I had actually become excited at one point in time to participate (and I mean really participate) in this great big interweb communal thingy. Since then I’ve mainly just been prattling on for no good reason and getting into comment wars with my roommate. So now there’s this stupid BlogShares button on the bottom left of this page as I try to force my way into the Online Elitist Club. Most likely I’m slipping in thru the men’s bathroom window. I’m also pretending that pinging Weblogs.Com will make a difference in my readership. As far as I can tell it’s peaked at 4, and I don’t even know if I want it to increase :???:. Let’s see what adventures this will take me on now…
how not to compliment someone
muppet at work: the man has a way woth words :-p
nonVoid: it’s impressive how you misspelled such a simple word while complementing another’s ability to write
nonVoid: or was that wookie speak?
muppet at work: doh
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muppet at work: it’s, um… slurred. yea
muppet at work: i type in slur when I’m tired.
Walking Tour of Hoboken
Just got this link about tomorrow night’s Walking Tour of Hoboken on channel 13. Gotta remind myself to tape that!
kill me… please
Just kidding. I’m actually not in as much pain as I expected to be. I’ve got two Advils sitting on my keyboard occupying the spaces between the various lock LEDs just staring at me in case I need them. What it boils down to is some serious work yesterday in the form of moving Lisa downtown and up a narrow flight of steps. It’s only a few blocks and we did almost everything in just one run with the U-Haul, so I can’t really complain. From the U-Haul center, to her old place, to her new place, and back to the center totaled less than 8 miles. Byron, Chris, and Sebastian all helped at her place. And most of her furniture was fairly easy to move, needing 2 people per piece simply because furniture is long and bulky. Then there was the entertainment center…
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and the week goes on
I can’t believe it’s already Thursday. Almost a whole week has gone by since my last post, and somehow I’m just too busy to do anything. Work isn’t even hard – it’s just trying to co-ordinate lease approvals by Dell with purchase approvals by my boss is driving me crazy. Once this initial order goes in, I swear my life is going to be much better. The challenge for me is spending other people’s money, the actual server config is when I start to have fun.
I got sick of waiting for other upgrades to take place and just grabbed some old crappy Pentium 166 that was behind me and set it up as our new firewall. That shitty Linksys Router will crash no more! The machine is slow, but performs it’s duties admirably. And of course, it’s sitting on my desk with the monitor perched on top of opened tower, and the hard drive balanced precariously on its side next to the machine. It’s intimidating to everybody else who has no clue what I’m doing. I have to say that I’m really enjoying having an open Linux box sitting next to me :smile:. Now if I can just convince them to order my dream administrator monitors I’ll be all set :grin:.
the first domino falls
While most of my friends and I agree on how horribly things in this country are going, we often disagree on where this will all lead and how to best handle it. One major point on which we’ve debated is whether or not Herr Bush II can survive this ordeal. Personally I see his previously teflon-coated armor as not only dented, but basically rusting apart. The primary reasoning for this is that his biggest international supporter and overall pathetic yes-man has far less support in his country. Without Blair, Bush will have trouble garnering even the little amount of support he had for the war in the future. And (as I predicted – oooo, I’m so smart) Blair has come under so much fire that even one of his own party-mates is calling for his resignation based upon the arms inspector suicide scandal. Unlike the whipping boys our media has become (in light of the total lack of evidence to support him, many of the U.S. newspapers still claim that Iraq destroyed the WMDs and refuse to even list the possibility that they were never there), the BBC is outright fighting their government officials.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but the more Bush is discredited the harder it will be for him to accomplish any more of his fascist goals. I truly believe the only chance he has for re-election at this point is the lack of a strong Democratic candidate. The bigger worry is the ongoings of the rest of the GOP as they try to re-write the books to guarantee they get more power. It looks to me like Bush isn’t the one we need to worry about.
local music summary
It’s time for me to catch up with all of the musical happenings this week that I never got around to posting:
Tuesday night was a big night at the Artkore OpenMic because Crewman Number Six introduced their new singer! He’s really not that new, since most of us already know Ross, but it’s really cool to finally hear their songs with lyrics. I love their music – it has some obvious prog metal influences and Mattttt totally rocks it on the gee-tar. I think Ross really adds something to their sound (more than just lyrics) with his sweet and soulful rap-like delivery. He really meshes with CN6’s music in a unique way.
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awww, newborns are soooo cute!
Sandy made a surprise visit at Unigene today after seeing her pediatrician. I was lucky enough to be around (almost took a lunch break) and actually get to see Caitlin. She’s sooooo adorable. I’m serious – and I’m not your typical gush all over every baby I see kinda person. It was really nice seeing them both, but I’m pissed that I took my camera out of my bag this morning!
Anywho, I really need to post more often as I’m going to have to start backtracking to hit Lisa’s gig last night and the debut of Crewman No. 6’s singer on Tuesday… I am way too neglectful of this site.
Margaret is cool
So there’s this older woman at work named Margaret. By older, I mean pure white hair and not really up on the times. She’s a real sweet woman, and takes care of the lab. We started talking this morning over a piece of cake (leftovers from the party yesterday 🙂 ) and she asked me if I knew the names of a lot of rock bands. I confessed that I did, so she told me about how she met this group of musicians at the laundromat and they were going to play in NYC. I figured it was probably a local group, but then she said the name was something like Buckwheat. Turns out it was Buckwheat Zydeco, a really awesome zydeco band (zydeco is a highly energetic form of New Orleans Jazz based on the accordian). It was very cool, because I’m probably the only person in the building she could have said that to and would know who she was talking about. I used to see them every year at the Jambalaya Jam down in Philly. She said they were really nice guys and even helped her out to her car with her laundry!
the bread of our labor
Hoboken has changed drastically in such a short time period. But I must say that it’s a change for the better. This summer will become a dividing point in the history of this little city separating the earlier days (or B.P.) from the latter days (or A.P.). Those abbreviations obviously reference the times Before and After Panera. I had my doubts about this bakery revolutionary. They were taking months to renovate one of the largest storefronts on the main stretch and for what purpose? To proffer bread-based goodies upon the yuppy crowd? Needless to say, they swung wide their doors despite (or quite possibly in spite of) my outcries of over-production for such a simply task. And what can I say – they won me over. The bread is delectable, the sandwiches are works of art, the soups are sophisticated bowls of warmth, and the salads are mixed like none other. Seriously, it’s wonderful.
So todayI decided to try lunch at one of the locations near me (they have a bakery-cafe locator, although Hoboken is not listed yet) in Wayne. While the directions were adequate, the actual sign was not. Alas, after 15 minutes of driving around I spotted the shopping center in which the destination of my epicurean delight was located. Alas, I had just switched into the middle lane due to the painfully slow advancement of the people in the right. And thus, I had a rather mediocre helping of teriyaki chicken at the Willowbrook Mall solidifying my resolve that I will begin to bring lunch on a regular basis. My stomach would thank me more if only I had started a day sooner…