I'm sure there are travel jedis on here who can put me to shame but the last time I had a room with a tub like this I had the best sleep in years. Edit, file too large. I suck. TLDR, hotel room with tub with jets.
RAVE: Finally have my garage set up to be a fairly functional shop. Just finished a solid day of making some custom cabinetry for my office... lots of jointing and planing and ripping and dust extracting was to be had. It's still not exactly organized, but it's getting there. Spoiler: SHOP PICS RAVE: The new cat, whom I'm calling Canso (as in the water bomber that my dad used to fly) is a shop cat... not afraid of noise, loves sawdust.
Rave: Atlanta and Vegas trip booked! Should be fun! Cute 24 year old friend from Ohio will also be in Atlanta, so hopefully something happens there as well.
Ravt: Watching the Joe Rogan podcast with Steve-o. I can't even formulate thoughts well... - How can he be this well-spoken and fit, yet THAT fucked up? - What happens if you live life as hard as you can and not give a fuck about your own well-being or other's ill-regard. Even Rogan kind of sat there stunned, not knowing how to stop digging.
Rant: How the fuck do you handle the stress of being sued? Every time an email rolls in from my lawyer - even if it's something banal like, "What's your new address?" my pulse spikes, I feel like throwing up and my concentration is wrecked. And this shit could go on for years. It's illustrating to me that I don't have a really great method for handling stress, or managing control issues. That, and I hope the crazy fucks suing me are even more anxious than I am.
Rant: A great uncle recently died. He was on a machine gunner in the 1st Marines Division in WWII, and part of the 30% that survived being in the first wave that landed on Peleliu despite severe wounds. He was awarded presidential citations. Not many of these guys left. Rave/Rant: A cousin is going to be a father. The twist is, he's a gay guy "chipping in" for a lesbian couple (they have all been very close for years). Sure, maybe not a traditional arrangement but but exciting nonetheless. It's a rant simply because this is something my grandparents will really struggle with and that makes me sad. Rant: I am inundated with RFPs at work and am afraid we just responded to one last week with my boss' tracking changes on the Word document saved visible in the .PDF they received. Shit! I don't think anyone else here knows and hope it never comes up again, and at least it isn't a huge opportunity and I'm not getting any commission from it regardless, but I feel like I just wasted a lot of work over a stupid oversight and there's a lesson learned for the future. If Microsoft Word was a person and not software I'd strangle them like Homer Simpson on Bart right now.
Rave: Honeymoon in the US was fucking amazing! 7 weeks in the US and i wish i had more time. Met some really cool people (y'all are very friendly to Aussies), ate every piece of BBQ while driving through the south i could get my greasy little hands on and generally just had an amazing time. Also i didnt get shot (as several board members helpfully suggested i would)... so yay! Rant: Im home now and we've just come off the 4th consecutive day of 40C+ days (thats 104F+ to you guys)... its all good though because its only going to be 30-35C+ (86F-95F) over the weekend... My body isnt quite ready for this kind of heat after travelling through part of your winter Rant: Fuck. Work.
Rant: Some stupid twat thinks it is ok for her daughter to go to daycare after throwing up all night. I'm home, missing work, because this child passed this sickness to all the other kids and the woman that watches them all. This is after I didn't work all week last week cause we were sick and had the decency to keep our son home so that the illness wasn't spread to others. I'm not so mad about the work part, cause fuck work. I'm just pissed at this family's selfishness. If your kid can't keep food or fluids down, keep them home, you stupid fuck. I hope the daycare lady tells you to fuck off and find a new place. She, her family and all others that go there don't deserve to suffer because of you.
Rant: I pull in the drive thru at the bank to cash a check for $100 from my company to myself. I present the check which has the NAME OF THE BANK I AM AT on it and say, "Hi, can I get 4 20's, 1 10, a 5 and five 1's?" She says, "Uh, do you have an account with us?" Now, they just closed the branch that was right near my office, and since I don't go to this branch often, it's fair that she didn't personally know me. But, it says the name right on the check. So, I say, "um, yes. The account number is there on the check I just handed you." Then with a smile she says, "Okay, 4 20's, 1 10, a two 5's?" so, now I think, oh she's just being funny. But, I say, "no a 5 and five 1's." She says okay. She gets the cash out of my line of sight, puts it in an envelope and hands it to me. I pulled off before I realized she didn't give me any 1's. Dammit woman! #firstworldproblems
Rant: Three of the last 7 nights have entailed waking up in the middle of the night and staying up for 3-4 hours. I can't turn my brain off. I think of work and my "complicated" people who aren't doing well. I feel tired, and I think I look like shit. Rave: Re-watching "Mad Men". I love this series.
Rant: I swear to god if I see one more fucking idiot post something about World Ventures and that stupid blue sign on Facebook I'm going kill someone.
Rant: "(sigh) Any nice guys want to date me?" "Let's do lunch next weekend. I'd say this weekend, but I'm kind of booked." "EWW! I'm not some hoe you can book for the weekend!" No, you're just batshit crazy...
Rave: Visited this site for the first time in 2013, and instantly was flooded with positive memories and had a great time re-reading old posts of mine. Life looks much different today than it did when I was last posting regularly, but I feel like I've been inspired to continue both reading and writing. I've missed you idiots! I'm really excited to see that this place is still thriving and flowing well.
RAVE: Today marked the start of a 6 month project to kill tons of technical debt in my product. I inherited a crapload of problems and Management has finally smiled and said, "we're happy with where we're at right now... you go and take the team and do what you want for the next 6 months". It's like spring cleaning on steroids. We're taking shit from that "single-user prototype to get funding" stage to a global system that kicks ass. My mandate is to "assume that someone senior from Google or Apple or Facebook comes in and takes a look... impress the fuck out of them. ". Challenge accepted.
Rant: I would love to find a way to erase the compulsion of people to a) take photos of abused animals b) use those photos as the cover image for articles about it c) share those articles on social media so I'm constantly bombarded with images of mutilated animals when I'm just trying to see what my pals have been up to lately.
Rave: My son took his first steps over the weekend. He is toddling around like a madman now, he looks like a small, drinken Frankenstein, and it's awesome and adorable. Rant: he is also breaking all the stuff. Just everything. Edit rant: no more than 20 minutes after I posted this, he fell into the ottoman and busted his lip open. He now has a big swollen lip. He is giggling like nothing happened, Ate dinner, and is his general happy-go-lucky self. I am a nervous wreck and considering just wrapping him in bubble wrap.
Rant: While transporting containers of butter chicken to feed a junior hockey team, a large amount of the sauce spilled out of the poorly wrapped containers and spilled EVERYWHERE in the backseat of my car. I'm kicking myself for not taking a photo, but fuck me, it was brutal. My car now stinks and likely will continue to stink even after I get the vehicle detailed tomorrow. Double Rant: Despite the fact that this was a company function, completed on company time, neither of my two bosses seemed enthused about letting me pay for the detailing with my company card. To a point I can see their stance: A) It wasn't the company's fault that the food was wrapped poorly. B) It wasn't the company's fault that you stored the food in such a way that it enabled spilling. But I was expecting a little more empathy to be honest. That's now going to be $200 out of my pocket. Frustrating? You'd better believe it.
Rant: victim of a hit and run today. Turning from the street into a gas station, guy was pulling out turning right. Then as I started to turn he accelerated and turned left into me. Almost looked intentional. I pulled into lot, as soon as cars cleared he peeled off and away. Neck is very sore. Rave: got a great vehicle description and, because the asshole didn't have tinted front windows, description of driver too. Truck has some damage, he hit the panel beneath gas tank and back tire on the axel like a t-bone. Didn't touch the frame but worried about axel alignment because of where I took the impact, though it drives smoothly like nothing happened. Brand new truck too, got it less than a month ago. Those F250s are built like fucking tanks. His car got the worst of it because it was one of those lowered sedan meximobiles with big rims and bling everywhere. His car went largely underneath mine, I'm sure I jacked him up pretty good. Figure he was either drunk, had no insurance (spent all the money on his car), or illegal (happens a lot around here with hit and runs).
Rant: Are you FUCKING kidding me? I was tired and my hands were full, so I left my work apron which had $25 cash, my phone, a traveling charger, plus a keycard for work, in the front seat. Tired me must have also left the car unfuckinglocked because it is not there this morning. I park in my driveway a good 100 feet from the street, so someone between the time of 11pm and 7 am was all up on our property to do the deed. Awesome in so many ways. Fucking awesome.
RANT: Getting old sucks. During the Super Bowl Halftime Show we always go out and throw the football around and play a little two hand touch. No biggie. After the game a buddy and myself were jawing it up about who was faster. Que us lining up (on the street of course) for a little footrace. I get out on him and have him by a few feet when I feel my left hamstring let go. Obviously I can't stop in one step so when my left leg comes around again it gives way and I crumple to the street. Everyone runs over there to check on me and they're talking about calling 911. I say that's not needed for a hamstring strain. They say I'm bleeding pretty bad. Apparently when I hit the ground my face smacked it pretty good but due to the pain in my leg, I didn't even register it as anything more than a little road rash. Wrong. The road rash was all down my arm and on my back. Spoiler Spoiler: Face The white goop is the super glue stuff they used instead of stitches. Spoiler Spoiler: Leg