Thursday, September 29, 2005

30 in 30

Today I am 27 and a half years old. I mention this because it means that in just 30 months I will turn 30. 30 months left before I start the long slow decent into middle age. I keep thinking about this quote that I read a while back: "if your memories exceed your dreams, the end is near". What happened to that idealistic young man I used to know? The one who already had his agenda for his first term as President laid out and was working on his goals for the second....it seems he has been replaced by someone who gets caught up in the practicality of every day life. But that's supposed to happen to you AFTER you hit 30. It seems I'm a little early - I need to do something about that. I have 912 days left to do so.....

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Stupid Internet personality test

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest:
You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you.

At Your Lowest:
You require a lot of attention and praise.

In Love:
You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are.

How You're Attractive:
You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic.

Your Eternal Question:
"Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

Well, that's disturbingly accurate. Except for the "eternal question" part. I rather tend to think that my eternal question is more along the lines of "where is my next meal coming from?".....

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Go! Fight! Win!

Stacy was kind enough to invite Allison and I to the South Carolina/Troy football game yesterday. We left for Columbia at 2PM, stopped at some place called "Dukes BBQ" that Stacy swears by (quite good - need to get one in Bluffton), then got to the stadium. After spending obscene amounts of money on concessions we settled in and watched the game. I must say that while I'm sure I would have been more excited had I had a vested interest in either of the teams playing, it was still a great time. I do enjoying going to a live football game every once in a while. You tend to lose perspective when you only watch it on TV. Thanks for the invite Stacy - maybe someday we'll go to the Clemson game with you, and this time when I wear my orange and blue I'll get yelled at have have things thrown at me.....ahh.....good times.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Cruel Summer

It just dawned on me that today is the last day of summer. Even though this date feels largely symbolic, given that it was in the 90's today, I still find this fact pleasing. Goodbye summer of 2005....how about you let the door nail you in the ass on the way out....

"Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning I sit around trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry strange voices are saying (ah, what did they say) things I can't understand it's too close for comfort this heat has got right out of hand It's a cruel, (cruel) cruel summer leaving me here on my own it's a cruel, (it's a cruel) cruel summer now you're gone you're not the only one it's a cruel The city is crowded, my friends are away, and I'm on my own it's too hot to handle so I gotta get up and go, and go It's a cruel, (cruel) cruel summer leaving me here on my own it's a cruel, (it's a cruel) cruel summer now you're gone you'e not the only one"

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Holding my tongue

I have spoken on this blog in the past about how much I dig my job, and the people that I work with. However, there is one downside to my job - I have to keep my mouth shut sometimes. I am VERY fortunate that my position rarely requires me to interact with the public. 99% of the time I speak to someone from the outside world it's because customer service has transfered a person with a question about the website to me by accident. This is a good thing, because my people skills, in a word, bite.

However, this past week I have really, REALLY wanted to give the general public a piece of my mind. We have recently re-designed the Island Packet's website. The usual suspects who hate change in any form in their lives came out in full force to voice their meaningless displeasure with us. It's not so much that they are bitching about the new look - it's the arrogance, the "I know better" attitude that I am particularly annoyed by. These people cannot apparently fathom that we might have had a reason for doing things the way we've done them.

However, as I have nothing to do with the website, I can add nothing constructive to the discussion, so I have to refrain from commenting. For someone like me, who does not easily sit back and let his friends be attacked in any manner, this is a very difficult thing to do. My hats off to Chris and Brian, who not only have to actually interact with these melvins, but do so in a courteous, professional manner. My hats off to you gentlemen.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Pardon me.....I have nothing to say

So what does one talk about on his blog when one has had nothing interesting of note happen to him lately, and the only semi-interesting story to tell has already been told by his wife? I guess you just talk about how there's nothing to talk about. Which should make for an utterly fascinating post, even by my standards. Enjoy.

Monday, September 05, 2005

I coulda been a Mathlete

I am a fast food connoisseur. McDonalds, Arbys, Wendy's, Popeyes.....hell, even Subway. I have seen and done it all as far as those places go - at least I thought I had until today. Today....I had the strangest experience I've ever had. I found myself at Burger King for lunch, and when I got up to the counter I ordered my food just like I've done a million times. I could tell something was wrong immediately though, as I had to repeat my order 3 times since the woman was clearly having trouble putting it into the register. When she finally got it right, she told me my total was $7.90. I gave her a $20 dollar bill, and waited patiently for my change. I could tell she was having trouble....then things simply went berserk. She took my receipt that had my order number on it back from me - literally, took it out of my hand. She then proceeded to grab a pen, and WROTE this down on my receipt:

20.00
- 7.90
______

Now, at this point I'm in a state of shock, not fully realizing what I'm seeing. She's crossing out zeros, and she's doing her best - but she can't get it. I mean, she writes it down 3 times, and each time she can't figure it out. She must be panicking I'm thinking....so I figure I'll just give her some time....which is why I nearly passed out from shock when she proceeded to TAKE THE NEXT PERSON'S ORDER while still holding my $20 bill and while I'm still standing there! She gets her order right on the first try, then proceeds to enter the $5.00 that she was given into the register, which promptly spat out 17 cents change to the dude behind me. So anyway, she looks at me and says "just a minute sir" and punches in some more info into the register. It opens and she pulls out a $10 dollar bill and a $1 dollar bill....and a dime. Now, I suck at math. I mean, the only class I ever failed in school was Algebra 1. But even with my rudimentary math skills, I was instantly aware that I was coming up a buck short. So I politely asked her if the total was indeed $7.90. She said "yes". I then asked if I had given her a $20, and she said "yes". At that point I said "ok, so then the change should be $12.10". To her credit, she handed me another $1 dollar bill without argument, and I got my food without further incident. However, I spent the rest of my lunch pondering just how close we all are to total anarchy were those cash registers in fast food places to stop working for an extended period of time. Can you imagine if the majority of Americans had to do math in their head? We'd be pretty screwed - and I'd die of starvation.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Reason enough to have kids


So Allison is in Atlanta for a few days, leaving me with lots (and lots) of time on my hands this holiday weekend. I tried to spend as much of it as I could catching up on stuff at work, but I've done everything I can do there and the 3 day weekend isn't even half over :( so how to spend the last Sunday without football for the next several months? I know....I'll mindlessly surf the internet! I don't do that nearly enough....so in the first 10 minutes I stumble across the decor for my unborn child's bedroom. What luck! See, I'm thinking start the kid off with this, then gradually move them to the Broncos bedroom set when they get a little older. What if I have a girl you ask? Hey, there are lots of female Jedi, although my daughter prolly won't be blue.