Okay, that bastard wedding registry is going to go live tonight at midnight content edited

The other thing I'm rushing to deadline is this silly site I'm working on for a class at school. Here it is. . .Community-Voices.com

It's pretty rough because HEY, I HAVE A FULLTIME JOB. I DON"T HAVE TIME TO BE SCREWING AROUND WITH STUPID WEB SITES AND BLOGS!

I GOTTA GO NOW!

I have a couple of friends in New York who are the same age as I am. I asked one of them if he had received any notices regarding his HS reunion. He said he had. Then I asked him the million dollar question. . .would he be attending his reunion. His answer:

"Fuck NO! I hated those fuckers then, I'll probably hate them just as much now. I just can't really even believe that it's been twenty years. Fuck. Now I'm depressed. Thanks a lot."

I guess not everyone needs to revisit ghosts.

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so. on my desk at work I have X-Files action figures, one of Scully and one of Mulder. Someone positioned them so that it looks like they are at a disco.
And. My grandma is coming along on the road trip in May. An interesting twist.

Finally. The reunion is in its planning phase. Now comes the countdown to getting this thing over with. I spoke with Mark last night and I told him, over a guiness, that I need to go back there to make sure I made it out okay. I need to know that everything turned out okay. I need to know that I did not become what I despised.

Surely I am attaching too much signifigance to this event.

On a lighter note. My best friend from 8th and 9th grade signed up on classmates so I had to pay for a membership and send her an email. I actually lived in a different place for a couple of years and this person was my siamese twin during that time. I've often wondered how life turned out for her. I lost touch with her probably somewhere in the 11th grade. I'd like to connect with her and then maybe go to the reunion. Who knows. I may have to choose which one I go to if I can't go to both. It's so weird.

Weird weird weird.

I forgot to mention that I presented my last presentation for my presentations class. I thought I did pretty well but it was touch and go in the beginning because my powerpoint wouldn't load up. The prof was being a dick too and was like, "Hurry up! We don't have all night. . !" which made me lose my cool. But eventually I got everything working and presented. At least it's over. I don't mind presenting but I don't like that teacher. He's a jackass.

Today's blog courtesy of Kevin

So, I am relaxing with my 2nd(or...3rd or 4th) glass of wine and its Saturday and not yet 9am, the shades are still drawn against the Sun and I'm listening to Led Zeppelin("Houses of the Holy" right now, the first was first and the 3rd will be up next) through the headphones because it has to be loud....very loud...and it occurs to me that one of the saddest days in my life was when, after my parents got divorced, my mom took all the Led Zeppelin albums. I am not really sure that this is a forgivable offense. I mean what am I supposed to do? I'm 11 years old with zero income with which to buy records and now I don't have Led Zeppelin. Boston was cool, Jethro Tull was great. There were all sorts of other distractions but none were the 'Zep'.("we've done four already and now we're steady and then they go...." I am probably doing some sort of damage to my hearing right now but I can't stop).I understand that the marriage didn't work out and my sisters have to go live elsewhere with mom and this is going to cause problems forever but the Zeppelin records? That's just cruel.(3rd just started...Immigrant Song..."such a field so green...").
So, given the above, is it any wonder at all that my first girlfriend, Mindy Roady(perfect rock and roll name), at 14(she was 16), was not only the sexiest, most unbelievably gorgeous girl I had ever laid eyes on(and I'd lay good money that 25 years later she's still a knockout...that smile.) but also a complete Zeppelin FREAK? She had every album('In Through the Out Door' would come out when everything was falling apart and when we had both been sent away from eachother and our homes and everything, when I was in San Angelo and she was in Corpus Christi telling me on the phone about the high school guy she slept with before she got exiled from Houston,and I was listening to "Since I've Been Loving You" which is playing now), every poster and she had painted her wall with "Led Zeppelin" in big, as I recall, blue letters with green shadowing. I mean, how could we not fall in love? Or, at least, how could I not fall in love? And how could it NOT cause infinite amounts
of distress and fall apart in a very Rock-n-Roll-horribly-painful-but-really very, very-fun-at-the-same-time way? And you will just have to trust me; It really was very, very fun.
Cheers, Mindy! Wherever you are.(Cue Physical Graffiti).

my mom calls me on Saturday and says in a conspiritorial voice, "are the baseball tickets you bought refundable?"

now see, I had menetioned in the last blog that I was planning a road trip with Mom around Memorial Day. The details go like this: leave Michigan for Pittsburg on Tuesday; baseball game at PNC park Tuesday evening, go to Phila the next day, baseball game Wednesday night.

I've got a new thing where I am trying to see a game in every major league ball park.
So far I've hit these parks:
PacBell
Safeco
Coors Field
Kaufman Stadium
Wrigley Field
Jacob's Field
Yankee Stadium
Camden Yards
Fenway Park

I'm almost a third of the way there. During the roadtrip, I'll add Co-America (detroit), PNC(pitts), and whatever stand-in they have right now in Philadelphia while the new stadium is being built.

Now for the rub. Mom calls.

Can you return the tix?
No.
How much were they?
Why?
Well, I don't want you to get upset about this. . .(which means she does) but your uncle really flipped out on Grandma the other day and called her a C.U.N.T.
Was he fucked up?
Of course, what do you think? Anyway, I don't think she should be alone while I'm in Michigan.
Do you want her to come with?
Yeah, probably.
Well that's fine. I'll just get an extra ticket or something. It's not that big of a deal. Just bring her along. It'll be fine.
Yeah, well, ooh here she comes. You want to talk to her. Don't say anything.

My uncle has a drug and alcohol problem. Pretty serious. So serious that I believe that even if he stopped drinking and shooting up, he would still have major brain damage. He is not the same uncle that I grew up with. It's very sad. Unfortunately, his behavior is very erratic and sometimes very abusive. My mom has been staying with my grandmother since my grandfather died and so has my uncle. I think my grandmother likes having them both around because in a way to her, it's like one big happy family. But really, it's like one big train wreck.

So the end result of the phone call was that I got to heap that load of crap on top of the things that I am already worried about. Hoo HaW!

one of my varied responsibilities is to check the webmaster inbox at work, weed through the spam, and find emails from people with legitimate issues. Lately there have been quite a few emails with crazy subject lines which I believe are the result of an auto-phrase generator. Spammers do that to blast through spam filters.
Anyway, I've saved my favorites.
Here they are:

decontrol carboloy
earthmove middlebury
antebellum mccracken
chicanery innovate
bahrein fealty
paschal downslope
afterthough confocal
microscopy cloudy

On a different note. A friend of mine finished up a five day stint on Jeopardy last night, winning 114,998 in cash, placing him #7 in the biggest winners list and securing him a spot in the Tournament of Champions. Way to go Renzo! It was so exciting to see someone you know, on television, openin' up a can of whoop-ass and puttin a hurtin' on the competition.

Can't wait for the tournament of Champions.

oh oh oh
have a road trip planned with my mom in May. . .more on that in later blogs.

Okay, so Wedding Registry is done and moving into testing. I still have a couple of MINOR things to do but for the most part it's done and I've been doing busy work/playing catch-up all day. I have a teeny presentation tomorrow. . . 3 slides and a chart but that's a real WHATEVER.

anywhooey,
I'm atkinsing it up this week to kick start the weight burn. I'd really like to hit the gym at least once but I'm not going to kick myself on it. Staying away from the beers because they are not the friend of fat-busting.

At least not feeling as manic as I was during that whole project. Sheesh. What a mess. A little more relaxed for Krix = better concentration and more productive.

Looking forward to my California vacation. Was going to stay at this place.

But now I am staying at my friend Dennis's house. I will still have access to this

this

and this



Woohoo!

Among the more surprising survivors of the trade center collapse was a copy of The New York Times from June 23, 1969, slightly torn and rumpled but otherwise intact. It was found preserved inside a hollow box beam, presumably tucked in there by a construction worker. The front page chronicles the death of Judy Garland and the end of Earl Warren's tenure as chief justice of the United States.

If the newspaper was left behind on the day it was printed, it would have been nestled somewhere above the 20th floor of the north tower. After seeing it, Jacqueline Hanley, a senior architect at the Port Authority, said, "How poignant to be reminded of a time when the construction and completion of the two towers was still a dream and a promise, with so many floors and varieties of forces unforeseen ahead."

NYTIMES ONLINE March 31st, 2004 http://www.nytimes.com/2004/03/31/arts/artsspecial/31DUNL.html?pagewanted=2