a geek in the life
an extended journal-style entry which no one is expected to read

i woke up early today, about nine thirty. (when you're a student on break, noon is early. nine thirty is unheard of) i wasted the first hour or so of this unexpected free time sitting on the couch, staring off into space, trying to figure out what i wanted to do with it.

eventually i found the motivation to move around, checked the blogosphere, got a shower, played with the bird, read some comics, did the dishes, remembered i had to be at work early for a meeting, and rushed off.

the meeting was entertaining. we talked about the usual office politics, who is stabbing who in the back. i volunteered to join the ert team, which is pretty cool. ert (emergency response team) is exactly what it says it is, but most of the members are higher ranking corporate folks, not us minor players. if i make it to ert, i will certainly be the youngest one, it is not only a great resume builder but an even better networking opportunity.

i also volunteered for "neighbors in the strip", although i don't think i'll be able to do that one. which is a shame, this meeting is security centered (since we've had a rash of murders and such in the area) and would also be an educational and personal experience.

other than that, the meeting was hum-drum. i mentioned the usual stuff that i find important that everybody else ignores, and they continued to make notes and ignore it. i think a large part of my function at these meetings is comic relief, a role i fulfill rather well and is almost certain to get me fired when i make the wrong joke to the wrong person.

work work work...the amag went bugshit. (amag is the computer that controlls all the doors in the building, allowing people access). it wouldn't let people in to places they were suppossed to be, denied me access to my own office, even denied a v.p. access to the front door. i keep waiting for the "i'm sorry, dave, but i can't do that", but we don't even get that much. just a red light staring at us where there should be a green.

i checked my grades at work (after further fights with ccac's computer): 4.0. so, i'm 1/20th of my way to a bachelor's, but off to a pretty good start. and amazed, as well, as i have mentioned my public speaking teacher is a very hard grader, i didn't think it was even mathematically possible for me to get above a b, based on earlier projects. but hey, who am i to argue?

then, it's time to call the mother. my brother is coming home on leave tommorow, but i don't know when. she says that he'll be at the airport at five, which is cool that he'll be home, but i'll be at work when he gets here. i have saturday off, i tell her. she's pushing for a ren fair, but i'm up for whatever he wants to do. i think i'll call her cell tommorow afternoon to try to get in touch with him.

then she mentions, oh, by the way, the wedding is off. for some reason, her beau, donny, got cold feet (i can guess why, but i'll keep it to myself for the moment). so, mom's marriage v4.0 is scrapped. i get a half hour of what an asshole he is before we finally move on to organic produce, and her telling me about how paying twice as much for organic pine nuts is worth it. obviously, we have different priorites here.

finally, it's home to the empress. some sort of frozen chinese food that was actually pretty good, and dememtia 13 on the dvd player. the movie sucked as a horror flick (which it purported to be), but worked well as a mystery and as a movie alltogether. and it's always interesting watching old pulp movies through a 2004 eye.

i'm not planning on turning this into a web diary, but the rambling format seems to work for me...


howdy, thanks for stopping by. what you're looking at is the intermittent ramblings of an iraqi vet, college student, goth-poseur, comic book reading, cheesy horror loving, punk listening, right-leaning, tech-obsessed, poorly typing, proudly self-proclaimed geek. occasionally, probably due to these odd combinations, i like to think i have some interesting things to say; this is where they wind up.

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us...We need the books that affect us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside of us.

ace o spades hq
bargain-basement allahpundit
a small victory
army of mom
babalu blog
beautiful atrocities
being american in t o
belmont club
blame bush!
castle argghhh!
citizen smash
the command post
common sense runs wild
curmudgeonly & skeptical, r
curmudgeonly & skeptical, pg-13
dean's world
drill sergeant rob
exit zero
enjoy every sandwich
feisty repartee
fistful of fortnights
free will
four right wing wacos
ghost of a flea
half the sins of mankind
the hatemonger's quarterly
hog on ice
house of plum
id's cage
ilyka damen
incoherant ramblings
in dc journal
the jawa report
knowledge is power
lileks bleat
the llama butchers
memento moron
the mudville gazette
naked villainy
nerf-coated world
those damned pajama people
professor chaos
professor shade
the protocols of the yuppies of zion
protein wisdom
the queen of all evil
seven inches of sense
shinobi, who is a f'n numbers ninja, yo
tall dark and mathteriouth
the nose on your face
the thearapist
this is class warfare
texas best grok
tim worstall
way off bass

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