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I think that next Hallowe'en, I will dress up as Sho'Nuff, the Shogun of Harlem. Either that or Lord Bowler from the Adventures of Brisco County Jr. Apparently, I am in a Julius Carry mood.

Things I have discovered recently:

• (Rotating Shift + End of Daylight Savings + Change in weather + almost no time off in over a month) x Co-workers infected with viruses = Please, please, please let me just crawl into a hole and die!
• The Fermilab cafeteria can not make jambalaya ... however, they do make a passable chicken gumbo.
• I have always wondered what English sounds like to foreigners. Now thanks to this music video, I have a better idea. Stupid LJ-embed still does not work for me, so here is the link. What English Sounds Like to Foreigners.
  
  I have made some other decisions of late. I have been running for the past month to increase my stamina. I am going to run the Chicago Marathon next year. I will sign up at the end of this week, so that I can't back out.
  
  I am going to teach myself to play banjo. I have always wanted to learn to play it. Even longer than wanting to play guitar. My father however refused to allow me to learn because it was too stereotypical. He worked very hard to make sure that I would never grow up to be limited by what other people saw in me. But I'm an adult now. And I still want to learn. So sometime soon, I shall buy a five string, learn the tuning and begin teaching myself to frail. I am especially interested in learning to play the blues on the banjo since so few people use that instrument for that style.
  
  And I want to show my dad that this physicist can also be a dreadlocked,* banjo-playing mulatto and still have the respect of the people around him.
  
  I have broken things off with a couple of the women in my life. In neither case were things serious. They were just people who would occasionally go on dates with me when one or the other of us were lonely.
  
  One, I realized recently, was nothing but a rebound. A crutch. I was just using her to get over someone else. She told me that she had been aware of that the whole time and that it did not bother her. She said that we did not have to stop seeing each other. I disagree; I do not like using people, even unintentionally. And I certainly do not like needing a crutch. I want to stand on my own two feet.
  
  The other woman was never willing to give a straight answer about us. I do not mind just having fun. I do not mind being something more. But I do not like being in limbo.
  
  Oh. And I think I need to get back into playing with electronics in my "spare" time. It has been far too long since I have built anything neat. A trip to Radio Shack for supplies is in order![*] No, I do not have dreadlocks yet, but I will probably start working on them again within a month or two if I decide to grow them again.