Sitrep

In a trend that will hopefully not continue, I'm blogging about food again.  Had a coworker come in today with a huge batch of rainbow cupcakes his wife made.  I told him it was like koala bear crapped a rainbow in my brain.  They may have been the best cupcakes I have had in ages.

So, on to why things have been quiet....indeed, too quiet.  Well, in over a couple weeks of online silence for no particular reason, what have I been doing?  To put it bluntly, not a whole lot.  Work has consumed me, and when I'm not at work, I'm either helping a friend with technical issues, or just chatting with my brother.

Though now that the weather is cooling off, I do have some more exciting things coming up in the near future.

This is how you make my day

Last week, I was a bit exasperated by the end of the week, as things had been quite busy.  Then, I come in to work on Friday, and find this on my desk:

Then, to make the story even better, I find another one on my desk this morning.  I have good friends that know my vices, and one of them is my penchant for fine non-alcoholic beverages.  For me, a good Mexican soda can turn any day into a good one.  Thanks again, guys!

Because

I feel today is a day for ridiculously long songs.  Enjoy.

Iron Butterfly - In A Gadda Da Vida

in other news

I remember just a few weeks back, I was talking with my roommate about the Railtown State Park in Jamestown CA.  Haven't been there since I was a kid, but I really want a chance to go there again sometime.  Hopefully it will still be there when I do, as Wikipedia is trying to tell me that it's a prime target for defunding.

If you're not familiar with the place, you may be familiar with some of the movies that were filmed in and around the trains of the state park.  Back to the Future, High Noon, and 3:10 to Yuma were all filmed in the area and featured the trains there.  Aside from that there's a good amount of fascinating history to be had there.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Railtown_1897_State_Historic_Park

Just a handy protip for my youngest brother:

KNOW YOUR VARIANTS!

http://www.designation-systems.net/dusrm/m-9.html
http://www.ausairpower.net/TE-Sidewinder-94.html

Just because the letter is higher, doesn't mean it's better.  The L/M models are the only ones worth fighting with.  The rest are too primitive to be effective; unless it's the X, which is so effective it takes the fun out of everything.

The distinctive fins of the L/M models.

And now you know...

telle est la vie

Oh boy.  Had another one of those "just my luck" moments a while back.  So, the other week I managed to come across a very nice woman who was not only nice, but very attractive, with similar interests, and we had a lot in common, and after endlessly flirting for a couple of hours, she offhandedly remarks that she is happily married, despite not wearing a ring at the time.  Just my friggin luck.

I have now officially moved beyond the dunce cap.

Not just another day

For the rest of my life I will remember.  I will remember where I was, what I saw, what I heard, what everyone said, what I said, and how I felt.  Things like this should not be forgotten, nor marginalized; especially in light of recent events.  May all those who suffered loss be comforted, may justice continue to pursue those who wish harm on the innocent, and that those who dispense that justice may be safe. 

Things I hate #809345

Effing therapists and psychology majors.  Now, before complaining that I'm generalizing, let me explain.  There are a good number of therapists out there doing good work, and I have greatly needed their services before, and have benefited greatly from it.

The ones I'm complaining about are the ones you have trolling around your HR department at work.  You know who you are.  You worthless sacks of crap do nothing but sit around all day and fiddle with security badges while playing Orwellian mind games with everyone about political correctness, and then have the nerve to jump all over my back about how I need to go see a therapist when I happen to be having a stressful day.

You ever stop to think that maybe I actually do real freaking work around here and that it's damn stressful on occasion?  Just cause I have an bad day once every few months doesn't mean I have some kind of issue, or need to be psychologically profiled, it happens to everyone!  I'm just having a bad day!  Why can't you people just suck a lemon and leave me the hell alone?  

I appreciate it when someone takes the time to ask if I'm not doing so good, or ask if they can do something to help, or even when they blatantly tell me off and/or yell at me for being a bit abrasive.  But when some know-nothing blowhard does nothing to help me but to say that I need therapy, boils my blood.  Just hearing that crap makes me so agitated, that I actually want to talk to a therapist about how you seem to insist that I need to see one whenever I stub a toe.  Perhaps it is an issue stemming from your near-worthless degree and you are trying to perpetuate the profession by flooding it with patients who don't need it?  I think that can be analyzed and treated.  Perhaps you can see a therapist about it?

To sum up:

midweek madness

Also, since I forgot to post some music last Sunday, here's some to calm the nerves.

The Proclaimers- There's a Touch

Huh? What day is it?

I've said it before, but I'll say it again.  As much as I like my blog, I can't help but take the occasional break.  Especially when it's a three day weekend kind of scenario.  Anyways, what's been going on?  Sad to say, nothing overly exciting.  My temporary roommate moved out, I watched Star Trek V again with someone who had never seen it before, and I took my temporary roommate to see the Hill AFB Museum.  Okay, so maybe that's more eventful than I let on, but it don't change the fat that it feels like nothing is happening.

I should be super excited that I won't be working a full week, or that I have the apartment all to myself, or that I got to chill with some good friends, but I dunno I just feel kinda odd this week.  I really want to go shooting and get some zen, but alas, I still hurt too much for cash to be able to afford ammo.  Not even enough to blast some space garbage...