11/10: Scatter gun approach..
Here's a quick gun of topics of note from the last few days.
The wedding was great for the lil' sis. I was sweating up a storm in that bastard tux because of some sort of Pavlov's anxiety attack of being in a suit. There is rarely a good reason for me being in a suit.. district meetings, weddings, or funerals. Ugh. I am also amazed at the magical nature of weddings.. drink, drink, drink, and still sober. An hour after the carriage turns into a pumpkin and I am riding the hammered train making a questionably bad life choice wheeling around town putting the savage burn on another bar location.
My cousins were set on getting me setup with the photographer for the wedding. Sarah.. you can see her facebook profile from the notification we are now friends for those of you who are snoopy. It would have been embarrassing at the time but frankly I was busy doing wedding stuff. We'll see how this one goes.
My cousin Ryan advocated I start looking into defense contractor jobs setting up networks and computer-ie shit on military bases in the green zones. That might be an avenue of fun and sight seeing.. I could pull up stakes and go hang out in Bosnia or something for "little work, triple the pay, and awesome benefits". Okay itt.com I shall keep you on the radar.
I am now moderately concerned about my buddy. He skipped out of the wedding, to much of my relatives dismay, and only offered the response his girlfriend was ill and would call me Saturday. He didn't call Saturday so I phoned him then and Sunday. No response. After the episode a few Tuesdays ago I am now worried that: a. he did something to himself, or b. his girlfriend is ill and that will affect her and the little baby boy she is carrying. Of course all of this could be him ducking me because he was too drunk to go and doesn't want to have me explain it. Regardless I left him a voicemail in addition to thinking I was texting *her* number when in fact it was probably his house land line. Oh well. I threw an email to his sister to see what's up and that should sufficiently stir up the pot to get an f'n response.
What the hell is up with the D? A text to him and no response? That is very unlike him.
I thought Bubbi's passenger window dropped out on me last night. Nope it was the stupid switch disconnecting from the bumpy travel (I took off the crap electricians tape holding it together a few days ago when I was inspecting it). Thankfully the new one I threw in (before I was going to plastic up that window) worked like a charm. I should have done that earlier. Now my Lawyer has full access to his window's down AND up controls.
No news on Mysterynurse.. that's good I think.
The Yankees swept the Twins. Rock on!
I had a fucked up dream last night of me, my Special Agent friend, Zach Morris, and AC Slater being sent to Cuba to smuggle out a scientist from a prison. It was an in depth plan detailing his defection to the US, but we had to set up charter boats and jet skis to avoid flying out.
The wedding was great for the lil' sis. I was sweating up a storm in that bastard tux because of some sort of Pavlov's anxiety attack of being in a suit. There is rarely a good reason for me being in a suit.. district meetings, weddings, or funerals. Ugh. I am also amazed at the magical nature of weddings.. drink, drink, drink, and still sober. An hour after the carriage turns into a pumpkin and I am riding the hammered train making a questionably bad life choice wheeling around town putting the savage burn on another bar location.
My cousins were set on getting me setup with the photographer for the wedding. Sarah.. you can see her facebook profile from the notification we are now friends for those of you who are snoopy. It would have been embarrassing at the time but frankly I was busy doing wedding stuff. We'll see how this one goes.
My cousin Ryan advocated I start looking into defense contractor jobs setting up networks and computer-ie shit on military bases in the green zones. That might be an avenue of fun and sight seeing.. I could pull up stakes and go hang out in Bosnia or something for "little work, triple the pay, and awesome benefits". Okay itt.com I shall keep you on the radar.
I am now moderately concerned about my buddy. He skipped out of the wedding, to much of my relatives dismay, and only offered the response his girlfriend was ill and would call me Saturday. He didn't call Saturday so I phoned him then and Sunday. No response. After the episode a few Tuesdays ago I am now worried that: a. he did something to himself, or b. his girlfriend is ill and that will affect her and the little baby boy she is carrying. Of course all of this could be him ducking me because he was too drunk to go and doesn't want to have me explain it. Regardless I left him a voicemail in addition to thinking I was texting *her* number when in fact it was probably his house land line. Oh well. I threw an email to his sister to see what's up and that should sufficiently stir up the pot to get an f'n response.
What the hell is up with the D? A text to him and no response? That is very unlike him.
I thought Bubbi's passenger window dropped out on me last night. Nope it was the stupid switch disconnecting from the bumpy travel (I took off the crap electricians tape holding it together a few days ago when I was inspecting it). Thankfully the new one I threw in (before I was going to plastic up that window) worked like a charm. I should have done that earlier. Now my Lawyer has full access to his window's down AND up controls.
No news on Mysterynurse.. that's good I think.
The Yankees swept the Twins. Rock on!
I had a fucked up dream last night of me, my Special Agent friend, Zach Morris, and AC Slater being sent to Cuba to smuggle out a scientist from a prison. It was an in depth plan detailing his defection to the US, but we had to set up charter boats and jet skis to avoid flying out.
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