25 Random Things.

admin — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 04:11:33 +0000

Being married is pretty fun. It’s amazing to know I have someone on whom I can always depend. I hope she can feel the same about me.
I’m a big kid when it comes to toys. I often sell a year old model of something (Canon SD800, for example) just to buy the new model (Canon SD870). Interestingly in that case, the day after I got the 870 in the mail, the 880 was announced.
To further #2, I have two jobs so that my toys will be affordable. It’s been this way since I had any jobs, and I’ve had 2 jobs for about 13 years now, and this is the only reason, really.
I own my own snowboard. I have never lived anywhere except Mississippi. (This is not two random things, it’s a tandem.) I have never actually used that snowboard.
I consider myself a google guru (gooru? [you heard it here first folks]. I also want to strangle people when they ask me to do things that can as easily be done with a google search (and sometimes reply with http://lmgtfy.com/ .
I have a way with words…
That way with words frustrates nearly everyone…
I collect stickers (among other things). I put the stickers on my “sticker box.” I keep hiking (and more recently, some biking) gear in those sticker boxes (yes, multiple boxes, at this point). In our bedroom. (One is my night stand).
I also have a collection of wide mouth Nalgene bottles, the 32 oz kind. Unfortunately it was recently understood that when used to hold hot substances, these bottles can leech Bisphenol A. Now I consider most of my collection a museum, and am going about collecting the new Tritan “Everyday” type bottle. (Oh and the opaque bottles were always and are of course still ok to use.) The Bisphenol A thing actually doesn’t bother me all that much, so I still use my bottles anyway. (Never used them for hot, in any case.)
I hate the way the period goes within the quote marks.
I don’t care much about watching tv (only a few shows interest me, including The Office). That being said, I could easily spend days in front of a computer, including watching tv on my computer. Not surprisingly, I dislike tv commercials enough that I will watch a movie that I hate on HBO, just to avoid commercials.
Also, I almost never care at what point I pick up a movie on tv. If the part I happen to see is marginally interesting, I’ll watch, even if it’s 3/4 through.
If I get the feeling that someone is “attention-seeking” me, I’ll actively give no attention to that person. This is both good and bad… This plays into why I so deeply hate watching commercials.
I can not take a compliment.
And while we’re on the topic of what I can’t do… I can not NOT take it personally. I don’t care what the Four Agreements say. And I agree with that one, know it’s right, and want to practice it. But it just never seems right.
I go out of my way to follow the path of the sidewalk, and I generally try to give my walking companion the same option. (Which is to say, I don’t cut corners, and I won’t walk in a way to cause you to, either.)
I have a man-purse like collection of messenger bags and backpacks. And jackets.
Clutter is what will make me go insane.
I built my own computer, about 4 years ago. I’m still using the same computer. I have about 1.5TB of storage space on the computer.
I am a terrible creator, but an extremely talented and gifted editor. From English papers to Science journal papers to resumes…
I use, overuse, and probably often misuse the ellipsis. (#20 above proves at least 2 of these.) No in fact it proves them all.
Even though most of my face has hair, I do maintain my brow (I use Tweezerman, you probably should too). (no I mean you probably should.)
I have an unusual obsession with the Appalachian Trail. I intend to hike it’s full length one day (approximately 2200 miles) but don’t know when, and worse, don’t know if I’m capable.
I did not know how to spell “definitely” until somewhere around Firefox 2. It was right around then, also, that I learned that I’m a pretty terrible speller.
I’m not generally “socially comfortable”… By that I mean I almost never know how close friends I am with someone. It’s pretty frustrating.

My toilet stall is named thejaydub.

admin — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 02:35:16 +0000

Let me start by saying that I took a logic “test” today (internet based, so you know… it’s probably 100% accurate [and speaking of 100%, that's also my score on the logic test]). Knowing I exercised my logical side will probably help you wade through this.

I realized something today. Unless every person who visits leaves a comment (which I don’t expect to happen), then there’s no way I will ever know who all visits here. Since I can’t know, basically what I have to do is assume that everyone will read it. Notwithstanding that once I’ve had some input here, everyone will want to read every part of it…

I say this for two reasons (and actually I’ve already jumped the gun [and ok, probably the shark too] and you can guess it all).

First, if I assume that no one will read anything I say, then I am at liberty to say anything and everything I want. Offend everyone, bash this, bash that. Like I did when I ran my “blog” just for me on 127.0.0.1 … This has clear advantages for me. I get things off my chest, I feel like I’ve said something, I get to rail on people all I want to. But then… this isn’t localhost. This is the real interwebs.

The flip side is obvious. If everyone reads everything I say, then I will temper what I say, not because my beliefs change, but because my desire to defend those beliefs isn’t always very strong, and my desire to offend someone (about something non-life-changing) is even less strong (usually).

So, I suppose it’s the writer’s conflict. Or a writer’s conflict.

O the title. This whole scenario was discovered today because of some time spent ~~avoiding work~~ using the restroom. Through the wall from where I sat, I could hear some ladies discussing something. I thought, they don’t know I can hear them (and don’t suspect I was dropping any eaves: they were not speaking a language I understood). Then I thought, I don’t know who can hear me here in this cozy, smelly stall. I’m just a talking head. No not a Talking Head (they stopped in 1991). Furthering that though, what I write here may as well be me talking out loud in a toilet stall. I don’t know who can hear me through the walls. So I have to assume everyone can.

That’s all, really. I had some awesome way to tie in the words of Optimus Prime dramatically, but I totally forgot how it was. I didn’t forget the quote, though.

I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting.

I guess what I write is here, and it is waiting.

I am accepting topics. I have never done this before, and I’m still trying to figure out what I want to say, to whom I’m speaking, how often to say it, and how public I want to be.

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25 Random Things.

My toilet stall is named thejaydub.