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Damnit all.. I found a few lengths of paracord and have been fiddling with them all last night. There's something about a chunk of 550lb rope that is full of possibilities and demands to be played with. Highly entertaining... I even chatted with Falloutboy (via the facebookz) about him wanting me to drive (or be driven) to Lincoln tonight for some "free kegger" of dubious reasons. Meh.. we'll see.

Now I find myself oddly displaced on this ghost day called 'Leap Day'. Maybe the zen evening of playing with rope was all I needed, but frankly I want to head out for lunch but damn Bomb Digs hasn't updated their status if they are out or not. Bastards.

While putzing around last night I realized my Lawyer makes a wicked good cd to code to. He would be super keeeewwwwwlll if there was a third volume. *cough* *cough* I mean it's been a few years.

The French Cafe just closed up shop with no notification, warning, or refunding of gift cards. High school prom kids are howling in anger because that place is a panty dropper. More news at 10.

I was unsure what would great me when I powered through my tired and crabbiness... there were a handful of people and Shelly behind the bar. Mkay. Paul skedaddled right after he was done to "hit the gym"... a few more folk showed up... if anything's good it's my tab was about half of what I would normally drink. Keno gave me back a quarter so that didn't change. Over all - a profound sense of emptiness. Maybe introducing T-Naners with Anna might be a good call.

*sigh*.

*emo face*

Man.. I need more sleep after I spend an hour and so picking things up and putting them down again. Running on five hours of sleep isn't good and I think I ma more sore because of it. Drat it all!

In so many ways I figured Cara's last day at the 'Box would be something crazy or full of bullshit like the night before, but in anything it provided perfect symmetry for when I first met her there oh so many years ago. Of course this all might residual emotional coloring for crying like a lost child after watching the final three episodes of the last season of Babylon 5. I did not miss that odd coincidence as well.

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The Lenten season kicked off in full swing tonight. My Lawyer, his wife, his wife's sister, their brother, and Batman. A few pitchers of beer, hilarious conversation, reinforcement on why kids are bad and travel in packs, and much fun by all.

*psst* Do you want to know a secret? This time next year The Doctor will have no excuse for not making it to St. Vincent's fish fry! Holllaaaaaaaaaa!

Once again my bartender decides to up and leave me... this time the Era of the Cara will come to a close... Drinking nights with Lori at Oscars... then Michelle leaving.. then Anna leaving.. the Margie leaving.. and now Cara. This sucks.

Well that was a shitty consequence of facebook timeline.. I threw a message to The GodMother who then read that and then read a message from 2009 thinking it was recent.. then set into motions some big ol' shit storm that I feel I am only getting the first edge off before it blows over... *sigh* Why does FB think it's a good idea to keep messages from three years ago?

I took lunch at Clancy's today with, what was supposed to be, a few fellow colleagues from my previous employer, but alas only the *real* trooper Commando Kim came. Booo Falloutboy, Pauly D, The Fanastical Mr.Fox, the Brian, Evil Jason, and Robin! Hahaha.. naw, just kidd'n. So a good chit chat on how things are going in both our worlds. It seems that Monday will be a bad day for them - they "go live" with the behemoth of a project the 'Cool Center Kids' have been working on. I hope it works out for them, but from the horror stories I have heard (and read) that might just be wishful thinking.

Good times had by all.. now I get the joy of trying to suss out a "why is this thing happening to this agent this one time when the majority of the time the same program path doesn't do it" via second or third hand relay. Go me.

The Dot and the Line: A Romance in Lower Mathematics

I need to find the rest of the 'Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer' videos.. Probably on dvd somewhere!

The recruiters have been calling me something fierce recently. I just looked at one that, more or less, demanded I send my resume for a job in a state north of here... I scroll down and see the bottom of the email was a reply from February 15... of last year. Odd.

Okay Kashi - you decided to not be outrageously this week so I decided to try another flavor (since the "Cherry Dark Chocolate" was a bust)... This time a sixer of 'Dark Mochca Almond'. Wow.. I can dig this.. Substantially better. Now if you weren't often a buck to a buck fifty more expensive a box than Nature Valley I would stock up.

Off Monday.. Wed, Thur, Fri, Sun nights..

This alleged storm is bearing down on us from the west. I have heard everything from nine-tenths of an inch to thirteen feet. Either way I got my gym time in yesterday night, will hit the store for breakfastie materials tonight, take a nap, and then head to the 'Box for some live music. Assuming the power holds I should be good curled up in my bed watching the rest of Season 5 of Babylon 5.. perhaps even making a dent in the commentary. I should finish up those last two videos on the boebot IDE and upload them to my youtube account.. and get on the graphics for remaking my site. *sigh* So many projects.

Perhaps I'll grab some comics tonight and keep them for tomorrow... yeah.. that might be good.

Note to future self - mystery nurse is straight up crazy is is attempting to play, poorly, head games. Rebuke at all turns.

... it bones for thee!

Tick mother f'n tock!

March 26th, 2012 it's on. It's on like so much donkey kong festering over four years. *MY* rightful domain name I have coveted for all these years hits the expiration date... mmm.. My precious shall be mine!

Expires on: 26-Mar-12

My evening passed without interruption from work... though I would have been hard to wake from a good slumber from Chub's pizza... Er.. Pudgy's Pizza... what ever.. when I am there it's Chubs. It shall always be Chubs. End game - kudos to me.

Chubs/Pudgy's is an unassuming establishment belies really damn good 'za. Though I would probably skip the salad next time - the pizza was wicked good. Oh and get ready to take shit from the owner if you are not a White Sox can.