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Record deficit

No, I’m not talking about some government.

 

Of motivation to write lately.  Function of having had to do lots of it at work, the place where I normally write being down for several days,

 

Went up to meet my mom’s new dog, had late lunch/early dinner.  Now some motivation recharge.  Maybe.

 

People are crying over the beggin’ station cutting shows that nobody wants to watch.  They’d put on something like Jersey Shore, but it’d probably be about Mennonites or Quakers peddling antiques from a quaint roadside stand in some Northern hellhole.  Waiting on that Ken Burns special detailing the history of Scrapple.

And today really is Tuesday

There’s an interesting meme going around with Rebecca Black, complete with hipster glasses, saying “I liked Friday when it was still Thursday.”

 

I wanted to write a lot this evening;  better than doing a load of laundry, but neither is happening.

 

Instead, watching true crime shit on the DVR and drinking Belgian beer.

 

(*taptaptap* Is anyone at all reading this?)

Feels like Tuesday

Going nuts trying to get little projects finished here, there, everywhere.  What’s suffered?  My writing.  That said, I feel more productive lately than I’ve been in a long time, in spite of being quite lazy this past weekend.

http://ms.about.com/od/livingwellwithms/a/suffering_ms.htm

 

I’m not sure who she is, but she describes things I have trouble articulating pretty well.  The odd thing about that description is that I haven’t felt well in so long, it’s difficult to classify exactly how I feel on a given day.  Some days are worse than others, certainly, but I think the last time I felt really normal would have been probably 1997.  Obviously, I’ve accomplished a lot since then, but…..

 

Enough with that.  As the title says, it feels like Tuesday.  I know it’s Wednesday, but the Monday holiday screws things up a bit.

 

Tracking back to Jesio’s IYRTP column on AltDaily…..

http://www.altdaily.com/blogs/news-blogs/opinion-blogs/if-you-read-the-paper-wed-june-1.html

My comment is at the bottom.  I think there’s reckoning going on in the “journalism” racket.  It starts with higher education, something they have been blissfully ignorant of for years.  Suppression of unpopular ideas on campus is nothing new;  it’s only a story when it starts happening to the people who are supposed to be the watchmen get the axe — the same people who’ve been hesitant to do the job they claim to do, all the while obscuring where they get their livelihoods.  Think “Green Week” on NBC when GE owned it.  So, what’s a consumer to do?  Get information from many different sources, accept that every single one is biased, and reach your own conclusions.

 

I drive people nuts when I say things like that, I know.  I’m biased, you’re biased, everyone has preferences and biases.  The work I do these requires objectivity — part of what I have to do is try to set aside my preconceived notions, and accept whatever the numbers tell me.  It ain’t easy sometimes to set aside those biases, and it’s important to put them out there at the start, but……

A realtor always thinks it’s a good time to buy a new home.

Your barber thinks you need a haircut.

Your dentist thinks you could use a full cleaning.

And so on…..

Is you feelin’ that?

Or, seeing, rather, because I’m not seeing it all that well.

 

Went to the neurological eye doctor today.  The verdict?  Not good, but probably not getting worse, much as the neurologist who initially diagnosed my MS thought.

 

Because I’m doing so much in the way of analysis lately, I’ll break this down into pretty bullets that look good on a slide

Good:

  • My corrective lenses haven’t changed much since my last prescription last December
  • I can still drive
  • I know what’s wrong with me, so they can attack my body if it decides to attack my optic nerves again

Notsogood:

  • 20/60 in the right eye, corected
  • 20/200 in the left eye
  • No driving at night

Not  much more to say about it.  What will this affect?  Oh, not a ton.  I’ll be even more of a homebody after dark.  Big deal, right?  And I need to get more used to public transportation.  So, when’s the Tide start rolling, again, HRT?  When does the Amtrak station open near Harbor Park?

Is you feelin' that?

Or, seeing, rather, because I’m not seeing it all that well.
 
Went to the neurological eye doctor today.  The verdict?  Not good, but probably not getting worse, much as the neurologist who initially diagnosed my MS thought.
 
Because I’m doing so much in the way of analysis lately, I’ll break this down into pretty bullets that look good on a slide
Good:

  • My corrective lenses haven’t changed much since my last prescription last December
  • I can still drive
  • I know what’s wrong with me, so they can attack my body if it decides to attack my optic nerves again

Notsogood:

  • 20/60 in the right eye, corected
  • 20/200 in the left eye
  • No driving at night

Not  much more to say about it.  What will this affect?  Oh, not a ton.  I’ll be even more of a homebody after dark.  Big deal, right?  And I need to get more used to public transportation.  So, when’s the Tide start rolling, again, HRT?  When does the Amtrak station open near Harbor Park?

Oh, what a crappy two days!

So, Friday was the company “team-building” exercise. This year’s fun? Charter fishing out of Hatteras.

Popped off of work around 1:15 Thursday afternoon, picked up my boss at his house in the Jeep, which I’d spent about an hour cleaning out the day before so it didn’t smell like an ashtray, and head to Rodanthe (where the beach house was).

On the way, my boss asked me to stop by an ABC store to pick up a bottle of rum for Hurricanes. I figured there’d be about fifteen people there, so a 1.75L bottle wouldn’t be too much (and might not even be enough).

Got down with relative ease, and others started showing up.

Then the drinking began.

Big bottle of Jack. Big bottle of Virginia Gentleman. Hurricanes. Bacardi Limon. Jameson’s.

I had a few shots to act like I was playing along, and nursed some Jameson’s on ice for effect.

My boss, on the other hand, got completely shitfaced. I did make a deal with him, though. Since the other four people in my office don’t do shit, and I do their work, he should fire them and give me their salaries. He okay’d it. 🙂

Anyway, we had to get up early on Friday, so people started retiring early, like 9:30. I finally rolled into the room I was sharing with bossman around 10:15, after I got off the phone with the girl. 🙂 I sent her one last text message, wandered out to the pool room outside the door, bitched at people to keep it down, and finally laid down. After five minutes of trying fitfully to sleep, I hear my boss rustling. Then I hear a gag……and power puke.

EEEEW.

I just kind of rolled out of bed, out of the room, and shut the door behind me.

Talked to the guys playing pool until they quit, then tried to sleep on a love seat in that room. Grabbed maybe 45 minutes of sleep, until someone came through to use the bathroom and woke me up. My legs were starting to cramp up, too, and now the odor was starting to waft out from the bedroom…..

I retreated to the Jeep, and slept there for about a grand total of an hour and fifteen minutes. At least it was quiet, and didn’t smell like vomit.

Departure time for Hatteras was 0430. And, of course, boss was riding with me, again. Before we got out of the driveway, I had to pull over for him to power puke again. Managed to spray the inside of the door, too! Thanks, boss!

Luckily, he didn’t puke any more on the way down to the boat.

Got on the boat, and as soon as we got out of the inlet, things started getting rough. Boss starts scarfing down a bunch of fruit he’d bought. Yeah, good idea. Less than an hour out, he’s hanging over the side…..which he did several times throughout the day.

I got seasick, too, but didn’t alternate my time between sleeping in the cabin, and hanging over the side like he did. I only barfed twice, as opposed to like eight times.

Caught some fish, brought home lots of meat. Got to fight with a white marlin for awhile.

Dropped boss off, hosed off the door better, and headed home. Lit a cigarette to mask the pukey smell in the Jeep. Home, shower, fish to freezer, then over to girl’s to help her with whatever emotional crisis she’d gotten into at work (she forgot to tell someone that somebody had called, and got bitched out, etc. etc.). Finally got some solid food again, as she wanted Wendy’s. Choked down some chicken nuggets and was okay.

Yeah, that all pretty much sucked. I need a fucking raise.

Quiz stolen from Jay

Also, tim has a blog now. I’ll put up the link tonight.
#1 Did you ever find yourself totally in love with someone? What was it that really attracted you to them?
Er, WTF, over. I’m not sure I understand this question. Have I been in love? yeah. So I guess that’s totally? It built over time like anything.
#2 Have you ever driven a car at a speed in excess of 100 MPH? If so, did you enjoy the experience?
I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that I may incriminate myself. Lets just say, the Jeep gets real jumpy over 80.
#3 What was the first alcoholic beverage you ever drank? (If you answer “sloe gin,” you are disqualified.)
Beer, probably? Recall, I spent my formative years in germany. No shit, we’d go and buy booze at twelve. So, probably beer, maybe apfelkorn.
#4 How old were you when you lost your virginity?
~o/When I was seventeen, it was a very good year…./o~
#5 How often do you have really crazy dreams that make perfect sense while you are dreaming them?
No, my dreams are always fucked up, and I normally recognize it at the time.
#6 What is the CRAZIEST thing you ever dreamed that made perfect sense as you dreamed it?
Uh? I forget.
#7 If you could change one thing about your physical appearence, what would it be? Explain why you want to change, please.
Oh, there are so many……umm, first and foremost, dropping the flab, especially the love handles would r0ck.