On my fancy Treo 700 I have a little plugin that shows my daily todo list and calendar entries below my programs. I have to do this because otherwise I never really notice the things I write there, and thus don't do them. I use the todo list a lot, but the calendar is basically empty.
Today I looked down and saw something unusual. "Are you totally ripped? Bet."
No, I'm not.
I've been trying to post for a few days, but my site hasn't been working. Luckily the computer gnomes magically fixed it tonight. Anyway, one of the reasons that I've been so busy lately is because I am moving!
I've been wanting to post about this for a while, but I've been waiting to make sure it's a sure thing. Between offers going back and forth and inspections, you never know what will happen in the end.
Anyway, a friend and I bought a condo right in downtown Austin. It's right next to one of my favorite clubs, The Foundation, and only a couple blocks away from some of my other favorite places like Halcyon, Alamo Drafthouse, Whole Foods (YES!), and even my work.
As I mentioned previously, my gas got turned off. I'm moving soon, so I've been getting my house ready to be sold. Part of that includes turning on the gas again so that the inspector can make sure everything's fine.
At noon a knock lands upon my door. I open it and see a towering black man standing in the doorway. He's at least six feet tall, at least four feet wide, and is wearing a hard hat. A grin spreads across his face.
"It's the LOOOOOVEEE DOCCCTORR!!" he proclaims.
Ok, guys. I have a good one for you. I should be sleeping right now, but I was hanging out with one of the Angels until 5am, and then for some reason I went back to work after that. Now it's 8am and I can't fall asleep.
So, who are Tynan's Angels? A fine question, my fine feathered friend.
About a month ago I was sitting around bored. My new job (sorry, too tired to find the link.) is cool, but there are no lady-types there. I also miss the pickup business, but have no desire to make another pickup workshop clone. It's been done.
I actually found this on boingboing.net. I shouldn't even post their name since they're one of the few big aggregating sites that has never run one of my articles. But hey, when they've got a good article, they've got a good article.
They posted This MP3 about how to always do the right thing. It's brilliant. I've actually been wanting to write a post to that effect, but the speaker, Dan Gilbert, did a much better job than I would have.
The essence of the speech is that EV is king. EV is expected value, a term used commonly in the gambling world. I would explain what it is, but if you listen to the lecture you will have a better understanding and then I won't have to type as much.
Wow. Is this three posts in three days? It's like the good old days. Remember those? So, today I wake up and go through my normal routine. Read e-mails, listen to voicemails, eat some breakfast, say hi to my beautiful fishies, etc. Time for the shower.
I turn the water to hot and weigh myself while I wait for it to heat up. 139. Damn. That's really skinny. I eat a lot of salmon. Shouldn't I weigh more? I check the water - it's still cold. I brush my teeth while I wait.
I walk down to my stupid community mailbox to check my mail. The idiocy of these types of mailboxes strikes me, as it has every other time I've checked my mail. Bills. Magazines. Junk Mail. A package slip!
I couldn't remember what I ordered, but that happens a lot. I start driving towards the post office, eager to get whatever gadget I've ordered this time. Stopped at a red light, I look more closely at the slip. It's not a package, it's a certified letter. And it's from the IRS.
Ok, serious question here: what would happen if I started habitually using the ladies' room? I'm sitting at JFK airport right now, and I just went to the men's bathroom. It's filthy. I mean filthy filthy.
Some of the displays of filth are so bad that I can only assume people have never used toilets before. Everything is in the wrong place.
I don't understand how it happens. Are these accidents? Do people enjoy displaying their work for the next guy?
I'm on my way to Maine this afternoon, which means I've been too busy packing and stuff to write a good post. Oh well - happens to the best of them.
A few people have recently asked about the song I made for Mystery, so I thought I'd post it so that people can rock out appropriately over the weekend.
Yesteday Todd and I were choosing a place to go to lunch. I normally go to Whole Foods because they have healthy delicious food, unlike almost everywhere else. However, we wanted to try somewhere new. How about Veggie Heaven?
I'd never been there before, despite living across the street from it for two years. I used to eat awful food on a daily basis, and considered vegetarian and vegan food to be for hippies. I still do, actually.
Anyway, we get to the restaurant and are handed three menus each. The main menu had almost fifty items in it. Many were marked as being vegan. Hey, this must be healthy, right?