And I'm just another soul that's come in from the cold....
It occurs to me that I haven't really made a post of any kind of substance for quite some time now. My sincerest apologies, dearly beloved.
Saturday Night Live is finally funny again. Andy Samberg's digital shorts are delightfully silly; like a Graham Chapman for a new generation (Go to hulu.com and check out "People Getting Punched Right Before Eating," "Space Olympics," "Andy Pops Into Frame," and "Board Meeting with Rainn Wilson"). Props to Tina Fey and Chris Parnell for dropping in for election/debate sketches.
I've been talking to a lady. She's pretty badass; lots of tats/piercings, very compatible musical taste, a love of all things sublimely tasteless, is a totally-super-genius, and so on. The only readily apparent downside is... she lives in College Station. (for the record, she hates her school as much as my dad does, but they're paying her obscene amounts of money to do her post-graduate work there. No, really. She told me what they're paying her. It's disgusting) More on this as it develops.
EDIT: So, it would seem that she met someone yesterday and is pretty sure they're gonna start dating. Damn my rotten timing. Oh well.
I recently found out that my (outrageously expensive) health insurance has a cap on prescription drug coverage. This means that after a certain dollar amount claimed in prescribed medication every year, I'm on my own. Which would be understandable, if the cap weren't so low ($3,000? Really? Do these people know what medicine costs these days?) and my medicine weren't so outlandishly expensive. So, I've just had to go cold-turkey off of a medication that has potentially disastrous side-effects for quitting suddenly. If anyone notices anything significantly different in my demeanor over the next month, please let me know. I'm actually kinda scared.
Anslee and I finally had our big talk. (not THE big talk; that happened like a month ago. I meant the big, "so are we still friends?" talk)
I (unfortunately) didn't have much time to talk, but once again, Mr. Mark Salomon is far better at expressing my own feelings than I am. So, I sent her the lyrics to Island, which, for those who know the situation between me and her, sounds like I could've written it specifically about our breaking up.
This to say the things too hard to say
You know my way... it's just my way
But if you should wake one day to find
You don't see yourself as mine
If you should need to leave my side
You'd leave a better man behind...
[But] For each thing that blesses more leave scars
And, baby, you won't hear my voice tonight...
I know no one sees us making this
I feel it, see it in their eyes
But I won't lose sleep
If when they see you, they don't see me
(I won't mind)
In other news...
Work is going much better. I'm getting much more confident in what I'm supposed to be doing, and I've weaned myself back off of caffeine (6 weeks and counting, now). Though, as I've stated, the paychecks border on dangerous, as I border on frighteningly irresponsible with money.
Sarah Palin terrifies me almost as much as Joe Biden, though for very, very different reasons.
This comma-splice-filled nightmare has been brought to you by Apple Computers. That's right, Apple: Making the highest-quality music piracy an industry standard since 2001.
Saturday Night Live is finally funny again. Andy Samberg's digital shorts are delightfully silly; like a Graham Chapman for a new generation (Go to hulu.com and check out "People Getting Punched Right Before Eating," "Space Olympics," "Andy Pops Into Frame," and "Board Meeting with Rainn Wilson"). Props to Tina Fey and Chris Parnell for dropping in for election/debate sketches.
I've been talking to a lady. She's pretty badass; lots of tats/piercings, very compatible musical taste, a love of all things sublimely tasteless, is a totally-super-genius, and so on. The only readily apparent downside is... she lives in College Station. (for the record, she hates her school as much as my dad does, but they're paying her obscene amounts of money to do her post-graduate work there. No, really. She told me what they're paying her. It's disgusting) More on this as it develops.
EDIT: So, it would seem that she met someone yesterday and is pretty sure they're gonna start dating. Damn my rotten timing. Oh well.
I recently found out that my (outrageously expensive) health insurance has a cap on prescription drug coverage. This means that after a certain dollar amount claimed in prescribed medication every year, I'm on my own. Which would be understandable, if the cap weren't so low ($3,000? Really? Do these people know what medicine costs these days?) and my medicine weren't so outlandishly expensive. So, I've just had to go cold-turkey off of a medication that has potentially disastrous side-effects for quitting suddenly. If anyone notices anything significantly different in my demeanor over the next month, please let me know. I'm actually kinda scared.
Anslee and I finally had our big talk. (not THE big talk; that happened like a month ago. I meant the big, "so are we still friends?" talk)
I (unfortunately) didn't have much time to talk, but once again, Mr. Mark Salomon is far better at expressing my own feelings than I am. So, I sent her the lyrics to Island, which, for those who know the situation between me and her, sounds like I could've written it specifically about our breaking up.
This to say the things too hard to say
You know my way... it's just my way
But if you should wake one day to find
You don't see yourself as mine
If you should need to leave my side
You'd leave a better man behind...
[But] For each thing that blesses more leave scars
And, baby, you won't hear my voice tonight...
I know no one sees us making this
I feel it, see it in their eyes
But I won't lose sleep
If when they see you, they don't see me
(I won't mind)
In other news...
Work is going much better. I'm getting much more confident in what I'm supposed to be doing, and I've weaned myself back off of caffeine (6 weeks and counting, now). Though, as I've stated, the paychecks border on dangerous, as I border on frighteningly irresponsible with money.
Sarah Palin terrifies me almost as much as Joe Biden, though for very, very different reasons.
This comma-splice-filled nightmare has been brought to you by Apple Computers. That's right, Apple: Making the highest-quality music piracy an industry standard since 2001.