Today at work I was overworked but generally productive. Then, I went out to lunch. Big mistake. We had gyros from Mikeys. For those of you who’ve ever had Mikeys, then you know the proper way to eat them. Because every gyro is filled with so much yummy meat and veges, it always spills out of the pita. So, what you do is order a grilled pita with feta cheese and split your meat and veges between the two pitas. Wham-o, double gyro! Two times the food, two times the yummy. The only downside brings us back to that big mistake. Suddenly, returning to work I’m lethargic, tired and praying that my clock breaks and speeds up time so I can go home and nap. What we need is a food source akin to what was served in Terry Gilliam’s Brazil – green loaf of jello. I’m not wishing for this distopian meal for its taste or presentation, but solely on the grounds of nutrition and portability. While the gyro was yummy, I’m suddenly unable to work and have instead opted to blog. Happy trails.
Well, as you can see, I’ve taken quite a few artistic liberties with the look of the site. Just looking at the front page lately has made me feel an uncomfortable itch in the base of my brain. That and it was slightly depressing what with all the darkness and “oh, I’m soo deep and moody.”
Anyway, I went to my first con ever this last weekend where I was able to meet up with the venerable Pats, both Rothfuss and Johnson. I’d like to take a brief moment to explain the comedy of this situation. I am a nerd. Now I’m a self-proclaimed nerd. My wife is smiling at that. I’ve geeked out at Kevin J. Anderson, David Brin, and Anne McCaffrey. I love Star Wars, Star Trek, magic, unicorns, and theoretical physics, and I’ve never been to a con.
My parents have been to a con, and I haven’t.
Some of you out there who go to cons eight times a year might say “Norwescon? Meh.” But it was my first, so it will forever hold a special place in my heart. It was at Norwescon that I discovered facts of life such as “There is such a thing as too much cleavage” and “Clothing can be optional.” The best part was that I found myself in an environment where there was no shame. No, perhaps shame is not the right word. There was no judgement. Folks who had no right wearing fishnet were clad head-to-toe in it, and outrageous costumes were worn with reckless abandon.
For me it was the most comfortable place in the entire world for two days.
Lastly, it is with remorse that I announce the death of my hard drive. He fought valiantly against his own demise, but in the end he succumbed to the pressures of my demands and his heads ground to a halt – doubtless forever scarring the surface of the drive and destroying all of my precious hard work. His contents will be missed, though his lack of enthusiasm will not.
So, I’ll be doing all of my updating on lunch breaks until the situation can be rectified.
If anyone knows how to install XP on a machine with no operating system, shoot me an e-mail.
I had a wonderfully traditional Easter this year, assuming that all Easters are spent driving across the state and seeing horror movies. I had a nice drive across Washington, catching the amazing mountain views and dodging a few crazy drivers. I played leapfrog with a truck carrying mattresses for over an hour. Then after taking the lead outside Ellensburg, a cop pulled him over. I laughed a little as I zoomed past.
I got home and gave Sarah a big hug. I missed her and given that we didn’t get to see each other on my birthday, it was nice to be back in her loving arms. So then we opened some presents, got dinner, and went to see my birthday movie: Grindhouse! Sweet! Okay, I’ll be posting a review soon but let me just say that this movie is too gross for a lot of people. I was freaked out and I’ve got a pretty strong tolerance. However, despite it making me cridge, I enjoyed the hell out of it. For every “ew gross” moment, there is one that makes you laugh or grin.
Okay, now comes the home stretch of the semester. Papers to grade, meetings to hold and way too much work to be done. I’m sure my next post will be during the throws of hair-pulling.
Laters – KS