Today was my boss' last day at work - she resigned recently due to a desire to do something else with her life (she's maybe 60 and was sick of politics here). I've been working under her for just shy of three years now and I'm going to miss her. She's always been very easygoing, supportive and helpful when necessary, and unobtrusive when not. ( Read more... )

Finally semi-un-anti-socialed and went up to camp at a lake and wakeboard this weekend with a group of friends. We showed up Saturday night to our redneckilicious campsite - our fire pit had been previously used by a group who had evidently decided it would be a good idea to immolate their carburetor, and while we marveled over that, we were ( Read more... )

most of the way to work today I had a near-life experience ( Read more... )

It's funny; when I was limping around the office, everyone asked what had happened. Now that I'm walking around with sterile thread tied through my lips in nice, neat little knots, the only person that has had the gumption to question it has been my boss. I guess, due to some sort of social conditioning, people aren't comfortable with saying "Hey ( Read more... )

websurfing as I eat, the minor allowance I make for downtime during your typical business day now. I really like Roger Ebert. Not necessarily as a film critic; I agree with him sporadically but can't predict my response to a film based on his. No, it's his writing. While it's often very dry and to the point and generally overanalyitical in a ( Read more... )

that old fucker's still got some kick left in him after all! Mom said she knew he was doing better when he demanded "the prettier nurse."

well, it's pretty much official. as I sit here keeping machines alive, my grandfather is being kept alive by machines. this man who took up arms in the second world war and fought in the islands off the coast of Japan is now one hundred thirty five pounds, greyish, shut-eyed, and nonresponsive. I found this all out ten minutes ago stuck in ( Read more... )

Mom just called to say that she's en route to Sacramento, where ambulances rushed her father last night. I feel shitty. I'm reminded that it's been years since I've seen him or his wife, my only living grandparents. I feel bad for my mom who did not sound well at all. And then I feel bad because I think this is supposed to hit me harder but I'm ( Read more... )

Oof. I was hitting the metaphor pretty hard last night. Me at my hyperbolically ugly best. And yet this morning, it's like the pilot light of pain and pleasure has been re-lit. Oops, there I go with the metaphors again ( Read more... )

I don't have anything to say but I feel compelled to say it.  Or maybe I have plenty to say and I don't know how to express it.  I flip-flop between being so emotionally exhausted that I can't think and losing myself thinking about life, the universe, and everything.  I want catharsis here - I want the action of typing these words rewarded by some ( Read more... )