from 4 – 6am. Also, staying up all night when you’re not doing anything staying up for is a really bad idea. My throat kept me up all night. Robitussin gave me no comfort. Tylenol – nothing. Motrin – squat. I give up. I’m calling the doctor in two hours and demanding drugs of some kind. Big horse pills with horrible aftertastes that kill micro-beasties and will give me my life back. I’m too old for this crap. Thankfully, Max’s fever broke yesterday and he slept through the night. At least only 33% of my family is sick, down 333% from yesterday. That’s progress, baby.

Ok, this is pretty much it. There are still some unpleasant chores to do, but pretty much everything’s done. I’ve checked it in Mozilla, Safari and IE for OS X, and as soon as I get back to the office, I’ll check it in IE for Windows. If you notice anything crazy, please post a comment. What do you think?

I really don’t want to drive home tonight. The driving morons will be out driving like the roads a normal. They’ll honk their horns as a mating call to the other jackasses on the road and only serve to raise my already too high blood pressure. This would have been the perfect week to take a vacation to a small island in the Caribbean where they provide you with hammocks, fruity drinks with little umbrellas and complimentary flip flops. Alas, I’m here, in the snow, dreading the thought of packing up and getting in my car.

And how was your day?

I’m a ball of pain today. My left shoulder and lower back are screaming at me above the soothing tones of Ibuprofen. Stupid snow. Our street hasn’t been plowed since Sunday afternoon. This morning, it was an ice-covered deathtrap riddled with five-foot tall mounds of snow and cars parked in the middle of the street, blocking all traffic in both directions, causing backing up into empty spots, spinning tires and much sailor-swearing. I made it into work, but the main roads aren’t much better. While the road surface is clear, VDOT decided to plow only 1.5 lanes instead of both. The road randomly narrows to one lane. Turn lanes are dimples. Combine the two, and you have a thirty minute sit-n-spin to go a mile and a half. I understand clearing snow is a pain, but come on!! VDOT’s turned the roads in the area into a rollerball arena.

In other news, I couldn’t get to sleep last night, so I watched this documentary I TiVo’ed called The Truth About Gay Animals. I can’t find it on Trio’s schedule, so you may be out of luck if you want to see it. It was an interesting and funny search by comedian Scott Capurro for naturally occuring homosexuality in the animal kingdom. Now, it wasn’t exhaustive, but he did talk to a scientist doing a study on sheep that was compelling. If you have the chance to catch it, check it out. It’s entertaining even if it’s not totally enlightening.

I’m trying to get back into the swing of working at work. There’s no TV to distract and entertain me (did you know Sci-Fi’s playing Battlestar Gallactica from 11am-4pm every weekday?!), just work. I’ve already done a bunch, but can feel myself running out of steam… just like this post.

Thanks to the UPS guy who couldn’t get around me and my burly next door neighbor, my truck is back in its spot. Ahead of me is a bunch of shovelling, back pain and swearing. I mean lots and lots of swearing. Sailor-scale swearing. Stubbed your little toe on the dresser swearing. Yeah, that much. I mean, I’m from Tucson, Arizona. We don’t get two feet of snow. Stupid snow.