Goes well with “I like you, as a friend” and “He’s just soooo fun to hang out with”.
Why not just castrate us and be done with it?
What’s the point of it all, anyway?
She’s cute, nice, and is it me? Or is it her? I mean, I appreciate the honesty and all, but COME ON!
Aww, crap.
… Yet again, I’m stealing comp time from the Con. 🙂
It’s been a hectic, yet oddly not as buggy day that I thought it would be.
I have a great team of well-trained semi-professionals that keep the ball rolling fairly smoothly.
On the downside, my back is completely shot to hell, so anyone with any ideas?
Well, here I am, at the entrance of Icon in the Eshkol building, typing fast on borrowed computer time.
It’s been a LONG weekend, when I left the house on Friday afternoon to Tel Aviv, I wasn’t really sure what I had in mind.
I assisted in the general setup of Icon, even though I arrived nice and late, but I don’t think I minded that much. Then, I got picked up later that evening to head to a party in Haifa, a friend’s birthday. After partying hard for many hours, I got dumped back at Jax’s house to catch some Z’s.
Upon waking, spent the day lounging around and ate a nice relaxed lunch.
That evening, caught a ride to TLV, where the re-commencement of festivities continued. Oh, what a night!
Kept busy and hung around. Eventually slept inside the building, with people sparsely placed around in nooks and crannies. Go figure.
So now, I’m sleep deprived, and all wound up, and ready to start a new, exciting day!
Wish me luck!
Well, it’s been a really nice relaxed weekend.
I got a haircut on Friday and spent some time with my friend Joe. Back at my place, we spent some energy on beating the crap out of each other on Tekken 4. What a way to waste time. 🙂
Yos came over and joined in the fun, and eventually, Yos took me along to “tea” at his brother’s family’s place, and spent a couple of hours relaxing on ntheir porch, chatting with the relativies and Yos’s godparents.
Eventually, Yos dropped me off at home, because I was dropping from exhaustion, and I took a long-needed nap.
Later that evening, he came back, and we watched a movie called “The Hebrew Hammer”. (link to IMDB)
If you are Jewish, and if you’re American, and better yet, if you’ve seen “Shaft”, I can alomst guarantee that you’ll laugh out load, or at least groan out loud while watching this movie. Interested parties should contact me to arrange for a private showing or personal copy etc.
It was pretty damn funny.
We also worked on his machine, which is still making noise right next to me.
After I got some sleep, I was up again today, and decided to take a crack at organizing data, yet again.
The ongoing, constant battle to keep ahead of download speed is at a constant loss. This week I had to turn off my downloads for a bit! I nearly fainted! But back on track again, and I’m still working on completing my database. About to finish the letter “G”.
(* Note to self – take some time to figure out how to get the Database back online.)
Well, in any case, I shall resume the attack.
Hope y’all have had as relaxed a weekend as I have!
It’s one of those days.
What a useless day.
It started last night actually…..
After work, I met up with Shay to go finish a job at a lawyers firm upgrading their system.
Should have been a fairly simple job, hit-and-run kinda computer thingie, but it was not to be.
Running into a wide plethora of problems, and trying to knock out each one as it cropped up was definitely a challenge.
At about 10:30, Shay and got extremely peckish, and ordered pizza and beer to the office where we continued the job.
At one point, he even fell asleep while I was working on it.
Finally, we got 90% of what we wanted working, and decided to call it a night. At about 3:00am.
What a gyp.
Haven’t been called today, so I’m guessing that everything was ok.
Then today at work I have the pleasure of yet again confronting the insanity that is this company.
Now they say that nobody’s perfect. But nobody should be so imperfect that they stay in existence by the skin of their teeth.
It’s getting more and more annoying.
More and more people are asking me why I don’t work elsewhere. System administration, Technical Training, Management…
And here I am, answering your call.
What a weekend.
Thursday night – Finish work at 5, head to the gym for a spinning class. Ride a lot, sweat a lot.
After class, meet Yos, meet up with Ran, Elon and Jax for drinks at O’Connel’s (nice Irish pub). After drinks and snakcs, all head back to my place, where we hang out and get high. Lotsa fun.
About 2am, all gone, asleep.
Friday:
8:15am – awakening, and Yos comes over a bit later to work on his machine.
12:30pm – Dad picks me up, go visit sister in hospital after baby boy is born.
2:30pm – preparing to leave Betar (Dad’s place) with one niece to other sister’s moshav for my eldest niece’s Bat Mitzva – first in our family, big event. Ride was nice, played lots of Blues music. Slept a bit.
4:15 – arrive at moshav, unpack car, run around like headless chickens. See people that I’ve never met.
6:15 – Make really strong coffee. Drink. Feels like a boot to the head.
6:30 – Preparing food and whatnot for Friday night meal. Lots of food. Not an understatement. 30 people at each meal. Although20 of them are kids.
8:00 – Big dinner. Finally meet these weird extended family relatives from South America, related by marriage or whatever. All speeches made in 3 languages, if not 4 (English, Hebrew, Spanish and Yiddish. Go figure).
9:45 – dinner over, clear off tables and prep for after-dinner party with all residents of moshav. Whoa. Got heckled by some guy who remembered me from my childhood. Whoopee. Like I give a damn.
01:00am – about to go to sleep, notice the military truck parked behind sister’s house. Head over to say hi, and bring a plate of goodies. Poor reservists. i hope on my reserve duty there are guys as nice as me to come round and sit and schmooze to pass the hours while they have to sit around and stare at a small screen for 8 hours.
02:00am – pass out from exhaustion
Saturday:
08:00am – wakeup call sounds like “Why are you still asleep? Half the day is gone already!” In my head: What am I, Amish? let a guy sleep! Fall out of bed. stone floor hurts. a lot. not recommended, especially in the early hours of morning.
09:00 – prepping fod for “lunch” at 10am. bleah. TONS of food. Oh, and beef tongue. Yarghl.
10:00 – lunch. tons of food. I am the official catering expert, and have to assist in everything, from place settings to presenting the platters and what have you. joy.12:30pm – meal over, cleanup. get rid of the kids, work on that for a bit. Sit down afterwards for a nice cold beer with bro-in-law. relax. Head back to sister’s for a nap.
5:30pm – wake, prepare final meal, bagels and cream cheese. Sounds simple enough, right? NO. piles of everything, as if we’re welcoming the starving population of wherever.
7:35pm – meal over, Shabbat over. CLEANUP! Work like crazy to get everything where it needs to go, ordering everything just right etc. Get sent home with leftovers, always a good thing. Except for that tongue stuff. eww.
8:30pm – make another platter of goodies for reservists, and walk the 20 feet to their truck. spend a bit chatting, and find out that one if them is virtually my neighbor in the city. Huh. Small world? I think so.
9:30pm – parents pick me up, drive me and niece back to Betar, drop off niece and mom. Climbin staris to their house, my knee start hurting. Sharp pain. Ouch. Shake it off. Dad drives me and my leftovers back to J-Town. Climbing my own stairs, my knee is really complaining, so I slow down. BIG ouch.
10:45 – pack some ice around my knee. smoke a bowl. life is a bnit better. watch some TV.
11:50 – pass out
Sunday:
06:30 – alarm with decent music. In shower knee dies on my. I want to die.
08:00 – at work, find out how to go to a doctor. not my forte. schedule for Tuesday.
10:25 – realize that I’m not walking anywhere for lunch, order in.
12:00 – now. Wrote all this for me, to remind myself that family matters, but how much and to who are a big question. If I can barey walk as a result of this weekend, I’m going to be mightily pissed at the family.
This day has been nothing but a total mental drain.
I keep trying to stay upbeat, but it’s pretty damn hard when nothing works.I got a call about a job today. First one since the CV has begun to circulate again.
It was kind of weird, but it was a guy from a placement agency, and he wanted to know a bit about me.
His first question was (after mentioning that this could save us both some time) was about what kind of salary expectations I have. I tossed a figure out there, approx. 20% higher than my current income, even though I’m worth more.
He hesitated, and then continued with an “ok, I think that’s feasible”.
So we chatted for a few minutes, and he said that he would be in touch.
Sounds interesting, at the least.
Gotta keep moving along.
I think lunch is becoming the downfall of Western civilization in this generation.
Today, instead of walking out to lunch with a co-worker or two, I ordered from a service we have to order on the ‘net.
Now, yes, the food is very rich, and probably not that healthy, but boy is it good.
We usedc to take the time to step out, walk around a bit, take a breather from the hectic office day, and head out to where food is valued.
No longer.
The joy of the Internet ordering age is upon us.
God save us all.
It’s been over a month, far longer than I should ever go silent.
After all, I’m a talkative kind of guy.
Life is so terribly odd.
I was unemplyed for the longest time. I jumped on the first job I found. Now I don’t know if that was the best thing for me to do.
I feel trapped, in a dead end, looking for the pinpoint of light amidst a sea of darkness.
There is no turning back. There are no second chances. History is not mine to change.
I’ve never been the one to think about the “what if”s of life, preferring to live with my choices and experiences. For some reason, I have begun to contemplate these circular, useless, time-wasting concepts.
Intellectually, I know it’s no use…. I guess some kind of emotional thing has me going. Stop. Think. Rationalize.
For a while now I guess I’ve been trying to really find that one thing, that feeling, that sensation, which will let me REALLY let go. I try hard to acheive it, but I don’t know anymore if that is attainable.
Or maybe it’s just the tetrahydrocannabinol talking.
I got a Powerball on Friday. For those unfamiliar, check out www.powerballs.com. It’s cool and flashy. It also has some awesome physics behind it, and has a unique feeling. Ask me to try it.
Anyways, I’m feeling really down right now. And with my dumb luck, it’s Monday tomorrow. I hate Mondays.
Well, now that the meme business is done for, and I’ve caught up on your lives, and commented on a bit of them, it’s time for my grand (or not so grand) update!
1.Today is my 27th consecutive smoke-free day. Many have tried to get me to quit over the past 17 years, and actually made it once for 9 months straight, and crumbled at the end of it. I tried the gum, and it tasted – literally – like chewing a mint-flavored ashtray. Quit that after 2 weeks.
2. Yesterday is also the first time I made a new type of brownies. My last kind was nice, but had a distinct taste and crunchiness that revealed the alteration. Thanks to a friend in TLV that got me a nice wok, and the wonderful people who saved seeds and twigs for me to use (they are useless anyways, and most people toss them out) in my preparation, the brownies are an awesome success. Last night I was on a nice buzz, unavailable in any other form.
One problem with brownies: When they kick in, you get munchies for something yummy. Only thing around: more brownies! Severe test in self-restraint, which also prevents overlong effect of brownies.
3. I have “joined” a spinning class. When I say joined – I mean that I attend two classes, on Monday and Thursday evening, after work, for about an hour long of strenuous exertion, in the form of a bicycle. For those unknowledgeable of the spinning ways, the time spent in the actual seat of the bike is minimal, however the pedals keep moving.
After my first class, I had the distinct impression (same as I did last year) that this was designed by vengeful women who want a man to feel what it’s like, being rammed hard and deep, continously. Pardon the vulgarism, but hey, that’s me.
After the second class, I learned what I did not know: Get riding pants! This is apparently a state-guarded secret, for those individuals who are able to hop off a bike at the end of the class and strut away as if they have never known what it is like to hop out of a second-story window onto a bike with no seat. Trust me, life improves with padding, and the riding pants I got are perfect in that aspect.
In any case, I’m looking forward to getting into better shape, feeling better about myself and (possibly!) getting a motorcycle.
Th-th-th-that’s all for now, f-f-f-f-f-folks!