Feb 02, 2007 00:03
So, it's been really cold here (55 degrees, I'm a wuss, shut your cake hole) and I've taken to riding my bike on a trainer in the warmth and comfort of my living room. Some observations I've taken from my time in front of the television while chugging along for an hour or so daily:
- If you haven't watched 'CSI: Miami,' you should really start. And I'm not even asking you to invest in an entire episode; David Caruso deserves an Emmy for his pre-credit one-liners. I'm serious.
- News segments revolving around cute animal tricks aren't cute at all.
- Commercials for feminine hygeine products must end.
- Fox should really stop referring to Jack Bauer as "a real American hero." The real irony behind this comment is that Jack Bauer is a fictitious character and Kiefer Sutherland roamed around Santa Cruz in the 80's with a mullet and an earring.
- Remaining on the subject of '24'...does it disturb anybody else that Barack Obama is gaining popularity because David Palmer was a good black TV president? As a side note, Dennis Haysbert is selling Allstate Insurance like hotcakes.
- Boston law enforcement officials are fucking retarded.
Now let's go to rapid fire updates on my life (I'm narcissistic): I'm still working 40 hours a week for 3E Company. It's work. It pays bills/mortgage. It's fine. If the Chargers move their stadium to Oceanside it would be 2 miles from my house and Audra and I would make a fortune when we refinance. Please, pray for this to happen. I like easy money. Mike is moving in with Audra and I for a month. This period of time will most likely be spent going on bike rides, playing video games, drinking, listening to records, tossing darts, and doing other things that revolve around ignoring responsibilities we shouldn't have at 23. I'm working on an in with a job for the Padres and will start going to night school courses to begin getting my teaching credentials in the summer. I don't know how these things are related, but yeah...
I'm living a pretty modest life from the last time most of you saw me, which pretty much translates to "I have no money." That's fine, though. It just means my gut is disappearing because I can't afford beer and I don't have to rely on my parents and their sweet sweet money. Now excuse me, because it's past my bedtime and I have lives to save tomorrow as I sift through the bureaucratic bullshit of hazardous materials consulting that is my work.
P.S. Livejournal's map function doesn't work for shit.