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I keep knocking the phone plug out of the fricking modem card today. I hate this fricking laptop sometimes. But it's a free computer (it's my company's) for me to internet with.
I hate Nascar driver Jeff Gordon. He's having another good race and I just want him to slice a tire and slide into the wall. Again, I don't want him to be injured, but I want him to be out of the race. He just pisses me off.
I want to have that Madame Cleo chick from those silly commercials do a psychic reading for me.
I'm thinking about calling my girlfriend. I think it's been two weeks since I have talked to her. The longer we go, the worse I get. I feel guilty, but she ain't exactly picking up the phone to call me, is she? I imagine that she feels the same way that I do... Here's the back-story for those who aren't in the know: I live in IL, she lives in WY. We dated for about 2.5 years, then broke up for 3, and then got back together over Xmas 2000. The reason we originally broke up was due to the fact that neither of us wanted to move, and I agreed to get back together with the understanding that she would move here. I think she's having second thoughts about moving. She won't tell me because she doesn't want to hurt me, but I don't think I'd be all that hurt. I love her, at least I think I do, but I'm sick of thinking about it. I just want a GO or NO-GO and let's move on. She also wants me to buy her a ring, something I don't really want to do anyway, and I sure as hell ain't going to do it until she moves here. The decision to move has to be HER decision. If I give her a ring before she gets here, I am forcing her hand. Anyway, like I said, there's a part of me who just wants to end it now and move on. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and one of them has to be desperate enough to go for my bait.
I need to start reading again. I'm in the middle of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. It's a great book, funny and sad and different, but it's so hart to read. The author just rambles and rambles and that's part of what makes it so good, but it just takes forever to read. I'm a slow reader to begin with, so that doesn't help, and neither does my short attention span. A better book for the short attention span is Naked by David Sedaris. If you're looking for a good read that makes you laugh, you won't do much better than Davis Sedaris. He does segments on various NPR shows and they're all deliciously wicked. Best of all, the stories are relatively short (about 15-30 pages) and they for the most part are independent stories, so if you don't read it for a while you can pick it up and not worry about forgetting what you've already read. I have bought Barrel Fever and will soon buy Me Talk Pretty One Day to further my David Sedaris reading enjoyment. David Sedaris, incidentally, is the brother of Amy Sedaris who played Candy in Strangers with Candy on Comedy Central.
Maybe I'll go see a couple of movies tonight. Evolution can't be as bad as Swordfish, and there's got to be something else there that I want to see. I don't see many movies one-at-a-time anymore, usually it's two or more in a night. And usually I only pay for one and see two. I suck that way. Usually I pay for the one I want to see and sneak into something that I think will be less-than-stellar. I just looked, and of the 14 movies being shown at my local theater, I have seen all but three. I'm going to see two more tonight, probably Evolution and The Animal, so that will leave What's the Worst That Can Happen? as the sole movie there that I haven't seen. Normally I would link those films to their IMDB entries, but none of them excite me enough to link.
Tomb Raider opens next week. It'll probably suck. I think Hollywood has lost all sense of creativity. Every other movie seems to be a sequel of a movie that wasn't that good in the first place, or a movie based on a TV show or video game. I wonder when "Conker's Bad Fur Day: The Movie" is going to come out?
I MOTHER-FUCKING HATE JEFF GORDON! It looks like he's going to win. We can only hope that he hits a deer. Oh, and why do people like KISS? They're a crappy crappy band and I am sorry that more people don't realize that. Ooops, Gordon just had a little problem when one of his crewmen forgot to get a lug nut on all the way, so he lost a lot of ground. I hope it's enough.
I charcoal-grilled some salmon today. It was a little undercooked, but it was pretty damned good. I also have a nice think strip steak in my refrigerator and some nice portabella mushrooms. I'll have those for dinner tomorrow. The steak is literally two inches thick. I loves me some rare steak.
There's a chance that I am going to need to fly to Dallas on Tuesday to visit a customer, but I am hoping that it will not be necessary.
Jeff Gordon won. Ricky Rudd put up a big fight at the end, but Gordon held him off. I hate that fucker.
I hate Nascar driver Jeff Gordon. He's having another good race and I just want him to slice a tire and slide into the wall. Again, I don't want him to be injured, but I want him to be out of the race. He just pisses me off.
I want to have that Madame Cleo chick from those silly commercials do a psychic reading for me.
I'm thinking about calling my girlfriend. I think it's been two weeks since I have talked to her. The longer we go, the worse I get. I feel guilty, but she ain't exactly picking up the phone to call me, is she? I imagine that she feels the same way that I do... Here's the back-story for those who aren't in the know: I live in IL, she lives in WY. We dated for about 2.5 years, then broke up for 3, and then got back together over Xmas 2000. The reason we originally broke up was due to the fact that neither of us wanted to move, and I agreed to get back together with the understanding that she would move here. I think she's having second thoughts about moving. She won't tell me because she doesn't want to hurt me, but I don't think I'd be all that hurt. I love her, at least I think I do, but I'm sick of thinking about it. I just want a GO or NO-GO and let's move on. She also wants me to buy her a ring, something I don't really want to do anyway, and I sure as hell ain't going to do it until she moves here. The decision to move has to be HER decision. If I give her a ring before she gets here, I am forcing her hand. Anyway, like I said, there's a part of me who just wants to end it now and move on. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and one of them has to be desperate enough to go for my bait.
I need to start reading again. I'm in the middle of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. It's a great book, funny and sad and different, but it's so hart to read. The author just rambles and rambles and that's part of what makes it so good, but it just takes forever to read. I'm a slow reader to begin with, so that doesn't help, and neither does my short attention span. A better book for the short attention span is Naked by David Sedaris. If you're looking for a good read that makes you laugh, you won't do much better than Davis Sedaris. He does segments on various NPR shows and they're all deliciously wicked. Best of all, the stories are relatively short (about 15-30 pages) and they for the most part are independent stories, so if you don't read it for a while you can pick it up and not worry about forgetting what you've already read. I have bought Barrel Fever and will soon buy Me Talk Pretty One Day to further my David Sedaris reading enjoyment. David Sedaris, incidentally, is the brother of Amy Sedaris who played Candy in Strangers with Candy on Comedy Central.
Maybe I'll go see a couple of movies tonight. Evolution can't be as bad as Swordfish, and there's got to be something else there that I want to see. I don't see many movies one-at-a-time anymore, usually it's two or more in a night. And usually I only pay for one and see two. I suck that way. Usually I pay for the one I want to see and sneak into something that I think will be less-than-stellar. I just looked, and of the 14 movies being shown at my local theater, I have seen all but three. I'm going to see two more tonight, probably Evolution and The Animal, so that will leave What's the Worst That Can Happen? as the sole movie there that I haven't seen. Normally I would link those films to their IMDB entries, but none of them excite me enough to link.
Tomb Raider opens next week. It'll probably suck. I think Hollywood has lost all sense of creativity. Every other movie seems to be a sequel of a movie that wasn't that good in the first place, or a movie based on a TV show or video game. I wonder when "Conker's Bad Fur Day: The Movie" is going to come out?
I MOTHER-FUCKING HATE JEFF GORDON! It looks like he's going to win. We can only hope that he hits a deer. Oh, and why do people like KISS? They're a crappy crappy band and I am sorry that more people don't realize that. Ooops, Gordon just had a little problem when one of his crewmen forgot to get a lug nut on all the way, so he lost a lot of ground. I hope it's enough.
I charcoal-grilled some salmon today. It was a little undercooked, but it was pretty damned good. I also have a nice think strip steak in my refrigerator and some nice portabella mushrooms. I'll have those for dinner tomorrow. The steak is literally two inches thick. I loves me some rare steak.
There's a chance that I am going to need to fly to Dallas on Tuesday to visit a customer, but I am hoping that it will not be necessary.
Jeff Gordon won. Ricky Rudd put up a big fight at the end, but Gordon held him off. I hate that fucker.
