Monday morning
I don’t really know why I feel compelled to write a new post right now. I certainly haven’t had the urge for months, and really, if you’re looking to this blog to keep you informed and up to date on my life, well then aren’t you optimistic. And out of touch.
Nonetheless, I write the post anyway, as much for my own benefit as yours. There is a certain minimum required ego, that I seem to lack, for maintaining a blog of any kind. The self-assurance that your words will be of some interest and importance to others. This is not to say that is a flaw; on the contrary, I see it as something I lack, not something others should be looked down upon for posessing.
I am a very private individual. There are things about me that I am certain will remain untold even to my death. This is not unusual, of course, many or most or even all of us could say the same and not be wrong. I suppose I make note of it only because it seems that I have a higher percentage of unrevealed data than most. I feel unused to discussing my own thoughts, to the point that even an ordinary conversation leaves me out.
I am private to a fault.
A night out
So I was persuaded to go out with the guys, and I’m not having a half bad time. Food at Bonnie’s Grill, followed by watching a few games of darts at Loki, a nice, low key (hah) bar a block away. We’re going to head out in a few and get some Boylan’s soda from a 24 hour deli nearby. Thank you, people who told me to quit being a shut-in and go hang out with my friends.
Greatly Exaggerated
So, got an iPhone, got my grades back, got to visit relatives for the holidays, got better at playing fake plastic trees drums, got new boots, got more debt, got more cavities, got registered for classes, got word my favorite gaming publication got bought out and more than half the staff got laid off, got out of jail free (card), got some laundry to pick up, got some ‘splainin to do, got no idea why I said that, got no reason to break the trend, got you all caught up on my life a little bit.
Man, what is wrong with me?
Almost forgot,
Yesterday, all through the call, Winnie The Pooh kept walking through the house, across the stage, and out through the Dock, only to come back the other way a half hour or so later. Of course, anytime someone mentioned seeing him, everyone else would deny all knowledge, and claim to have not seen anything. This was mildly funny, until someone shouted “Holy shit, I just saw him! I thought you guys were all just fucking with me!” At which point it became really funny.
That is all.
A word, please…
After about 13 or 14 hours of electrics and scenic calls in the past 2 days, I’ve decided to lay out some of the vocabulary one might hear during your time on such a work call. Some terms are broadly understood, and some are made up as you go along. Grouped broadly by type, depending on whether I feel like sorting after I write this all out.
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