| Last words... |
[Nov. 19th, 2009|03:03 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Tired | ] |
I was thinking I need to remember to take the tic-tacs home (Vicodin prop from Dr. House costume) so he doesn't need an answer (yet) to the question "Is it possible to overdose on Tic-Tacs?"
Then I ran across a story about a home brewer lamenting putting pluot pits into some home brew an was worrying about the cyanide content of his batch. He went on to say "I'd like to know if I'm worrying about nothing. Or if my last words will be 'Bad Fugu!' Which I guess is pretty ok as last words go."
Ever thought what would be good last words? Ever thought what yours might actually be?
In the apocryphal words of Socrates.... "I drank what?!" |
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| Remembering my days of playing soccer |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:47 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | buried at work | ] |
I remember growing up being told soccer was A- communist and B- not violent/rough. While the ones who argued point A would never listen to reason, often those who argued point B only needed to see a couple games at the high school level and above. It isn't always, and it doesn't have to be... but I do remember the times it did get rough. These ladies obliged a nice stroll down amnesia alley.
http://failblog.org/2009/11/17/sportsmanship-fail/ |
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| sick and tired and still a little broken |
[Oct. 27th, 2009|01:52 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | da couch | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | sick and still slightly broken | ] |
I think being sick with a still not-quite-healed busted foot is definitely the opposite of fun.
That is enough social interaction for today. I'm going back to bed.
Y'all be good to now (don't ask me where that came, my only guess is a fever). |
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| Quasi cross posting crazyness |
[Oct. 2nd, 2009|09:02 am] |
So not really a cross post, but I couldn't bring myself to comment on someone's facebook status that was just begging for it.
"<name redacted> wishes everyone was as happy as the people in the laxative commercials."
And my thought was... "well they know how to let go of the sh*t that is bothering them." Anyone else have a good retort? |
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| Happily (more or less) back to the grind (more or less) |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|12:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | exhausted, but happy | ] |
I'm back in the office today. And it is nice. But oh, can I tell you all I so do not enjoy hopping/swinging/quasi-walking around on crutches. I am going to be toast by the time I get home. |
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| Going slightly mad |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|09:39 am] |
I'm going slightly mad here. Stuck at the dining room table working. Don't get me wrong, glad to be able to and I have plenty to do. I just have this need to get out and do something. Where and what? No idea. Am I going to? Nope. Must keep working for now. I'll head out tonight.
Now that I read this thought to myself... it sounds even weirder than the thought itself does in my brain. Just needed to put it somewhere other than my head. |
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| My unplanned motorcycle get off event |
[Sep. 19th, 2009|02:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Upbeat but ouchey | ] |
Or for those not part of the two wheeled set... it could be called an accident. In my mind it was a valiant effort to keep the shiny side up, but the rubber side failed to want to stay down where it should be.
Before I say anything else, I want to say a quick thanks to those that have expressed sympathy and concern over my injuries. To those that wish to say something along the lines of "you shouldn't ride", "serves you right", "I told you that riding a motorcycle isn't safe", or in general can't express sympathy to another human being after an accident that was not their fault (or if you argue that it is my fault), please stop reading and just keep quiet. Move along.
Now to the majority of you, again thanks, I appreciate your concern. While I'm not going to go run, skip, and jump (different than hop) anytime soon, I am not in that much pain. Ethan, it was much worse than the shard of glass in the heal. As nature's best pain killers wore off it was almost like getting the pins in my thumb, and to paraphrase a friend I wasn't on fire, so it could have hurt worse.
The short story of what happened (for those that wanted to know), I was riding to work. For those that know me well, yes I was wearing a full face helmet, polycarbonate glasses under that, a motorcycle jacket with armor, riding gloves, riding pants with armor, and steel toe boots. When I got on the freeway everything was in good working and well maintained order. In the next 35 miles my rear tire lost ALL air pressure.
It is a sturdy touring tire so it was able to go straight OK, but when I started to exit, the off ramp's downhill angle coupled with weight shift during braking caused it to get a little loose, but nothing really outside of the norm. The off ramp goes down hill a way (during which time I down shifted to 3rd or 2nd from 5th/top gear) and then is a 90 degree right hand turn which ends at a 3-way intersection and a permanent K-rail extends down both sides of the ramp. As I tried to start turning, the rear wheel proceeded to start sliding as well as fish tailing back and forth quickly. I did my best to continue slowing with front brake and slowly letting off the rear tire hoping it would regain some traction.
With ten to fifteen feet left to go until the intersection (the turn had ended by now) I lost my fight to keep the bike off the rail. While still leaned to the right a bit, both tires hit the bottom of the rail and the bike did the logical thing and tipped up into the rail quickly. My left lower leg was between the bike and the rail. I think my foot is probably what bent the shifter up about 90 degrees. And my knee definitely made some solid contact with the concrete wall (right on the upper half of the knee armor). Then without any means of support the bike fell back to the right. No my head never hit anything.
The next bit is fairly a hazy memory thanks to adrenaline and shock. But a car driver stopped and offered to call 911 which I admit I didn't think was necessary at the time. Another rider helped me pick up the bike and get it out of the way of traffic. I doubt either of these people will read it, but I'll put it out into the world that I want to REALLY THANK both of them. It is good to see that when it counts, my fellow angelenos aren't a-holes.
To sum up the rest, work has an amazing emergency ride home program for carpool riders that I qualified for. I quickly got a $120 cab ride home (they even paid for the driver's tip). Urgent care wasn't bad, but took a while for all of the different people stopping to tend to me. Other than bruises on my left leg and a couple strained muscles the extent of the damage was skin having come off my left knee (between a fifty cent piece and silver dollar) and my right index finger's first joint. Urgent care saw my left first metatarsal was broken, but the specialist noted that the next two are also broken and the one after that may also be. However the good news is that all of the bones are lined up correctly (the first one is a little off, but OK). As long as nothing shifts there is no need for surgery and it should hopefully be healed in the standard 6 to 8 weeks.
To those that have called, emailed, and stopped by, thank you again. It means a lot and I'm obviously not getting out a lot in the near future, so I do appreciate the ability to chat with you. |
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| Zombie corp |
[Sep. 9th, 2009|02:14 pm] |
Zombie corp... it may be the only explanation. It definitely is scary, mostly in worrying that they will spread through corporate America. Your job could literally suck your brain out.
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| A fond fairwell to a wonderfull weekend |
[Aug. 31st, 2009|12:14 pm] |
In some ways, coming into work exhausted on a Monday is a great sign of a weekend well spent, or at least a busy one.
Friday - watched a couple movies (Hitman [better than expected] and Bull Durham[Kevin in his element, Tim at his goofiest, and Susan with her own take on a Judeo-Christian ethic]) after a low key dinner.
Saturday - errands and then birthday, bbq (spot on roasted beast - tri tip), games, beer, and friends. A very good night.
Sunday - District 9 (great movie, well done, not uplifting, a director to pay attention to) and Julie&Julia (I may have been the only guy, fun, interesting, and now I am debating cooking my way through that book too). And then working on the home brew.
Batch #2 (Orange blossom sweet mead) got transferred to its third fermentor (the sweet orange peel kept clogging the siphon, so some volume was lost) and added some bitter orange peel and oak chips to take an edge off the sweetness of it. Still need to figure out if it is still fermenting any, or if I am just waiting for it to clear.
Batch #3 (IPA crossed with Belgian Triple) got bottled with some help from a very wonderfully supportive wife. Lost a couple bottles due to questionable sanitation (I'd rather dump it now than be surprised in a bad way later). The hop character pulled back a bit (possible due to oxidation during transfer to the secondary fermenter), and there was a good oak note (for once I managed to get oak into the fscking beer! - unless I was just smelling the smoke from the forest fire). It will be interesting to taste it when it carbonates (hopefully better than the last) and is chilled down (but it wasn't bad at 80 degrees). |
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| Friday's mixed bag |
[Aug. 28th, 2009|10:10 am] |
So today is a mixed bag:
Confused: Someone shot two of the office windows last night, yes they are near my cube, no, the inside pane is not broken (just the outter ones).
Sad: thereifixedit.com won't load for me today
Happy: A coworker reminded me about cuteoverload.com
Mixed emotions: going away happy hour last night for a cool coworker (good time with friends/coworkers, sad to see her go, but she is going to a better job)
Happy: rediscovering tunes on the ipod thanks to musical whiplash shuffle mode. I just ran across some fun mid 90's techno (pumped me up more than coffee this morning) and Helmet's Milquetoast off of Betty (was like a shot of espresso on top of the techno)
Annoyed: someone scheduled an hour meeting for the very end of the day (not 11pm, but the end of my workday), thus guaranteeing an inability to sneak out early |
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| Validated as a brewer |
[Aug. 21st, 2009|10:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | so very very tired | ] |
Now I have made home brew beer before with others, but I am new to being the primary brewer responsible for a batch. And I think it is well established that I am a beer snob (and proud of it). So while my first batch has gotten a smattering of "its good" type comments, I've had this notion of it wasn't everything I wanted it to be. Yes I know practice makes perfect and this is a reason to keep making more.
However last night I had a few coworkes repeat the "its good" comment. But the comment that really gave me the validation to remove my doubts of the taste/quality of my first batch was a coworker picking up a bottle of beer made by a brewery from Massachusetts named for an American Patriot (which will remain nameless), taking a sip of it and then putting it down saying "I like yours better."
Ahhh.... I needed to hear that. |
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| I had a great weekend |
[Aug. 17th, 2009|08:47 pm] |
I had a great weekend. It was filled with much fun, relaxation, and good times. Now I find that reality is a truly harsh mistress. Oh what a month I have in front of me. The deadlines just need to stop dog piling. Ah well, it will pass one way or the other. In the mean time, must remember to stop in here more often. |
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| Little things can have a big effect |
[Jul. 30th, 2009|03:06 pm] |
I'm amazed that little things can have such a big effect. Like a motorcycle cop flashing me the peace sign as he passes me (also on a bike...and this wasn't the first time), or a deadline at work getting moved from late 2010 to this October (sadly also not a first time). |
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| Mandatory temporary cessation of business activities! |
[Jul. 28th, 2009|05:06 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | "That" place | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | broken...no, err. breaked... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the sound of a dozen conference calls (not mine) | ] |
Or "I need to take a quick break."
Breathe in. Breathe out. Not too bad.
OK, let me be positive as I say that I enjoy the fact my job challenges me, I see knew problems daily, I'm not in a rut, and my boss has faith in my abilities (and he even tells me I did a good job every now and again). So no real complaints... but OH do they love giving me work. Admitedly I have this disease buried in my work ethic, where if I can do something to help, I will likely try to (not necessarily offer, but accept the work).
But enough about work... the brew closet is doing nicely and shortly (I have to check the calendar) the third batch will be ready to bottle. Then it is two weeks until the unveiling of an oaked double IPA Belgian Tripel. Should be interesting.
The second batch should be ready to bottle in a couple more months. Yes the second batch is going to be done well after the second batch.
I am eagerly awaiting my chance to taste the beverages, and yet upon hearing this story I was tempted to go dry. But instead I opted to never drink with him.
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| Oh the butter... errr... humanity! |
[Jul. 14th, 2009|12:26 pm] |
Notalwaysright.com is almost always funny and scarey when you consider th implications to humanity.
A gem I just ran across that led only three letters to pass through my brain. W. T. F.
Electronics Store | California, USA (I am helping a customer upgrade his cell phone, which was broken for some reason. I open the phone and set it on the counter.) Customer: “Gosh, I don’t know why it doesn’t–hey! It looks wet in there!” Me: “Oh? Well, it does, but the indicator says it’s not water, or at least it didn’t do any damage to the hardware.” (The customer picks up his phone, sniffs at it, touches the liquid and TASTES it.) Customer: “Oh! OH! The butter!” Me: “…sir…can I ask…how did you–” Customer: “You know, I’d rather not explain that one.”
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