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Sorry, my leet-speek is rusty.

I stayed home today to knock out a paper for the easy class which I’ve avoided working on since the first day of the semester, even though the requirements were provided in the syllabus and it’s due on Sunday (run on sentence much?). So, I work on it, and it’s even easier than I thought it would be, and done after about 4 hours of half-assed work. I am the king of pulling it out of my ass.

Poppy Brite’s age is only a couple years greater than mine. Ten years ago, she was a big star in publishing. Now, she has a new book out and is still a big star in publishing (maybe a slightly smaller one). I, on the other hand, have no degree and a soulsucking job.

*sigh*

Air America Radio – neither fair nor balanced, but a nice counterpoint to Rush and Coulter and Savage…

Girl Banned From Prom For Smoking Away From School

Here’s a girl, 18 years old, who smokes. Now, smoking is stupid but it’s not criminal. She doesn’t smoke at school, she smokes elsewhere. This, however, somehow affects her eligibility for extracurricular activities. Huh?

Proving once again that public schools are counterexamples to the democratic freedoms and principles this country was founded on. Sure, we have to limit some freedoms in schools. We don’t want the kids to yell and scream and shoot firearms while conducting various religious rituals. But, c’mon! How does this girl doing something legal and not immoral while nowhere near school affect her schoolwork in any way? Stupid rules.

The room formerly known as Ugly. Finally got it sanded (with much elbow grease and sander belts), stained and polyurethaned (is that a verb?). Now we’ve got actual floors in every room. That just means we notice the walls need work. *sigh*

Exciting weekend. Much as Mike mentions, weekends seemed so much longer and more important 20 years ago. Then, a weekend may have included any of these things:

* Go to the mall to hang out with friends and drink Orange Julius drinks
* Spend the little money I had on useless things that made me happy
* Ride my bike to Seal Beach with friends, using the absurd paved LA River as a bike path
* Wander the park
* Play a billion computer games

Now, the weekend is a little more proscribed. Here are a few things of interest from this weekend:

* Sand the floor in the ugly room
* Write the required drivel for my humanities class
* Wish there was anyone else in my humanities class who was taking it for literary reasons instead of mystical mumbo-jumbo ones
* Buy a lawn mower
* Mow the back yard
* Do my math homework, wishing all the while it made sense
* Stain the ugly room
* Spend more time than expected at the in-laws
* Polyurethane the ugly room
* Read the last third of a novella from Greg Bear
* Play with Alex
* Watch several movies
* Make DVD copies of several movies

Not a bad assortment of items, but not a one of them involves shamelessly wasting time or money. Sucks to be a grownup sometimes. It’s good.

A month or so ago, I turned in some homework in my Discrete Math class which included the phrase, “here be magick.” I did not comprehend the material, you may have gathered.

Today I turned in another piece of homework containing juicy bits of narrative along the lines of, “and now I’m going to break my monitor.”

Strangely, I’m getting an A in that class so far. Not that I understand the slightest bit of it, but damn can I handle the open-book shiznit. Yo.

I’m frustrated at my coworkers and their near complete inability to feel a sense of urgency about anything they do. We have customers. The customers want us to produce this software. According to the company I work for, the only metric used to measure our usefulness is the quality of each individual piece of software we deliver. I think the customer has two metrics: quality of each piece, and total number of pieces delivered. To pretend that how fast you work is unimportant is disingenuous at best, and delusional at worst. Let me tell a little story…
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People find my site with some odd searches:
pics of knives on stomachs
Star wars Tattoos

Huh? I don’t have any pictures of knives on any stomachs. Why are people looking for some of these things anyway? Odd folks.

# Bake herb-crusted pork roast, covered with cinnamon and cloves and other wonderful spices.
# Fry up some potatoes and onions.
# Steam some broccoli.
# Present this meal to a four-year old boy.
# Watch him put barbecue sauce on the roast and sour cream (!) on the broccoli.
# Be thankful he’s eating.

Boston Brown Bread – love it, hate it, never heard of it? Discuss.

I’ve now got one food product that nobody else in the house will eat. Well, I didn’t ask the cat, but she doesn’t get a vote anyhow.

Anyone have a car to spare?

Any chance someone wants to buy me a new computer? C’mon, it’s still sort of the holidays, right? No? Nobody at all? Sheesh…

Check out the latest photos on my site. Here’s one from my sister-in-law’s parents-in-law’s house.

They like Christmas a lot. Really. A lot.

Day started out well. Alex was impatient, of course, and popped into the den at 7 am to discover how much Santa had added to his stash. His Oma came over to play with him, and all was well. The toilet stopped flushing, and backed up into the tub. Drano and plungers had no effect. Angela got pulled over for speeding (warning thank goodness). Plumber only cost 130 bucks, but says our entire sewer line needs to be replaced some time in the next year, at a cost of 1400 dollars or so. Joy to the world.

Coming up next, dinner with a friend’s family at the house. Let’s hope the plumbing cooperates.

In case you want to know what it looks like when you pull up nasty ass carpet and find hardwood floors that “need a little work,” check out our latest addition to Bunk’s Gallery: Redecorating. Whoo boy. Wish we could have just had elves do that for us…

Three coats of polyurethane later, the floors are as complete as they will get in the near future. Now, to turn the former garage into a decent room, rather than the warehouse-like vault it was last week.

And, two finals down, one to go. Too bad the one remaining is the one that I’m hoping to maybe just pass the damned class…

Not only are there hardwood floors hiding under carpet through 75% of the new house, the hardwood is in decent condition and is absolutely gorgeous. The living room in particular has some fabulous looking wood. Makes me really question the sanity of someone who would cover it up on purpose. Photos soon.

I’m very unaccustomed to being a stereotypical “sit and watch TV while the women work” guy during Thanksgiving. My beautiful bride and her step-sisters-in-law (is that even a relative?) did most of the work today, and a fantastic meal it was. Turkey, ham, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, gravy, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, pumpkin cheesecake, pecan pie, and apple pie. Yes, that many pecan pies.

Mood: sated