The Fat Man Cometh
I have found myself in a Meredith-style funk the last few weeks. No explanation, no reason, and almost no effect on my normal life. The symptoms are limited to a lack of interest in anything entertaining but comic books, video games, and wrestling, a severe apathy for anything work related, and a decided dearth of anything meaningful or witty to say. There's been no new episodes of the OC in 2 weeks, and I don't get anothe new one until next week. I've been pretty much stalled in my diet for over a month, so I've been considering canning what has lately been my identifying gastronomic characteristic, the fAtkin's. Basically, a whole bunch of little things have conspired to make me....blah. That's really the only way to describe it. Blah. Blahblahblahblahblaggityblah.
But fuck that. I'm not Vinnie. I'm not here to be especially funny, nor am I here to occasionally get morose and depressing. It's St. Patrick's day today. It's possibly my favorite holiday of the year. Why, you may ask? Well, the answer to that one is easy: I hate the Irish. How can I love St. Paddy's day and hate the Irish? Easy: on St. Patrick's day, the Irish get shithoused and fight. With each other. There's nothing better than driving through Fanueil Hall (slowly, of course) on this particular day, and watching the drunken hordes stumble around and incite each other into nice little fights. Last year, I had to pick up my brother in the aforementioned Fanueil, and saw an Irish bloke start up with some other guy who happened to be Irish. The fight spilled into the street when the second guy tossed the first guy over the hood of a police car. They both were cuffed almost as fast as they hit the pavement. I love that kind of shit.
Also, this morning was a momentous occasion of sorts. This morning, I hit 225. Considering I started at roughly 300, I've now managed to drop 25% of my bodymass. If it's only going to take another 5 1/2 months to get down to 50% Tony, I'll definitely go for it. More realistically, though, is that I'll manage to get down to 200 for the wedding, and then balloon up into a landwhale again shortly thereafter.
The househunting is going well. We've seen a couple that we liked a lot, but nothing that screams "home" to me. If I don't get that vibe before August, I'm just going to end up getting an apartment for a year so I can save more money for a down payment, and buy next July. I've got a whole bunch of options, including getting a condo/townhouse, but I'd rather not do that unless, like I mentioned, I walk in and it's just something that I have to have. The process is still pretty slow at this point, since I don't want to move to New Hampshire until my job is no longer in Boston (duh, that commute sucks). Ideally, I'll commute to NH for a week or two in August after the wedding, and then either move into an apartment or the new house at the end of the month when my current lease is up.
I also found out that Fidelity will pay for me to go to law school if I want to. My boss said that he was cool with that, since it would be good to have a guy on staff who was an expert in intellectual property law. I told him that if I get my JD, I may still be working for Fidelity, but there's no way in hell I'd still be working for him. He really didn't take it that well.
Jeopardy is coming. Set your VCRs for the potential arrival of PTTV. I wonder if they'll let me play my entrance music?
But fuck that. I'm not Vinnie. I'm not here to be especially funny, nor am I here to occasionally get morose and depressing. It's St. Patrick's day today. It's possibly my favorite holiday of the year. Why, you may ask? Well, the answer to that one is easy: I hate the Irish. How can I love St. Paddy's day and hate the Irish? Easy: on St. Patrick's day, the Irish get shithoused and fight. With each other. There's nothing better than driving through Fanueil Hall (slowly, of course) on this particular day, and watching the drunken hordes stumble around and incite each other into nice little fights. Last year, I had to pick up my brother in the aforementioned Fanueil, and saw an Irish bloke start up with some other guy who happened to be Irish. The fight spilled into the street when the second guy tossed the first guy over the hood of a police car. They both were cuffed almost as fast as they hit the pavement. I love that kind of shit.
Also, this morning was a momentous occasion of sorts. This morning, I hit 225. Considering I started at roughly 300, I've now managed to drop 25% of my bodymass. If it's only going to take another 5 1/2 months to get down to 50% Tony, I'll definitely go for it. More realistically, though, is that I'll manage to get down to 200 for the wedding, and then balloon up into a landwhale again shortly thereafter.
The househunting is going well. We've seen a couple that we liked a lot, but nothing that screams "home" to me. If I don't get that vibe before August, I'm just going to end up getting an apartment for a year so I can save more money for a down payment, and buy next July. I've got a whole bunch of options, including getting a condo/townhouse, but I'd rather not do that unless, like I mentioned, I walk in and it's just something that I have to have. The process is still pretty slow at this point, since I don't want to move to New Hampshire until my job is no longer in Boston (duh, that commute sucks). Ideally, I'll commute to NH for a week or two in August after the wedding, and then either move into an apartment or the new house at the end of the month when my current lease is up.
I also found out that Fidelity will pay for me to go to law school if I want to. My boss said that he was cool with that, since it would be good to have a guy on staff who was an expert in intellectual property law. I told him that if I get my JD, I may still be working for Fidelity, but there's no way in hell I'd still be working for him. He really didn't take it that well.
Jeopardy is coming. Set your VCRs for the potential arrival of PTTV. I wonder if they'll let me play my entrance music?