RAVE: Bachelor Party for my buddy couldn't have went much better this weekend. Had some awesome times, was the first time the whole group had been together in years, just really appreciated the friendships I'd accumulated over the last few years. RANT: During the Mardi Gras bar crawl on Saturday, met a pair of hotties recently graduated from ASU. Hit it off with one, they actually ditched their group and spent the better part of the day hanging with us all, flirted heavily only to find out later in the night she had a bf. Seriously? I hate attention whores. RANT: Caught up in all the fun, I ate nothing after 12:30-1 in the afternoon. By 830-9, my body began to flame out spectacularly. After I puked, I was that weird drunk where you are aware of how drunk your body is, but you suddenly mentally feel better. I recall staggering around like a zombie and forcing myself to puke multiple times in an attempt to sober up. I got a bunch of amused texts about my appearance the next day. RAVE: Went out last night, since I had today off, met a super cute, super engaging nurse. From what you all seem to say about her profession, that bodes well in the sexual department. Interested to see where it goes...
Rave: I just told off my first Creepy Dom on fetlife. The kind who likes to used BDSM as an excuse to just abuse people. I feel I've learned an important subbie skill.
Rant/Rave: I had a few leftover pieces of nicorette gum from a previous quit attempt. I had them with me as a "just in case." I just threw them all out without having eaten any. I hope I didn't make a huge mistake.
RAVE I grew up playing classical trumpet. Switched to bass guitar in early high school and briefly played a little guitar to get better at bass and to learn more. Then college came and work and career and wife and family. I didn't pick up an instrument in ten years. I just started playing guitar again recently. Well, the major rave is that for the first time in my life, I've been able to separate my mind and hands a bit. I can successfully sing and play at the same time. Poorly at both, mind you, but it is a start. Blackbird by the Beatles. Very simple beginner song and the lyrics flow well with the guitar part so I felt it would be a good first challenge. Even better RAVE My 21 month old girl came home from daycare today singing "You are my sunshine." I'm dropping everything I've been working on and am going to put together a few chords to play along with her. Every time she sees the guitar she asks for my purple pick for "brrring" brrring". I don't care if she wants to play guitar, piano, drums, tuba, whatever, I just hope she has any interest in music. It could be dancing, anything. I just hope music is as important to her as it has been for my wife and I in life.
Rant: I am at my London apartment for 3 weeks working on my own missing my family. Rant: I am two weeks done but am them off for a week work in Pakistan. Rave: Just got in from a contract job at 11pm and poured myself a JD to find Band of Brothers on tv. Already emailed my site and said I won't be in until tomorrow afternoon. BoB and JD it is.
Rave: Oh Gershwin, you hurt my fingers but you heal my soul. Rhapsody in Blue, you are a cruel, cruel mistress but you sound so. damn. good.
RANT: Spoilered for length and severe lack of interest from normal people tl;dr - shut up about Light Squared if you're a luddite. Spoiler Dear assholes. Please stop writing about LightSquared unless you actually know something about technology. LightSquared had a new product, and wanted to make it work on the cheap. If they bought heavily contended radio spectrum for their product, that was allocated for purpose, it would have been expensive. Because lots of people want to use that spectrum band for it's intended purpose. So they came up with a great idea - to buy some cheap spectrum that isn't allocated for their intended purpose, and try and kludge it together so it works. They went to the FCC with a proposal and the FCC said 'we aren't confident that what you're going to do will work, but if you want to try it out, you can test it and give us the results and we'll make a decision from there'. Why? Because the FCC for once is a centrally run organization that acted to support innovation. In the absence of evidence, they said fuck it - give it a try instead of just shutting it down because it seemed like a weird idea. LightSquared tried their product and found out that it doesn't fucking work. It just doesn't. It fucks with adjacent spectrum because of the power level differential, and one of those adjacent spectrums is GPS. Because those bands are intended for ground to space communication. Experiment failed, can't fuck with GPS because you're too cheap to buy spectrum fit for purpose, fuck off. The media campaign and now apparently legal contest is just unbelievable bullshit. It's like me, going to open a night club, and finding out that property in the clubbing district is a quite expensive, because that's where all the fucking night clubs are. So instead, going and buying a cheap house in a quiet suburban neighbourhood and running a night club out of it. Then, when the neighbours complain about the noise and I get told I'm in breach of zoning laws, starting a media campaign and a legal battle about how it's not my fault that those suburban houses were shoddily built and not soundproofed enough to cope with a nightclub next door. What fucking balls. If you have even a peripheral understanding of wireless technology - this should have been an utterly predictable set of events. Maybe the broad spectrum purchase would have been enough to provide 'shoulder' for narrow band broadcasts - but your engineers should have told you very quickly that it probably wouldn't be. And you had to understand that you were gambling on something that probably wouldn't work. If you didn't understand those facts, you have about as much business in technology product development, as I have in ice dancing choreography. LightSquared aren't scrappy innovators throttled by old style businesses and a government afraid of change. The only innovation they can realy claim is the brave attempt to cheat their way to market. They're jerks, trying to cut corners and get a non viable business off the ground at the expense of the public. And they're throwing a tantrum now that the regulatory authority won't let them.
Rant: Mr. P told one of his friends to tell his wife she can get a job with me. Hell no, all I know about her is drama. Ugh, hopefully she doesn't come by. Rave? Read the comments on the Paleo diet and subsequently began researching it. This type of diet makes so much sense to me...
Rave: My brother is now engaged! Rant: To the woman he needed to take a break from due to her jealousy issues. I'm hoping for both their sake that they worked through it and aren't going into this with their heads in the sand. RANT: I FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS ON FACEBOOK!
Rave: 48 Hours and counting. I feel pretty good. No more dizziness. Of course, I'd love a fucking cigarette right now. But at least it isn't all-consuming.
Rant: Found out that the guy who owned the house before us built the basement bathroom, and half assed it. Cue me ripping the bathroom up down to the framing, because he didnt seal the shower correctly and there was mold forming in the walls. Post shower stall i removal i find that he didnt completely re-pour the concrete when he installed the drain pipe, and we have a very moist soil composition around here. There also wasn't a p-trap on the shower... Rave: Found an excuse to do some remodeling! RAVE: All of the remodeling also convinced me to clean up and organize some of my old stuff in the basement, which led to me finding a postcard from a girl i went out with a few times about 7 years ago who ended up going into the army. I used some google-fu and found her on Twitter (finally found a use for that site) which led to a 12hour text war and culminated in nudie pics as a good night! Rant: She lives in Florida now Rave: I now have justification to go to Florida, and enough miles to take a week long trip for free!
Super Rave: So, It's been 3 or so utterly depressing weeks after I was told that I didn't make the cut for the 12 students they took on board for this years Honours in Psychology program, that my dream of being a Psychologist is basically over, because you can't do shit Psychology-wise without at least an honours degree, that the programs get even more competitive as the years go on, and I probably couldn't get in anywhere else, which ultimately means that the 4 years I killed myself trying to get good grades were for nothing. I went into campus to give a bit of a talk and advice to new bridging course students (a course I took to get into University because I dropped out of highschool due to a disability that still affects me). I then stopped by the health faculty to inquire if there's anything I could do to improve my chances for next year, and I was told that - no, I could not. But also, it wasn't necessary because I was receiving a late offer that afternoon! I am so happy I havn't been able to sit still since I finalised my enrollment. I had only just begun to accept that fact I'd never be a psychologist and would have to do something else. I was even accepted and had enrolled in a different health related postgraduate course. But I was more than happy to un-enroll the fuck out of that so I could accept the offer to the course that I'm passionate about. The day kind of ran like a blur, a lot was happening so fast. Rant: I had already bought all my damned textbooks for my other course, I need to make sure they stay mint condition so I can try to return them for store credit and replace them with the new books. I'm scrambling to be ready because the semester starts next fucking monday and I only just learned I got into the program. I might even need to find a statistics tutor before shit gets too real.
Rant: It is deadly out there with ice all over the place. I have seen so many people fall today I could just play yakety sax on loop.
Rave: I got my grades back from the class I finished up last week and missed only one point out of seven essays. Granted, it was an online History of Rock class that the average baboon could probably pass, but it still feels good to end on a high note.
Rant: One injury in today's Office Olympics. One of the accountants hit a slippery spot on the floor and took a header into the wall. Not cool, not cool.
Rant: I have a fucking cold. this is bullshit. Rant: Time is flying. Rave: The Guy is being pretty amazing. What the future holds, I have no idea, but the now is good.