Rave: My son's birthday party came and went with no drama from the family. Rave: Tonka only half-tackled some of the kids rather than pile driving them into the ground as we expected, no one needed the ambulance. Rave: He'll be passed out until tomorrow afternoon. I have never seen a dog so tired in my life.
Rave: Went out with the cousins (plus one's boyfriend) tonight! Rave: My family is awesome and I love that my cousins are as nerdy/twisted as I am. Rave: We went to the restaurants/bars within walking distance of my place. Rant/Rave: I'm drunk. Rave: "Juno" is on TV. Rant: Done for the night and it's only 10:30. WTF?
Rant; This great fire wall bullshit is seriously starting to piss me off. I can't wait to be back in the states and can surf the web without bullshit blocking the makes absolutely no sense. I mean what the fuck is IMDB blocked for?
RAVE: We've rented the race track tomorrow to shake down the race cars for the start of the season. RANT: Weather is calling for fucking cold and lots of rain. RAVE: I love racing in the rain... just makes it one big skid pad.
Today = racing. Rave: AMA Supercross in St. Louis Rave: Rolex Racing in Birmingham Rave: Formula 1 in Malaysia
Rant: I was out on my front porch smoking a cigarette last night and a fucking bat flew right over my head and went down into one of the porch columns. Rave: Tomorrow, I have a job interview with Con-way that I am excited about! Rant: I am going to have to think of an excuse to tell my supervisor tomorrow so I can leave work early to go that interview. Rave: The Braves and Phillies, Magic and Bulls, Celtics and Heat, and the Masters make for the best Sunday afternoon of tv all year!
Rave: I love my parents. Just as I was about to head out, my mom produced 2 giant pieces of filet mignon and 2 stacks of asparagus, telling me, "Take them. I forgot we had these at home when we went out to dinner, your father is out of town and I don't like steak." Fuck yes. Even half done, this magical combination already smells phenomenal.
Rave: New job starts next Friday. Poker game at my house next Saturday. Next weekend will be good. Rant: Big paper due Tuesday. 10 to 14 pages (double spaced) on a topic on US Economic History. In my case, I am examining the end of the great depression, including looking at New Deal Legislation and the role of World War II. This wouldn't be so bad, but the professor is kind of anal retentive about his papers. Footnotes (NEVER EVER USE PARENTHETICAL CITATIONS! is repeated fifteen times in the syllabus), and he wants a ton of sources, and limited to 4 internet sources, and requiring 5 books/articles. Rave: I've lowered my desire to get straight A's now that my student teaching issues are starting to get resolved. I'm good with a B or a C, and I've gotten A's on the first two tests, so getting an A on this paper isn't required. I'm perfectly willing to half-ass it, cause seriously, fuck this class.
Rant: Fuck, just got a call from one of my tenants, her hot water cylinder has blown up. Plumber reckons it will cost "Bout $1200 mate". Fuck. First world problem.
Rave: I was handed my change at the store today, and noticed it sounded, different. So I checked, 1948 silver quarter in there. Should be able to sell it for 9 bucks.
Rant: Government compromises be fuckin' up my back swing. I really wanted to play golf this week. Rave: Florida Keys on Thursday, Bo-Bo Beach. Rant: I can't stop doing a made up dance where I'm "winging it" (because we don't have a place to stay next Monday), akin to the dirty bird, whilst saying "Going to the Beach...Bo-Bo beach" in the same voice as the priest in the Princess Bride. My wife attacked me. Rave: On a scale of Washington to Franklin, I'm pretty fuckin' money.
I should clarify this Rave with a Rant: Rant: Professors that grade on an 'exaggerated, lowered curve.' In other words, he gives out one A per class per semester. He'll give five or six B's. He then gives the majority of the class C's, with two or three D's and one or two F's (usually reserved for people who completely fuck off all semester). He has never given more than one A per class in a semester, so I don't expect it, hence shooting for a B or a C. Add to this the fact that he only gives grades based on three essay exams and one term paper, all of which is extremely subjective grading, makes for an impossible grader. Basically, if he likes you and you answer a lot, you're much more likely to be deemed his 'best student' and get the A.
Rant: Woke up with a nasty pain in my neck this morning. Rave: I've got a jacuzzi tub in my bathroom, and am going to go make full use of it right now. With bubbles. Don't judge me.
Rave: Can I just add that the hot 18 year old is a habitual Halo, CoD, and Gear of War player? Yeah, you're all jealous. ?????: Chem test tomorrow is going to make or break my semester. Wish me luck.
Rant: Fuck this oven. I left these brownies in for an extra 5mins (extra 10% of time) and they are still raw inside. Not the first time I've had this problem with it either. Rave: It's time for the NHL playoffs!
Rave: Really nice, low key weekend. Rave: Weekend started with some great reverse good samaritan action on Friday night. Spoilered for length. Spoiler Girlfriend and I decided to go out for dinner to a nice place that we hadn't been to in a while. We get there and it's packed, so we put our names on the list and go wait in the bar. About 10 minutes later, I see people getting up from one of the tables in the bar area, leaving one guy behind. The waiter comes over and asks him if he'd like a menu and the guy says that his wife and daughter bailed on him and so he was switching to carry-out instead and wouldn't be there long. Having overhead this, I walked over to the waiter and asked him if he could save that table for us, so once the guy left, we could sit down. The waiter said that'd be fine, but the guy offered it up right away, and stood up so we could sit down, which I thought was really nice. When our waitress comes over to take our order, I made sure to tell her to please add the man's glass of wine to my bill, since he was nice enough to give up his table and stand as he waited for his food. She agrees and walks away, breifly pausing at the man to inform him of this. He immediately says that that's unnecessary and thanks us profusely, even coming over to talk for a couple minutes and shake our hands. I felt bad that I couldn't at least buy him a glass of wine, but he really wouldn't budge. As a final gesture, I offered him the empty seat at our table, so he didn't have to stand while he waited He said that he was fine and that he didn't want to intrude on our evening. Again, nice guy. A few minutes later, I see that he's got his food and is on his way out. He stops again to thank us, shakes our hands, and says goodbye. About two minutes after he left, our waitress comes over and says, "So, that guy whose wine you offered to buy, well he just paid for your first round of drinks and both of your dinners." We were both shocked. A complete stranger had bought us probably $50+ in dinner and drinks. I never had the chance to thank him.
Rant: I forgot that I have a root canal in half an hour. Fun, fun. Rave: Drugs come with it. Rave: I have a powerful reason to eat ice cream all day.