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September 2nd, 2008
Bob Loblaw
I really am a boring person. I spend the majority of my time working, sleeping, playing The Sims or some other game, reading, watching TV–well, you get the idea. I like to stay at home and be a lazy bum.
Despite this, on the rare occasion that I do leave my apartment, the stupidest and most absurd fucking shit happens. Tonight was one of those nights.
On my way home from work, I stopped by Barnes and Noble. I’ve been flying through my Sookie Stackhouse vampire novels like mad and didn’t want to wait for the next one to ship from Amazon. I took a little while longer than I intended, because despite the fact that the series is getting an HBO show made out of it (or perhaps because of it?), they didn’t have many of the books. So I went searching around a bit to make sure they weren’t on a special display somewhere. And they weren’t, of course, College Station Barnes and Noble just sucks. But they had two of the four I was going for, so I guess that’s okay.
Andy has been sick so he asked if I could pick up dinner on the way home. We decide on McAlister’s Deli. He calls it in and I take off. McAlister’s is quite close to B&N, so I sit in my car and read the back of my new books for a few minutes before walking in to get the food.
I’m still early when I walk in, and no one is in front of the to-go checkout line. So I just stand there and look around at the lovely wall decorations. Well, a minute or two later, an older woman walks in the door, looking like she too is waiting for a to-go order. She stands behind me a few seconds, and then taps me on the shoulder.
Uh oh.
Her: “Did you know I’ve been praying for you?”
Me: “Huh?”
Her: “I saw you out in the car, and I just wanted to let you know I was praying to God about you.”
Now, at this point, bear in mind I’m in College Station, Texas which is why I assumed what I did. This woman had white hair tied back in a low bun and was wearing a long flower-patterned dress. My first thoughts of course were that she was some religious fanatic trying to sell me on something.
Then she opened her mouth some more. I will tell you she said all of these things, and I’m not exaggerating, though I may get them out of actual order, as my brain was in OHMYSHIT mode the entire time.
Her: “I’ve been talking to God, and I want to tell you that we’re going to make you like you were when you were 15. You’ll never grow a day older again.”
(I did not enjoy being 15, it was an awful, yucky, awkward stage and why anyone would want to be 15 for life is beyond me.)
Her, continuing: “You’ll never gain any more weight–and your teeth, let me see your teeth.”
She then grins to show her teeth and tells me to do this as well so she can get a look at them. I oblige.
Her: “Well your teeth are pretty white and straight. Okay, God? Do you hear me? We’ll keep her teeth exactly as they are now. Okay. What eye color would you like? Aqua?”
Me: “I kinda like my eye color as it is now.”
Her: “Okay, God, she likes her eye color, we’ll keep that the same. How about your hair? Is that your natural hair color?”
Me: “Well the roots are.” I bend down to show her. HAHA.
Her, pointing to the middle of my hair: “Well, let’s make her hair this golden red color all over forever. How about your bra size? How tall are you? 5′8″?”
Me: “No, I’m 5′6″.”
Her: “Oh okay, so what do you want a B cup?”
I shrugged. (I’m a D by the way, lol.)
Her: “God, let’s give her a perky B cup with bright pointy nipples.”
I honestly don’t remember if she said pointy or pink, but erm, either way, this was going downhill fast.
Her, continuing: “How about shoe size? What would you like a 5 or 5 and a half?”
Me: “8.”
Her: “Oh no, you want to go down. 5 or 5 and a half?”
Me: “Okay, 5 and a half.”
Her: “Okay God, do you hear me? Now lets give her nice naturally rosy cheeks and pink lips.”
She either pauses for a bit now, or I space out a bit and check to see if anyone is at the fucking to-go counter yet. They’re not. And now the big kicker comes.
Her: “I tell you what,” she says to me with a big grin, “I’m going to write you a cashier’s check!”
Me: “Okay.”
Her: “Now what’s your name?”
I should have made something up, but fuck, I was frazzled! Me: “Jaclyn”
Her: “Spell that–J-A-C-K–”
Me: “No, J-A-C-L”
Her: “J-A-C-K”
Me: “LYN”
Her: “Okay God, do you have that. We’re going to make it out to Jacklyn. I’m going to write you a check for one trillion million dollars.”
I am not making this up. One trillion million dollars. At this point someone is at the to-go counter. She’s still babbling to God about writing me this check. I pay for my food and as I turn to leave,
Her: “Do you have time to sit down?”
Me: “No, I really need to go…”
Her: “Can you wait in your car a minute? I’ll be there in just a minute.”
Me: “Okay.”
She then goes up and orders an iced tea or something and I bolt my fucking ass out of there as fast as I can move. I turn the engine on and peel out without putting on my seatbelt or glasses until I’m already moving.
Most likely she’s just a harmless old lady with severe mental problems, but hell, you never know with crazy people, and I didn’t want to stick around to find out. I was both as amused and creeped out as I’ve ever been.
It’s bothering me a bit now that I couldn’t think up a fake name. And that she saw me in my car? Hopefully she’s just senseless crazy and has already forgotten about me. I’m crossing my fingers anyway.
SO HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT? Can you top that? I motherfucking doubt it!
August 11th, 2008
Bob Loblaw
The goal of this entry will be to get a certain song in your head. If you recognize it by the title alone and it’s already in your head, MAJOR BONUS POINTS.
Flesh and bone by the telephone.
For reasons of insane boredom, I was reading over posts on my old blog, that I eventually made private and told everyone just to go here. The old blog that had infamous titles such as: Apathy, Fuck Wednesdays, and finally Wednesdays Shmensdays. I think it should have been Schmensdays, but oh well.
I think I forgot for a bit my intense distaste for Wednesdays. Lift up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer. Maybe I’ve been too busy to hate them lately, or maybe, just maybe, it’s gotten to the point where everyday I have to get up early and sit in one spot for eight hours is a Wednesday.
Yeah. Fuck Wednesdays. Reach out and touch faith.
Anyway, my point was, one of my posts in that old blog had this song’s lyrics in it, and it immediately got in my head. So, I felt the need to spread the love. I will deliver, you know I’m a forgiver.
I used to post in that blog much more often than I post here. I know I wasn’t more interesting back then, but I guess I just had more to say about nothing. Which, I can imagine you’re thinking is quite hard to believe after making it this far through this entry.
I really don’t have a whole lot new going on. My cousin, who is in college here in my town, is “staying” with us for a few weeks. I put that in quotes, because she’s busy with sorority stuff and probably won’t be around much. HOWEVER! Just her coming here gave me reason to make Andy clean the dumpster of our second bedroom. I hadn’t been able to walk in there for a year at least. I fucking swear, Andy had unopened mail on the floor from 2005. Now I’m not the neatest person in the world by a long shot, but hot damn, it was new levels of ridiculous in there. He puts Fred Sanford to shame.
So, it’s clean now, as is the rest of the apartment, and it’s quite heavenly. I hope we can keep it that way for at least a little while.
I have nothing else to say, except: Your own. Personal. Jesus.
August 3rd, 2008
Bob Loblaw
I swear, the stupidest shit happens to Andy and me sometimes.
We spent most of our Saturday cleaning the absurdly dirty apartment, after waking up at 5pm and eating breakfast. Around 1:30am (or excuse me, 1:50, according to Andy) we decided to go out and get some dinner.
Usually, for a few reasons, one being that I’m really annoying, I drive us around. But I didn’t feel like it tonight, so Andy drove us instead. We leave the apartment and get out to the main road where the speed limit is 65mph.
Suddenly, we see a deer run across the road. We slow down as much as we can and it makes it across safely. Well, perhaps a half second, or full second later–KABLAMO–a second deer runs into the side of Andy’s car. Yes, the side of the mother fucking car.
I of course scream, and Andy pulls over. We get out and sure enough, the side of the door is all banged in, and also the headlight is smashed up somehow. Fuckin’eh. So next we turn around and go see what happened to the deer.
It’s crouched in the middle of the road with it’s head sticking up and turns to look at us as we pull up. A car is approaching behind us, so Andy turns on his hazard lights. The car pull into the other lane to pass us, then stops as he sees the deer. And then, the deer hurries and limps off the road into the woods.
Bloody. Hell. I’m still trying to figure out why that deer continued to cross the road like that. While it can be expected for deer to run in groups, there’s just no way we could have seen that one coming. We were already passed it! Just plain insane is what that is. I don’t know if the deer will be okay, but it ran into the woods so there isn’t anything we could really do about it.
I’m going to have nightmares now about almost killing fucking Bambi. SO, how’s your weekend going!?
July 20th, 2008
Bob Loblaw
I did not have a very good week. I guess I’ll start at the beginning–last Monday afternoon.
I had to go to New Mexico for work. The plan was to fly out of the College Station airport to DFW, then make a connecting flight to El Paso, and drive to Las Cruces from there.
The airport in College Station is not much of one. To my knowledge, it only flies to Dallas and Houston. With the airline business and all things in general being in the crapper, flights from College Station are often canceled or delayed. Ours was delayed. Delayed enough that we just missed our connecting flight from DFW to El Paso by only a few minutes. Fantastic.
We traveled in a group of six. Four of us booked tickets earlier than the other two, because it wasn’t decided that the other two would be going on this trip until later. I was in the latter group of two. So, when we went up to the counter to receive new boarding passes for a later flight to El Paso, the first group of four got confirmed first class tickets on the next flight out to El Paso at 4pm, while the remaining two of us only got standby on the 4pm flight, and confirmed seats (not first class!) on the flight out at 5:40pm.
When boarding time arrives for the 4pm flight, we soon learn that there is absolutely no chance standby will get a seat. So our four co-workers board and fly in luxury to El Paso, while one of my bosses (Dr. J) and I sit around and wait another two hours.
At some point during our wait, Dr. J checks the screen to see if our flight is still on time. Guess what? It’s been delayed until 6pm and they’ve changed gates on us! Joy! So we truck it 15 gates down and sit and wait some more. As 6pm rolls around, someone comes on the speaker and tells us that boarding will be delayed further due to some sort of “maintenance issue” on the plane. Awesome!
Eventually we get on the plane. It was probably 6:30 or 7. But wait! The fun isn’t over yet! There was another 20 minute or so delay on the runway. How does this happen? Apparently some planes got mixed up. Or something. Ridiculous.
Whatever. We eventually get there.
Unfortunately for me, this is only the beginning of fun.
That night, I managed to have an episode with my diabetes. I talk about it on here often enough, but if you don’t already know, I’m type 1 diabetic, known a long time ago as juvenile diabetes, or insulin dependent diabetes. I was diagnosed late in life for a type 1, at age 18. I take insulin shots everyday, and if I didn’t, I wouldn’t make it very long. Recently, I started taking a different kind of insulin. My doctor’s solution after my last 3 month blood sugar average was higher than he liked. I’ve been taking this new insulin regime without major incident for a few weeks.
Back to Monday night. I was low before I went to bed. My glucometer read 54. Ugh. So I ate a snack and got it to over 100 before falling asleep (for reference, normal people levels are around 80 to 120 mg/dL). Of course, this just wasn’t good enough. I kind of remember waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. A brief flash, of sorts. But the next thing I know, it’s about 6am, and my pillow and sheets are covered in blood. And my tongue fucking hurts.
Apparently, I seizured from low blood sugar during the night. This has happened to me before, perhaps three other times in my life. But this is the first time it’s happened when I was alone. All the other times Andy witnessed it, and was able to get my blood sugar back up for me. My previous seizures always left my legs sore as hell. Sore like after you get a charlie horse. This time though, my legs weren’t sore, but my back was. But shortly after I woke up, the back pain was pale in comparison to the pain in my mouth from damn near biting my tongue off. It was not a pretty sight. I’m sure the hotel maids were thrilled to clean up the mess I made of the bed too. Haha.
But, luckily, I did manage to wake up, get dressed, and get on with my day. I went to the conference, and made it through the morning and half of the afternoon before my back just couldn’t take it anymore. I was struggling sitting through the afternoon presentations big time. So during the afternoon break, I thought it might help my back if I went to the other room and just lay down on the floor for a few minutes.
Bad idea. Horrible. What was I thinking? Sure, it felt better when I was lying down. But fuck me if I could get back up. I couldn’t even sit up or turn my body without immense pain. But I had to do it. I couldn’t just lay on the floor like that. So I got up without screaming, and went back out to sit down. A woman at the conference saw me, and apparently I wasn’t looking so hot, so she got some of my co-workers and they took me back to my hotel room.
I immediately changed and got into bed, and remained there for the next couple hours and slept. When I awoke, I immediately realized I had a problem. I couldn’t move without wanting to die. Luckily, I kept my cell phone close, so I could reach it when my co-workers called. They first tried the hotel phone, which was out of reach, I figured out. I was in a sad, sad state.
They had to call the paramedics. How humiliating. But I agreed to it, because what else could I do? I was damn stuck. There was no way I was getting up on my feet.
The paramedics arrive. They hear about my diabetic issue that caused the whole thing. Apparently diabetes is an automatic special case freak out for everyone. Ha. Anyway, they want to make sure my blood sugar level is okay. Of course, it’s not. It started out okay. Then dropped to 71. Then 44. Then the paramedics made me eat this disgusting sugar in a tube. And many minutes later I was in the hospital hoping to god someone just hurry the fuck up and give me pain meds for my back.
It was a pretty slow process, but eventually I came out of it with three prescriptions for pain meds/muscle relaxers. Yippee.
I slept through the next day. I missed my presentation, which was the whole reason for me going to this conference in the first place, but oh well. My blood sugar levels have been insane ever since. Just low low low. I can’t make any sense of it. It’s like the insulin turned into super insulin, or my pancreas decided to all of a sudden work after 9 years of spurting out nothing.
Throughout the rest of the trip, I was taking much less insulin than normal. I even skipped some shots altogether, and I was still winding up low. Today has been closer to normal, I think. Well, not normal normal. But I skipped my shot with dinner last night, was 170 before bed, so I didn’t want to take anything out of immense fear of going low, then I woke up at 292. Which is what should happen. So while 292 in itself is bad, it’s more normal for my circumstances. And it’s been running higher all day, as I’m just not sure what to do with myself anymore. If some sense of sanity doesn’t return, I’ll try and get in with my doctor this week.
My back is mostly better. I mean, it’s still sore and stiff a little bit, but not when I’m on my medication. My tongue is mostly healed. Finally. Despite this, I’m still not feeling very well. I had a sore throat yesterday, and a little bit today. Mostly, I think I’m just razzled. The medication I’m taking for my back makes me sleepy. I always feel very weird after I have a low blood sugar seizure. A feeling of death, I guess you could say. I feel like I should be dead. Or could have died then, and it leaves me strange and jittery and not very happy. Hopefully I will get over it soon.
Next week should be a normal week back in the office. I’m not looking forward to catching up on work. Here’s to hoping I can concentrate on it. Hope you all had a better week than I.
I’ve been posting about this on Twitter recently, but I finally decided to make a long post about it after just receiving another email just a few minutes ago. If you haven’t been following my Twitter, this is about an email group list train wreck that happened at work. I don’t normally like to go into much detail about work on the internet, but this series of events is too funny to pass up. So I’ll try to be as abstract as possible. 
I will start this by saying with few exceptions, the people I work with and the people I have met in the program are incredibly nice and intelligent. But I suppose teh internets gets the best of everyone now and then.
The entire debacle began on July 2, when a poor unsuspecting man emails the entire program asking for a bit of information about something not completely related to most people’s jobs, but not entirely out in left field either. I’m not entirely sure how large this email list is, but I would guess it’s several thousand at least, consisting of the entire program faculty and staff at the rather large university and centers across the state.
Anyway, within a few minutes a couple responses start trickling in from people trying to help this guy. Honestly, I wasn’t too happy with it myself, seeing as this topic did not concern me in the slightest bit and the emails were slightly disruptive. However, like most sane people, I just ignored them and assumed they would stop discussing this topic with the entire email list soon.
Well, the emails kept coming, and while at first I just send them straight to the trash without glancing, I finally decided something must be going on if we’re still getting these. Sure enough, I opened the most recent one, which consisted of a reply stating “Please take me off this list,” followed by other responses such as “I do not want to receive any more emails about this topic” and “Take me off too,” and escalating in frustration to things such as “TAKE ME OFF THIS LIST PRONTO!!!!”
These silly requests are then of course followed by “Please stop emailing the entire list asking to be taken off the list.” To which more people replied: “Please take me off this list.” Which then triggered, “I cannot believe you people” and “STOP BOMBARDING OUR EMAILS!!!!!!”
For God’s sake. First, how do you not notice you’re emailing the entire list with this silly request to be taken off the list, escalating the problem you had exponentially? Second, are you even looking at the email subjects you respond to? I shit you not, the email subject line would read “Stop emailing the entire list asking to be taken off,” and people (many!) would respond to that message in particular asking to be taken off. It even got to the point where we received multiple emails from IT staff explaining that you should NOT send replies to the whole group like this, detailed instructions on how you should respond, etc, and people still did not listen.
These messages continued on through the next day. Then of course, we had a long weekend–thank God–otherwise, I truly believe these would have continued at this ridiculous pace. I don’t remember getting anymore emails about this topic yesterday, but just now, I received one last one. Unfortunately, a lot of the previous emails were retracted and deleted from our systems (which makes me very angry, because I planned on saving this moment of awesome in my archives for all time), but this one I can quote you directly (and photo-document on flickr).
Subject: Re: Please stop bombarding our emails asking to take you off the list!!!!!
Body:
dito!
>>> Ms. Name Removed 7/3/2008 12:33 PM >>>
Please do not include me on your e-mailing about the [subject removed]….Much Thanks!!
Yes, this person actually replied with “ditto” and yes, it was not even spelled right. And yes, that truly was the bloody subject line.
Is there an Aggie joke to be made somewhere? Perhaps. People never cease to amaze me. I will say this though: not everyone was completely oblivious. My favorite response to all of this came from one guy stating “Please keep me on the list, I want to keep getting email requests from people asking to be taken off the list. It’s fun!”
I agree with him. It was fun; reaching new levels of stupid fun, but fun none the less.
Some amusing examples of this happening elsewhere:
June 27th, 2008
Bob Loblaw
I am the worst about going to the grocery store. It is truly pathetic.
I ran out of hair conditioner on Monday. I always run out of conditioner first. You would think I would learn to buy two conditioner bottles to one shampoo, but this never occurs to me while I’m at the store. And when you have hair that goes past your butt, running out of conditioner is not a good thing.
Tuesday, I still had not been to the store, but I managed to squeeze the last dribble out of my old bottle, by taking off the lid completely and mushing the hell out of it.
Wednesday rolls around and I still didn’t go to the store, but luckily I had an old, old bottle I hadn’t squeezed dry yet, so I did the same thing I did on Tuesday to this one.
Tonight I go to shower–and big shocker–I did not go to the store. I was out of options this time though, so I just had to go without. I hate showering anyway, and I hate drying off more. But what I hate even more than that is drying off with hair that hasn’t been conditioned. Shiteous is one way to describe it.
Clumpy. Tangled beyond all reason.
Let’s hope Andy and I make ourselves go to the store this weekend. I’m sure we’re also running out of toilet paper (I am not above using paper towels–it’s happened before). And food. I think our refrigerator right now contains pickles and insulin. Yum?
Tonight I was crazing something sweet big time. Of course, we have no food. But we have honey! So I decided on having bread with butter and honey. Bread with a sell-by date of April, I’m sure, but hey, at least it wasn’t moldy.
June 19th, 2008
Bob Loblaw
O hai, guys, long time no update. Why is it every time I go forever without updating, I come back with a new site layout? I’m just ridiculous like that, what can I say.
In case you’re wondering what I’ve been up to, it’s obviously a whole lot of nothing productive. I’m still reading like a crazy person. Sometimes it’s the only thing I do all day. I’m over half done with the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter books. Just ordered the last four I don’t have yet on Amazon tonight.
I’m a cheap ass and always go for free-super-shipper-savings, whatever they call it. So my books will take a week or more to get here. Hopefully I can make the remaining book and a half last until then.
What else have I been doing since my last update in mid-May? Seriously? Nothing besides work. And sadly, I rather like it that way. Doing stuff after I have to work all day tires me out, and annoys me. I don’t understand how normal people can have kids and clean and well, function at all after working all day. I think I have a limit on how many annoying things I can do in one day.
Not that the actual work at my job is annoying (I rather like it actually, so much so that I do similar things in my free time). It’s the getting up early and sitting in the same chair all day that drains me. Stupid that sitting all day can be so damn exhausting.
For those of you who have been around a while, remember last summer when I kept complaining about the air conditioner at our office breaking? Well, summer has hit and the AC is struggling once more. One day it was completely dead. Then it came back, but it’s still dying out in the afternoons.
Honestly. What is it about this building that eats the air conditioning unit? Is it faulty building design/construction? Or did they just choose the most cheap shit system on the face of the earth? Lord knows.
Though actually, I wouldn’t mind so bad if it just farted out for about a week; because they’d let us go home. And that would be sweet.
Oh yeah, if you’re bored, check out the “interesting reads” block at the bottom of my home page. It’s my shared items in my Google feed reader. Mostly, it’s stupid shit that entertains me during work.
Okay, that’s all I can think of to say right now. I’m going to try to update more often, when I actually have something interesting to say, perhaps. On a closing note, does anybody have any good music they would recommend? Apparently I’m bored to death of my music collection because I’ve been skipping through my playlist like mad lately.
May 19th, 2008
Bob Loblaw, Books
I just really couldn’t be more whiny right now. It’s Monday morning, and I would very much like to be asleep right now. There aren’t words that will do justice to my utter hatred of waking up early, so I’m not going to bother.
I finished Eclipse this weekend. Good. God. What else can I say about that series? HOW, no really, HOW am I going to wait until August to read the last one? I can only imagine the torture my patience would have had to endure if I read all the books when they first came out. I’m completely in love with that series and I cannot stop gushing over it.
I began reading The Host, and it’s quite interesting so far! I also started another Vampire series (LOL), the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter books by Laurell K. Hamilton. I read the first book, Guilty Pleasures, after Twilight, while waiting for New Moon and Eclipse to arrive in the mail. I very much enjoyed this book as well! It reminds me more of Buffy than any other vampire verses I’ve come across. And the main character raises zombies for a living. Very entertaining.
So I’ve ordered the next few books in that series (it’s a long one, started in early 1990s and up to like 16 so far). The first ones all get great reviews on Amazon, but toward the middle-end, they start getting horrible reviews—which is interesting. But I’ll probably read them anyway and still like them.
I’ve noticed that a lot of people are just more finicky about entertainment than I am. I’m not too picky when it comes to books and movies. TV shows either, as long as they’re scripted–I generally do not support reality shows and think they are killing TV. Except America’s Next Top Model. Guilty pleasure.
Anyway, what a lot of people bitch about, I generally enjoy, so hopefully I will like the Anita Blake series through to the end, or present, rather, as she’s still writing new books.
Yes, I’m very obsessed with reading lately. Which unfortunately conflicts with my desire to finish my Sims story. Haha. Well, one of these days that hobby is bound to pick itself back up, isn’t it? I didn’t even play the Sims at all this weekend. >.<
By the way, on Saturday, Andy and I had a bit of a Sesame Street extravaganza, and that is where this post title is from. Bert and Ernie are the coolest.
May 8th, 2008
Bob Loblaw, Books
So, I recently finished all of Dan Brown’s books and hopped on Amazon to decide what to read next. Within a few minutes, I decided I would try out Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight. Everyone in the Sims community speaks so highly of it, so I figure, what the hell. I must admit, I’ve hesitated before this point to read the series because they’re aimed at teens.
Which is amazingly stupid of me, all things considered. I mean, who am I kidding? It’s totally acceptable to read Harry Potter, so why not this? LOL. Besides, it’s not like I’m any more grown-up that your average teenager. I like so many of the same things I did when I was that age, and hold many interests similar to those teens in our Sims community now. And let’s not forget, more often than not, I act like a three year-old, and still carry around my teddy bear pretty much everywhere. So I don’t know why I was trying to fool myself into thinking I was too much of an old fart to enjoy this book.
And oh boy. I do absolutely understand the obsession with this book! I was hooked after the first couple pages. I realized that I shouldn’t be surprised by this in the slightest. Just like so many teen girls today, I’ve been vampire-lore ga-ga since before puberty, and that really hasn’t changed at all. This book is very much up my ally!
I started it Tuesday night, and am now almost finished with it, which is a pretty big feat if you consider the fact that I work all day, and still managed to play the Sims for a few hours each of those nights.
Yesterday, I hurried back on Amazon to order New Moon, Eclipse, and her novel that was just released, The Host. Yes, I’m a little bit obsessive when it comes to authors. I find one I like and I’ll read everything they write.
So anyway, if you haven’t checked out Twilight yet, I highly recommend doing so, even if you’re an old fart like me. You’ll still enjoy it, because it’s just that awesome.
For the record, in case you remember previous posts where I talk about reading Anne Rice books, Harry Potter and the Da Vinci Code and think to yourself–”good god, what is wrong with this girl just now getting around to reading these already-popular-for-many-years books?”–it is because I didn’t read novels for quite some time. I used to read obsessively until during late high school (THE NINETIES!), when I just got too busy with calculus, drill team, and friends and just stopped reading outside of school altogether. This continued through college and even after, up until a couple years ago when I finally picked up an Anne Rice book. And the old hobby has been back full-force ever since.
So, if you were wondering why I was so behind in everything, there you have it. Sometimes I feel like I’m on a mission to catch up, which is partly why I’m so drawn to these big titles, because they always seemed so appealing before.
Okay, new topic: I totally just got the most amazing email at work. Totally complimentary, asking for my “talents” to help with things higher up on the food chain, so to speak. This really just made my day that they would think of me for this. *Excited*
April 22nd, 2008
Bob Loblaw
It’s truly pitiful that I’m more often than not too lazy to update this blog. I’ve been Twittering more often lately, but it’s lost its cool this week as I’ve come to the conclusion that the website is a horrific piece of shit. Every time I go to pretty much any page, I get redirected to the “something is technically wrong” page. Something has been technically wrong for quite a while now. Seriously, how is this not fixed?
I have no faith in their competency, so I don’t know that I’ll end up keeping up with it much anymore or not. Which is a shame, it started out so fun. Eh, they get their shit together and I stop seeing those messages every single day, perhaps I’ll get over it.
I have a couple ridiculous stories about my apartment complex. For a bit of background, I live in a primarily “college” town, as Texas A&M University is the main attraction around here. However, Andy and I live in a newer area, in some pretty nice apartments that were built around 2001. We’ve been there in a 3rd floor apartment since May 2005, and for the most part it’s been noticeably different than our last apartment complex, where the majority of the residents were students. It’s usually tame here, and many residents are older.
Anyway. We’ve had some new people move in below us, and I could swear that it’s a couple with children, perhaps 5 to 8 years old. Something like that. And interestingly enough, since they’ve moved in, on several occasions I have noticed a rather strong smell of pot.
Whatever, I don’t particularly care what people do, but you know, I’d rather not smell it. But even if I just smell it in passing, that’s not such a big deal.
Well, last week we had very nice weather and I’ve been leaving the balcony sliding-door cracked open. One evening, I stepped out for not more than 10 or 15 minutes, come back and the apartment is filled with smoke and completely reeks of pot. Absolutely and utterly nasty smell; seriously, I’m actually surprised the smoke detectors didn’t go off.
I was very, well, verbal and stomping, when I discovered this, and I think the people below must have heard me (I hope they fucking did), because soon the smell dissipated outside and then eventually I was able to air out the apartment. And I haven’t smelled anything fishy since.
But this whole thing really leaves me wondering. First, who in their right mind smokes pot outside in the open in a populated yuppy apartment complex? That’s just stupid right there. Two, don’t these people have children?
I’m not completely sure it was the people right below us doing the smoking, but I can’t make sense of it being anyone else due to the intensity of the smell.
It crossed my mind that maybe the person has cancer or glaucoma or something? I don’t know, I can’t imagine too many college-aged potheads being stupid enough to smoke out in the open like that. It’s just asking for trouble.
Okay, story two. This Friday, Andy went out and came home sometime after mid-night. He tells me that when he pulled up to park, there was a strange guy standing outside near a small (non-bushy!) shrub/tree. Can you guess what this guy was doing? I did, and frankly, it’s quite sad that I did.
He was taking a pee.
Now, how does this make any sense? First, we’re in a gated apartment complex. This guy would have to either live here or be visiting someone. Either way, can he not use the damn toilet? Second, I like how he choose a small, bare shrub out in the middle of the open parking area to do his business, where if he really wanted to pee outside, it would have made much more sense to go by one of the giant trees in the back, where probably no one would have noticed.
I honestly do not know what is wrong with these loons.