July 2005 Archives
Here it is, the middle of the night. I'm still here at work for an undetermined amount of time. Since I started my project this evening I have watched both Episode I and II of Star Wars in anticipation of seeing Episode III tomorrow. Tomorrow is the last day it will be in the theaters, so I figure I better hurry if I want to experience it on the big screen.
Anyway, after working late tonight I get to get up early in the morning tomorrow to take a package to SWA Cargo since the stuff I'm working on must be in California by tomorrow morning. I'm not sure how this is all going to work out, but it will be a huge relief once this whole project starts to wind down. That won't happen until September, though.
I don't really have anything to blog about. I'm just killing time since I am stuck here, unable to proceed until a certain process completes. Bah...
What color do you paint the sun and the wind?
The sun rose and the wind blue.
The hole in my lip grows ever deeper, ever larger, until, like a violent storm, it consumes my mouth, becoming a bloody mass of tissue. Gnashing and thrashing, teeth tear at the flesh until they drip with the warm red liquid that gives them life.
Saturday was truly a day. We started the day by attending Justin Garrick's funeral. There were a lot of people there - about half were teenagers that must have known him from school, etc. It was a good meeting, but very sad. I feel the worst for his little sister. To lose your brother when you're only 11 has to be horrible.
After the funeral Emilie attended a baby shower. After she got home from the baby shower we went to the reception for James and Staci. Our schedules didn't work out to get to go to their actual wedding at Sand Harbor, but the reception was good. It was at the National Automobile Museum and we sat right next to the gold-plated De Lorean.
It was interesting to experience so many aspects of life in one day.
I subconsciously have the irresistable urge to bite holes in my lip. Actually, I think the problem is that my crooked teeth have finally fallen into a perfect formation that allows involuntary lip puncture to occur. I bit my lip once today, twice yesterday (each bite within about 15 minutes of the other) and again on Friday. I'm tired of it!
I finally got caught up on the plethora of podcasts available on Richard's webpage. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to them. It makes me want to make my own podcast, but I know that it would be about as interesting to listen as playing the Sims.
I'm dangerously close to having my cache ready to place. The container is done, the contents are in the container and I have a general area picked out. If all goes well I will place it tomorrow. I even have a new travel bug and a new geocoin in the cache. Keep your fingers crossed that I don't just let it sit on my desk indefinitely.
Tomorrow is casual Friday at work. It's the only day of the week that I can wear jeans. It's almost like having a day off!
We watched some stinky movies recently. The first was What the #$*! Do We Know!?. It went down in history as the second movie I turned off because it was so horrible. It was a bunch of pseudo-scientists sharing their opinion, while failing to use any science whatsoever to back up what they were saying. Additionally, they couldn't say enough bad things about religion. The second stinker was The Pacifier. It was okay. It was...okay.
I'm off to read. I'm terribly close to finishing my book and I want it to be over with...
It was painfully hot at work today. The air-conditioner in our building stopped working on Monday afternoon and they didn't come in to work on it until around 10a this morning (Tuesday). About an hour after it started working it died again, well before it had done much to begin cooling the building. Ultimately, it was as warm - if not warmer - inside our building as it was outside. This made an already annoying work situation just downright pleasant. I know work will get better over the next few months, so I'm toughing it out.
I continue to be impressed with my mp3 player. While it's certainly not perfect, it's definitely years ahead of the iPod. It makes the iPod look like a Fisher Price toy. It boggles my mind that Apple continues to be so successful with such inferior products. Oh, well. I guess that's what they do.
I should go to bed.
It was good to hear that they finally found Justin yesterday. Hearing that they found him made me feel just like I did when I heard about his death the first time, though. I can't even imagine what his family must be experiencing. Justin will be missed by everyone...
What is up with this heat? I don't remember ever having such a long, drawn-out heat wave. But maybe my memory is short.
It's been so long since I've blogged that I don't even know where to begin.
I picked-up a couple of tickets to Jack Johnson. He's going to be at the Reno Hilton next month. Emilie is anti-Jack Johnson, so I'm going to try to find someone to go with who appreciates his music.
I've been carefully developing some phobias. Technically it's just one phobia, I suppose. While in Glendale for work this last week I went in search of the Gamble House Micro cache. The cache is located in a huge garden with lots of plants and trees. I noticed immediately upon entering the vicinty of the cache that there were spiders. Lots of spiders. The longer I looked for the cache the more spiders I noticed. They were in the plants and hanging from the trees.
At first I felt a little creepy, crawly; however, this feeling quickly turned into an all-out shortness-of-breath, sweating and hopping-around-like-a-girl freak-out. I quickly retreated from the area and struggled to regain my manly composure.
Later that evening while in the Hollywood area I stopped to look for The Kool-Aid Fountain cache. It was in a city park and should have been an easy find. Without going into detail I'll just say that the hunt ended with me putting my face into a spider web just inches from a big spider. I yelped like a puppy that just got its tail stepped on. That was the last cache I looked for in California.
The tale continued in Nevada as I looked for the Sage One cache. Emilie was shopping at Old Navy in Carson, so I went out in search of a couple quick, nearby caches. The cache was in a wooden box that was buried in the ground. As I lifted the ammo can out of the box I saw a scorpion hanging out under the cache. A rock fell into the box, which prevented the can from fitting back in place. As a result, I had to reach into the scorpion box to remove the rock. I signed the log and high-tailed it out of there.
Fear of scorpions and fear of spiders are both covered under the "arachnophobia" umbrella, I think.
Work pretty much stinks these days. For the first time at my new job I've been feeling like I shouldn't have left my last job. I'm sure it will work out in the end, but the new place suffers the same problem as that last place - everyone wants a say in everything, but no one wants to take responsibilty for anything.
Oh, well. That's enough griping.
Hopefully that's enough reading to keep you entertained for a while.
