And wouldn't you know it, those are the two things that happened this weekend that I'm not going to go in depth over tonight.
Friday, I finally got some time to run by the post office. Tarakava II, ChocolateFrogs, and Toaraga, your MOCs are on their ways back to you via Priority Mail: they should arrive no later than Wednesday. To recompense my tardiness in their return, I've included something for you: make sure you fully empty the box.
Oh, and PDX is the three letter airport code for Por
YAAAAAYYY!!
"Snickerdoodle" was the inaugural "Word of the Day" back in the summer of 2001. Whenever someone says the word of the day, everyone [in on the joke] within earshot would respond with "YAY!", to the bewilderment of everyone else.
Oh, how I miss being a summer missionary sometimes.
But in any case, the meaning for the utter YAY-ness of this post:
I signed a lease for my pre-Katrina apartment today.
People, I have not been happier in the last 10 months than I am right n
Between my last 3-4 entries, I feel as though I've scared the lot of you BZPers off.
Trust me, this was not by design. I like to be personable. There are just times I feel strongly, and I might have gone over everyone's head. I don't mean to put anyone off.
Unless you would have nothing more than five letters to contribute; I suppose I could do without those kinds of comments.
The Cruisers are over .500 for the first time in their young DEII FFL history, barely slipping past the Caribe Sh
Well, remote relative to New Orleans. I was the only person I saw today with any kind of New Orleans Saints shirt/jersey/something on. Could it have anything to do with being 2 timezones away?
Nah. Black & Gold nation all the way.
Why didn't I post about BrickFest, CF?
Well, for starters, I don't have my own computer up here: I either have to borrow Omi's laptop or use something in the hotel lobby, the latter being the current mode of typing.
It's 1 AM here in Portland. I just got
Vocabulary phrase of the week
Who Dat?: a rallying cry of exuberance and jubilation in reference to the New Orleans Saints franchise of the National Football League. Not to be confused with "Who Dey?" of the Cincinnati Bengals franchise, though it's unclear which predates the other. usage in the following chant, heard many, many times just yesterday evening:
Also: a fan of the New Orleans Saints with a propensity for initiating said chant with little advance notice, though certainly not with
And oh what a voyage it was.
Clearly, I was not able to fly home Monday evening as was scheduled. MSY was closed due to Gustav blowing ashore.
To top that, I had lost my credit card over the course of the weekend: it'd flipped out of my wallet when pulling a keycard, and I never saw it again. Fortunately, no one used it, so my credit standing is okay.
I had that sitting over my head all weekend, though: I couldn't give them a place to send the new credit card Monday because Monday was a h
...I'd say it'd be well worth your time to pick up Rebecca St. James' latest CD, entitled the same as this blog entry. I could say more, but she's already articulated most of it.
As I told Lady K last night (I got to talk to Lady K on YIM! I feel so important! *squeee* ), "God Help Me," the first track on said album, is my newest favorite song. It talks of a early-life crisis in the singer's own life. And I can identify with her, as I'm about 4, maybe 5 months younger than she: as I'm careeni
204¾ lb., 24.0% body fat (yay!)
I wanted to open up with §401(k) of the United States Internal Revenue Code. Really, really I did.
But try as I might, I couldn't find a copy of it online for me to cut & paste. Rest assured that it exists written down somewhere, else I'd have misplaced about $2600 in what should have been a retirement account.
My office is switching 401(k) plan providers today. Er...30 days from today, actually. Dropping MetLife for the CPA firm that already does the
The Cruisers got absolutely manhandled last week. Now 2-3, three games out of the division lead and a game out of the wild card (with a very rough stretch ahead), my season is just about done.
Maybe I should just concede that I don't have a good team, I won't have a good team, and I should just finish paying off the season and dump what good players I have. </self-destructive>
Seriously, though: I had Chase Utley, Roger Clemens, Mike Mussina, Akinori Otsuka, Travis Hafner, Jason Giambi
I guess now (headache-insomnia) is as good a time as any for an update.
I can't help but shake this sense of dread, or of something bad about to happen. I'm not a pessimist per se. It's like I know that something dreadful is waiting around the corner, like when I knew the NL was going to lose the All Star game last night because Dan Uggla is an AL spy Brad Lidge can't help but go Brad Lidge I was rooting for the NL.
Anyway, on with the update: the state board is reviewing my application
That cloud of dust you see was that which had accumulated on a song recorded in 1993 by Audio Adrenaline on their sophomore album, Don't Censor Me, from whence I derived the title of this entry.
Yes, Audio Adrenaline has been around 15 years. And I've been able to follow them for the last 13 of them. It's bad that they must go, but Bob Herdman (lead singer) is literally losing his voice: listen to the difference between "Big House" (recorded in 1993, yet can still be heard on K-LOVE), "Hands
Leaping for joy at the events that transpired down on Poydras Street last night.
Fist pumping as well.
Well, the bowl pool picture is a lot clearer, for me now anyway...
The possible outcomes:
Result: I come away empty-handed.
Result: Third place outright.
Result: I force a tie for second & third place with the CEO of the company, Jimmie Martinez.
Result: I win second place outright.
Result: Yours truly wins the closest bowl pool in recent memory.
Oh, and Nick Saban is s
Yay, happy birthday to me. 29 & holding.
Despite the goings on in Corvalis earlier tonight, my fiancée got me the best gift: an excuse to go to August, a John Besh restaurant. A lovely little corner (though good luck parking) and THE BEST MEAL I HAVE EVER HAD. Seriously. If you get to go, get the gnocchi, save room for dessert, and GET THE CRÉME FRAÎCHE.
I'm so glad I'd never gotten to eat there before: I wouldn't have appreciated how beautiful the meal is.
If you'll pardon me, I'll
Just taking a few moments from what I really should be doing with the Huntwyck maps to give a quick civics lesson.
Kids: remind your parents to vote. Vote yourself, once you get registered. Repeat every November, or don't ever complain about your elected officials.
Saturday, September 30, there is a special election in Louisiana. Filling the Secreteary of State and Commissioner of Insurance (a notorious position in the state government: 3 of the last 4 have served or are serving jail sent
Must move quickly.
Must decipher report template from upstairs, and fill in numbers accordingly.
Must clean up cost estimate that was miraculously finished in one day yesterday.
Must wade through plethora of news leads and post first news item later this afternoon.
Must determine what is wrong with InfoWorks' numerical model, and how to avoid the problem long enough to complete my model runs (time-varying data isn't just spastic, it's now flying out of logical ranges set by system re
Gulf Coast residents are a hardy bunch.
We put up with all manner of heat, humidity, and hurricane, just to bring the rest of you through the heart of the country a port, oil, Mardi Gras, and the best cuisine in the states, in my opinion.
And we do tolerate hurricanes.
Granted, Katrina was scary. An eye-opener at the very least. Several people got spooked, much within their right, and took off for parts north, west, and northeast. Then, you have rest of us, too poor, too old, too settled,
The allure and statement of stripes and circles is something I'll never grasp.
A very circuitously-related opening shot, yes, but a segment from last Sunday's CBS Sunday Morning came to mind, and I had to address it.
Last year, around Halloween, I bought a book.
Tonight, 8½ months later, I finally finished reading it.
Mind you, I wasn't reading it consistently: it was only 31 chapters & 2 appendices (and the last 5 chapters were read tonight).
I'm not going to say that I'm proud
Funny email!
I must preface this by saying that, when I attended graduate school for one semester at the University of Akron, I had aspirations of getting a Ph.D. I still do, but that's a long ways away from me now.
One of the requirements for a doctorate (at U of A, at least) is the ability to speak a second language. While I am functionally bilingual in my own right (Je parle le bien français!), they meant a research language, since my study has nothing to do with language itself.
I see
Mardi Gras was great. Amanda & I caught 5 parades all told: Excalibur, Atlas, d'État, Isis, and Zeus. We could have caught 7 more (Hermes, Morpheus, Muses, Napoleon, Argus, Elks Jeffersonian, and Jefferson), but circumstances didn't allow for it. Specifically, we were too late for Hermes, Morpheus and Muses were taking too long, Napoleon broke down, and after Zeus, Amanda was just plain Mardi-Gras'd out. Pictures are in the process of being uploaded to my maj folder. (I'm just uploading them
206¼ lb., 25.2% body fat
And it's only going to get worse...
The bandwagon is open.
You heard right, folks. The Saints bandwagon is officially open to all.
Unlike the private tortures Red Sox nation or White Sox nation set themselves under, refusing to allow the casual observer or passerby to join in their revelry after decades of heartache and untimely losses wrought by their favorite teams, Black and Gold nation, who has suffered through 40 years of futility, requires no such emotional
Macros are your friends.
Especially when you're making repetitive changes to Excel worksheets.
Now, to convince Excel to let me use the macros I recorded myself, in that they're NOT damaging to my computer.
Gosh, I just love how Microsoft Office XP has taken upon itself to think for me.
In other news, the model is officially behind, but, if it's correct when it wraps up the run tomorrow, I'm back on schedule. Probably won't be, but I can dream that I'm that good.
Now, to validate
21 Major League seasons, all with one team.
2,722 career appearances
2,944 career base hits
282 career home runs
282 career hit-by-pitches
410 career stolen bases
4,586 career total bases
1,782 career runs scored
1,129 career runs batted in
0 combined career clean post-game jerseys and post-season clean batting helmets
Craig Biggio has been one of the great gentlemen of the game. He will likely log 3,000 hits this season, and then retire at the age of 41.
Please, send him to San F
I think I'm going to make it...
By whatever stroke of luck that Helios continues not to cooperate, the amount of work that I have to get done for Friday's report has been pared down to a manageable level. I may escape from this [relatively] unscathed yet!
I just can't forget about the mapping that still needs to be done tomorrow.
I promised a computer component sometime this month, and tonight I deliver.
This is probably the only item that is a replacement more than an upgrade: my
You should see the stars tonight
How they shimmered, shined so bright
Against the black they look so white
Coming down from such a height
To reach me now
Reach me now
You should see the moon in flight
Cuttin' cross the misty night
Softly dancing in sunshine
Reflections of its light
Reach me now
You reach me now
And how could such a thing
Shine its light on me
And make everything
Beautiful again
And you should feel the sun in spring
Comin' out after a rain
Suddenly all
