Today was a decent day over all. No process work, b had the look that he was going to deck dk for telling us misinformation on the sequence diagram and M.V.VM, and I finally got my damn Silverlight test project to hook up to my local database. Real accomplishments today.

UNMC gave me a ring to check on references for a buddy who sort of worked under me (and I may have sort of officiated her wedding) and it was all glowing reviews in my best boss voice.

I finished up the 'your girlfriends will hate your futuon' chapters between fiddling with my Silverlight app in new and fun ways. I head out a bit late, and cruise home. A block away from work I flag a guy to cross the street and he then proceeds to ask what time it is then suddenly he's up at my passenger side door. Fuck. I glance down at Jane and my phone. I hope this guy doesn't snag them and I need to pursue on foot! Hey lookie! It's the same chap that had car problems a month or so ago when I was leaving work. Whoops.. his damn car is acting up again and he wonders if anyone in this neighborhood is helpful anymore. Sorry sir I don't live here and I would like to drive off. He flags his shopping catalog around and then asks if I have a buck seventy three on me. Say what? How come this guy always asks for odd amounts?

Regardless I take off after increasing my chatter with some colorful language (who's going to out crazy who now, eh?) and my life-gadgets in check. I am humming away nicely on Dodge happy as a clam and I wonder why. Is my uplifted mood due to getting work done? To the futon series being so fucking amazing? I don't know. It was great evening commute peppered with a good sunset, a devil may care attitude, and a sick attention to detail watching the grass in the media (backed up on the off ramp) dance in the fall breeze. This hyper focus spread to me stopping in my apartment complex hallway and watching the dust and bugs float around in the orange glow of the sun. Inside I get to watch last week's episode of Bones because it was all about the Jersey Shore Tribe and it was well worth the price of admission to see Bones flex on a guido to back down his aggression.

I am happily reading the latest issue of 2D Artist with already a good strong feel of the next chunk of art I am going to play around with. I am going to shoot for a more of a painterly feel (hell I might use Painter to do it) and it will keep with my Plains Trolls theme. Now if I could only paint a fucking horse.

In about twenty minutes I am going to get my jog on or as the Swedes call it "yog". I feel silly, but the temperatures dropping nicely. This should be fun as long as I don't get shin splints and stop feeling irrationally stupid about doing it. It's nice to have a break from the usual katamari ball of thoughts and used goods rolling around in my head.

Cliff notes:
- feeling irrationally happy