Rave: Now that I'm not required to attend I LOVE our sales meetings. Just pull up a chair, sit back, and watch the fucking chaos. I cannot believe this place is still in business. Rant: I genuinely feel bad for all the people that use to work for me. Micromanaging them is the worst thing these old fossils could do and it's exactly what they're doing. I put in my $.02 but it's no longer my fight. Still sucks. Rave: Long weekend in the wilderness of Vermont. My buddy has a couple dirt bikes that need breaking in and I need to break some bones or something. Rant: I haven't been on a dirt bike in years. He rides pretty much nonstop and knows the trails. He's also the type of cunt who will just take the fuck off on me or fail to tell me about various obstacles, ravines, etc that I should probably know about.
RAVE: Just acquired the entire Battlestar reimagined franchise soundtrack. Spoilered for being really long and imbalanced. Spoiler RANT: Having not had an appointment in two weeks and feeling, as Scrubs called it, "the emotional rollercoaster", I was looking forward to sitting down for my appointment today. What I got was a half-hour drive in God-awful traffic, almost in an accident with some idiot who decided that signaling a half-second before changing lanes, with me three feet behind the space he's moving into and going 10+ MPH faster would be a good idea, and then arrive only to find out that my therapist took the day off. Of course, she's much better than the previous one (Oh, well, let's practice making conversation with people and ignore your symptoms), but honestly, after six sessions, and her admission that she sees symptoms of bipolar, and believes I definitely have some sort of chemical imbalance, gave me "homework" in the form of what...specific methods of working through bipolar moods? Nope. Maybe a reference to someone who can look into medication? Nope. She tells me to practice talking to my self in the fuck mirror. Because hey, given that I usually don't even feel my facial expressions, this exercise is useless, it's still much more important, than, I don't know, getting to the fucking root of why someone looking at me the wrong way can make me feel enough self-loathing, self-doubt, and general sadness to cause the average person to commit suicide. I remember several people on here saying something along the lines of a mental disorder being like a broken arm, in that it's only your fault if you don't go see a doctor about fixing it. Maybe my experiences have just been unlucky, but I'm starting to think that unless I go see someone who charges $100/hour and has their own building, I'm going to get the equivalent of a MD who sees my humerus sticking out of my arm, and says, "No need for a cast. Take some aspirin, keep good posture, and try not to lift anything too heavy for a few months. Oh, and smile a lot."
Rave: My ultrasound school class has 22 people in it. 18 of which are women. Rant: My ultrasound school class has 22 people in it. 18 of which are women. Granted, I knew what I was getting myself into when I signed up for it. I just didn't think it would feel the way it did. It should still be pretty cool.
Rave....I dont really know what just happened but I think it was a good thing. A step in the right direction. I hope. Cautiously.
Rave: Got a B in my summer class after putting in next to zero effort! Woohoo! Rant: Have yet to start the last class I have to take before I get my degree. It's all online. The damn textbook costs so much I'll have to wait until I get a couple paychecks before I drop cash on it. Rave: I got me a real sugar momma!
Rant: That was just fucking fun. Went to throw the garbage out and turned on the light as I stepped out the door. I look down just as I am about to step on a skunk chilling by the back door. I screamed like a bitch, threw the garbage as I jumped back as fast as I could and made it back inside. Rave: The fuck didn't spray. That scared the fuck out of me. Rant: I didn't close the bag and now I am going to have to go clean up.
RAVE: Our product isn't quite done, but we demo'd it this week at the SIGGRAPH convention here in Vancouver. It went really, really well, and there seemed to be a lot of buzz about what we're doing. We appear to be the first product to take a bunch of individual parts of the animation process and bridge them into one cohesive, distributed process, and mix in a bunch of social aspects. We launch in a few weeks, and they're lining up to try it out for themselves. It's been hard and long work with a ton of sacrifices by all of us involved, but there's light at the end of the tunnel. We're now fairly confident that it's not a train, but actually daylight.
Rant/Rave/WTF: Apparently, high school drama never ends for some folks. My 10 year high school reunion was planned for early September (the Sunday before Labor day, actually). This day was chosen likely because it is a holiday weekend, and many people tend to visit home for the long weekend, so there was a good chance of more people being able to attend. Made logical sense to me, anyway, not that I planned on attending. The whole thing was organized, mostly, via facebook. Today, a 2nd facebook group pops up filled with old classmates who 'can't make it' (some of whom have already spent the money and RSVPed to the event) who want to organize a 2nd reunion on a different date when 'everyone can make it.' Of course, some of the organizers of the first reunion saw this, and got pissed because they've already put a deposit down on the reunion location. First, it is a high school reunion for a class of over 200 people. Not everyone is going to make it. I'd be absolutely fucking FLOORED if 1/3rd of those people made it. Second, this is much less about who can make it on the given date, and much more about old rivalries and grudges and other silliness slipping in. My class is literally going to have two reunions several weeks apart because some of them still seem to carry grudges. ...and my wife wonders why I want to totally avoid this potential clusterfuck. Rave: Football season starts soon. So does Fantasy football season. "There are many things a man can do with his time. This is better than those things."
Rant: My reunion is tomorrow and only about 25 people out of 200+ are going to make it, it makes sense since only about a third of us still live in New England, but it would have been nice to see more people. Rant: Some people said they couldn't afford it which sparked a little drama. I mean it's only $50 a person for something that will only happen once, that's significantly less than a wedding gift. I understand not everyone is doing well, but if you're 28 and you can't spring $50 for your high school reunion just lie and say you have something else going on. For christ's sake I'll be spending more than that on gas and a couple people will be flying in. ????: Only one of my close friends will be making it, this may be a good thing though since I still see my high school buddies regularly and it will force me to interact with the people I like but didn't become friends with. Rave: Fuck it, I got a hotel room where the event is held so the gf and I can get rip-roaring drunk if we feel like it, also we can take shits in privacy after the buffet. This should be a good time, especially since a lot of these people have kids and have really been looking forward to a night without responsibility.
Rant/Rave: Got the call this morning that I'll be headed to SERE school (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, Escape) the beginning of next month. It'll be good to get it over with early in my career. Rave: This means I'll be reporting to my squadron around the beginning of October. Rave: Which means I can take leave all the rest of this month.
Rant: went to the only Casino in my state intending to play $2/3. They no longer run 2/3, so instead I played some 2/5. I got absolutely manhandled. While the rest of the table was forming strategies and shifting gears, I was quietly eating paste in the corner waiting to be victimized. The skill differential was enormous. Ahh well, live and learn.
RANT All of this talk about the TiB meetups makes me sad. Now I know that I could quite easily attend one, I would have no ideas on how to frame it to my normally quite understanding and completely non-controlling husband. He is totally not a play on the internet type of guy. Hell, his only computer is work issued so in off work hours he has no desire to spend any more time on it. He probably has never even seen a message board, let alone "waste" hours posting on one. He has humored me twice before by meeting internet folk (female only, I didn't want him to feel even stranger with thinking I have secret "relationships" with strange men), but "my god, this is weird" was written all over his face. And they were local, so the thought of me traveling and using up precious vacation days to meet up with internet folk would seem even stranger. I can see the explanation now... "so, who are these people and why do you think you need to go to a different city to meet them?" "well, there is this forum that I go to and some people are planning a happy hour. It would be fun" "what is this forum about?" "er.....um.....well....it's called The Idiot Board....we have no commonalities other than the fact that we are all....um .... idiots? So, can I go?" Sigh.... RAVE Farm Aid this weekend. I love me some Neil Young.
RANT - I used to be able to download free mobile porn from Tube8, but they recently changed the site and it no longer works. No more free porn for this guy.
RANT: Someone brought a child into my work place. The child is crying and has been doing so for about 10 minutes. I do not enjoy children crying. It’s not music to my ears. I’d say I don’t like children, but that’s not true. I don’t like parents that don’t remove crying children from my goddamn work place. This is a professional office environment, not a nursery. Visiting time is over when the crying starts, now take your cranky spawn somewhere else. RAVE: The Irish Fair of Minnesota is on Harriet Island in St. Paul. My prediction is that I won't remember much of this weekend, as me and my long time pal John Jameson will be there for most of it. Lots of other friends will be there as well, but John is the only one that truly understands me.
Rant: Getting some blood work done in the morning, so I have to start fasting at 8 PM. What's my darling wife doing? Making Rice Krispies squares. Which she will no doubt eat some of while sitting next to me.