I was supposed to get one of my last Carlyle burgers tonight but I got stood up. It wasn’t a big deal, but I’m still counting it. I thought about going by myself, weighing the the hedonistic benefits of a delicious cheeseburger with the health benefits of a nice leafy salad, and I picked the salad. I’m not really sure why, because delayed gratification has to have some sort of gratification at the end. Being fat, dumb, and happy requires a certain commitment to the calories that I’m just not getting lately. Oh, well, I had to scrub the toilet anyway. Oh, and do some work. It probably says something when I’d rather scrub the toilet than do work.
My friend described himself as one hoodie away from being the Unabomber today, but he’s married and has twin babies so I’m pretty sure he’s not able to hide himself in his own dungeon. I’m pretty certain the Unabomber stayed away from technology so I’m in no danger of that either, but I think if I just got some anime I could be an otaku. Sounds like a lot of work and kind of expensive, what with the trips to the maid bars and all.
A sinus headache is no way to start out a day, especially a day that included the second half of a two day Chip Conrad seminar. The seminar included a lot of why and not just a lot of what, and it was a bit much for me. I know why I do the things I do and I don’t really care that much about why others do what they do. Well, I do care, but I don’t care enough to listen to a guy for several hours about his philosophy on Powerpoint slides. Ideas are fine, but trying to wrap it all up with a pretty bow just kind of annoys me. If I wanted that, I’d go to church. It’s worth listening to Chip Conrad to get to the good bits, though, and he’ll even tell you to listen to lots of things and throw away what doesn’t work for you.
I think I was rude to a friend of mine this morning, who told me I looked good the other day. The problem is, I didn’t believe her. I never believe anyone who tells me that because I only hear things like that from people’s grandmothers. If you’re not 40 years older than me (and that’s getting hard to do nowadays) I’m not used to hearing anything like that and I may not have the proper reaction. I should have said, “Thanks,” but I said something snotty instead. I was also suffering from a sinus headache at the time, which I mentioned previously. I’m more used to hearing, “You’re old,” (heard from several people at the gym this week and repeatedly from the guy who owns the gym) or, “Those are the stupidest looking glasses I’ve seen,” (heard several times at work since the start of the year), but not a lot of compliments. That’s the world of guys, I suppose, but I think I’ve been on a downhill slide lately. Nowhere to go but up when you hit the bottom, but the bottom could be a long ways off.
It is fortuitous that St. Valentines day is on a Sunday before President’s day as now I have a plan in place for the proper celebration of such an auspicious event. For most it would be a secondary plan of record, but for me it is my main plan which is very unlikely to be derailed. I now have enough booze in the house that I can spend the 15th of February (the aforementioned Presidents’ day) quite hung over since I can’t imagine what I’d do on St Valentines day besides drinking myself into a stupor.
Like I said, it’s a plan and I haven’t rated it on its validity or efficacy, but I am doing a dry run tonight watching music videos on YouTube.
I wonder which makes me sound more gay, watching George Michael videos or starting to like Cher?
Tonight I had a burger at the Carlyle, the second one for this week. The place was pretty crowded with people getting their last Carlyle meals before it closes on February 14th and I heard that the reservations were filling up quickly. I’m not sure why, but the burger tonight was much better than the one I had on Monday. Monday’s was good, but this one was even better. I ordered it rare both times and this time they even cooked it on the rare side, rather than on the well side. The desserts are small but tasty as well.
It’s sad to think it’s going away so soon after I discovered it. I do like the burger at Laurelhurst Market better, so at least I have that to fall back on.
My back has been feeling crampy for the past couple of days. Not the sharp single pain I’m used to dreading, but just crampy up and down my back. I wonder if I’m just dehydrated, though I’m drinking a lot of water. I drank a water bottle’s worth of water right before I went to sleep and only got up once to go to the bathroom. Doing something that ridiculous usually makes me get up three times in a night.
I went to the gym even with my creaky back and it wasn’t so bad. Actually, lifting heavy things made it feel better for a little while.
Other than that, I have very little going on this week. I wish I was finished painting my closet, but that’s not happening any faster than if the contractor did it. Funny that.
I stayed up late checking the titles of a bunch of mashup songs I have (hint: look here) and I failed once again to go to bed at a normal hour. I also had to reboot my work laptop a few times, but that’s the joy of using Windows, even when it’s just to check your stinking email. In any case, that was my excitement for the night, repetitively copy-and-pasting song titles into iTunes.
The things we find interesting…
Just when we found our #2 burger spot, the Carlyle, we find out they’re closing on Valentine’s Day. Yet another thing to bemoan on that night. At least when I was in Japan I’d get some “giri choco.” The man (in Japan) has decided that on Valentine’s Day, women give guys who they’re interested in chocolate. “Giri choco” roughly translates to obligation chocolate, and the women in an office generally give it to the guys in the office. Being that it’s Japan, women get the short end of the stick and on White Day (March 14) they get back white chocolate from their special (or obligatory) guys. Yeah, whatever. February 14 only has one good thing going for it: Oregon’s statehood.
Sean made it to the Monday workout and we talked each other into going to the Carlyle for a burger. We only have two weeks left and, like I said, it’s up there on our list of best burgers. They tend to overcook it, but it’s tasty. So much for any sort of diet I had, but I’m beginning to wonder why I don’t just give in and balloon up to some sumo-wrestler-like weight so I can take up the space which I deserve. Sounds like another hobby that I don’t want to take up.
Might as well post a picture of the guy at Home Depot who makes me happy by waving his arms around.
I was quite successful in avoiding working on my bedroom yesterday. Late lunch at Panbiche, getting in the way while Sean fixed computers at New Seasons, setting up a projector at the gym, but today I had to start in.
The day started a bit weird too. I had a couple of beers and watched Better Off Dead, a 1985 movie I saw in college, and I had nightmares about being back at MIT. My stuff was in my old dorm room though the dorm architecture had changed. The kids in the adjacent rooms were driving me nuts. I don’t know why I’d have to go back at my age, but it’s not the first time I had this dream.
The closet I painted looks like hell. Actually, it really just looks like I missed a few spots and I need to get a brush to do the corners. If watching paint dry is supposed to be the most boring thing you can do, painting must be close second. I put a hole in the ceiling where I want another light, but I can’t seem to fish the electrical wire to the existing light. I spent HOURS on this and I foresee many more hours before I get this finished. I guess that’s why electricians make so much.
I was told today that there were two teams after a couple’s breakup. Somehow I was assigned to one of the teams without knowing it. It’s just as well.
I suppose many think they know what team I’m on, and it doesn’t help that I bought a doughnut that was described to me as, “tasting pink,” and was called the, “Fairy Princess.” I will say it was tasty.
The day started out meh, and about 11AM my sister called me to tell me our ma fell and hit her head and had swelling around the eye. I asked quite pointedly why she was calling ME instead of the doctor and she said our ma said she was fine. I hung up on her soon after that and called the doctor to see if I could get my mom an appointment today. I got the run-around from a receptionist and just drove the hell home. My mom had a mouse the size of a half-ping-pong ball on her left brow, and I called the advice nurse. We ended up going to “Immediate Care” where they determined she didn’t have any fractures and my ma, while looking horrific, seemed to be doing fine. I’m pretty sure she’s going to be sore tomorrow, but that’s about it.
Oh, and it turns out she tripped on the curb and fell onto the sidewalk because she was looking in a window to look for Craig, who is about to become a father of twins.
I discovered after all this that maybe my usual Thursday lunch of boneless chicken wings is less than ideal for the gym. I had a half of a turkey sandwich for lunch and did much better.
Burger club this week went to Laurelhurst Market. It’s nice that a burger I’ve been talking up for months is as good as I remember. As was their cheesecake. And that’s it for now. It’s almost tomorrow.
OK, whose idea was it to stay up so late on a Wednesday? And I’ve been in a foul mood all day anyway. Stupid medical insurance anyway.
OK, so the Kobe beef burger (I’m not cropping the picture tonight, you’ll have to wait) at Laurelwood is TASTY, as is their chili and their beer. However, for $15 I think I’d go somewhere else. Still, if you find yourself at Laurelwood, there’s no reason not to get the burger if you can afford it.
That’s it, andiamo.
My HDTV has always set on a wooden box that is really where I stash all my sweaters with a bunch of cedar planks. I don’t wear sweaters that often because I’m usually dressed like a schlub so it wasn’t that much of a problem, but as soon as I saw a Costco ad for a super rocking 80’s TV stand, I started thinking about my newest piece of furniture. I was getting my interior decorating consultant involved (my sister) and she suggested going to Ikea.
I’ve only set up one piece of Ikea furniture, which was really easy, but that was for my last girlfriend and we haven’t been going out since 2001. Back then you had to make a pilgrimage up to the Seattle-Tacoma area to get Ikea furniture. Nowadays you just have to drive to a shopping area near the Portland airport. The only time I’ve been to Ikea was for the meatballs, and I had to ask someone how to get the hell out of the building. They told me to go through an unmarked door and “just keep walking”. I wonder if the employees would have tackled me if they knew I wasn’t going through their windy maze.
In any case, I wandered through the maze and got my loot and I’m glad I saw the TV stands in person. I almost got this aluminum and glass monstrosity that would have taken up way too much space. Here’s what I did get:
So now I have a huge TV set up on a stand in my small office. I kind of wish there was a comfortable sofa and someone to sit beside, or a cat to have on my lap, but I just have my plastic Herman Miller office chair that kind of hurts my bony ass. And a giant TV. And a DVR with TV I like. It’s not ideal, but it’s good enough for who it’s for.
