I think I figured out what I did wrong to my picture from yesterday, which made my STANDARD LEVIS 501s look purple.

So Dave the Trainer did the whole body measurement thing today and I WEIGH MORE THAN I EVER HAVE (I think I’ve said this before). 188lbs! I don’t remember eating that much, either. Good thing I’m not running any more. I’d hate to have to carry all that weight uphill.

I bought this adapter for my computer so I could get files off my old Syquest drives. I remember thinking how huge a 44MB disk was, and then how big 135MB was. I quickly filled them full of pr0n. But anyway, I finally got the adapter to work and one of the disks had only four pictures on it. One of them was me with three stuffed animals. My mom made the two panda bears (the smaller one is kind of hidden by the big white thing). The big white thing is a bear I made for my ex-fiancée. She asked for a teddy bear for Christmas, so I made her one. (This was back in 1991 before my sister stole my mom’s sewing machine, not that anyone was using the sewing machine for anything other than table space. Except for when I used it to make this bear, of course.) I miss that bear.

I’m not sure it was worth spending $120 on adapters to see that bear again, but I suppose buying weird doo-dads is what geeks do. Geez I look young in that picture. That was back in the last century.

I accidentally deleted a bunch of email today. It was just personal email but it’s GONE. And I was in the middle of looking up someone’s cousin’s email address so I could pick on her. Ah, well, best that I leave people alone.

Today I found out that my old manager from last year at Megacorp bailed out of our group. My old manager was most recently my second-level manager. The fact that he was above my current manager, a guy who doesn’t even want to manage, was the only reason that I had any faith in the chain of command. The group continues to lose people as fast as jobs open in other groups. I fear that everyone else will bail and I’ll be the only one left doing this stupid, stupid work.

Both ways on my daily commute was weird as well. I followed people who were doing 10 miles per hour BELOW the posted speed limit and for some reason that infuriated me.

Oh, and it was solo night at the gym. Dave the Trainer was up in Vancouver, B.C. and was late getting back.

Don’t worry, I did some abs and cardio too, though I lied and did some cable pullover extensions instead of the dumbbell ones I have written down. I also said hello to a couple of women I know enough to say hello to. I’m sure they find me suitably creepy. Good thing Timmy and his trainer weren’t there because she’s selling me a wreath and I forgot to bring any money.

When I got this job at Megacorp, I stopped being a sysadmin. You know, the guys who do all the IT stuff on the mail servers, etc. About that time I stopped swearing as much as I usually do. Lately, all I’ve been doing at work is fighting with Windows system installations and I’m back to swearing all the time. The thing I hated the most as a sysadmin was fighting with printers, and guess what’s acting up at home?

Today we had the first of our weekly phone conferences with the entire “group” of 100+ people and it was worthless. Basically we found out that the boss didn’t have any idea what’s going on either, but he’s the boss. I’m not making much progress on my work, but I don’t figure I’ll be doing the same thing much longer, so I just have to look busy.

Well, I better get my potty mouth to bed.

Pre-cooked grocery store quiche isn’t the best, but it had bacon in it so it wasn’t the worst either. After the egg pie, we had peach pie for dessert. Mmmm, pie.

Besides that I didn’t do all that much today. It’s Sunday during football season, after all, and there are priorities. Not having anything better to do means watching a lot of football.

I made a trip to the local running store where all of the kids working there were high schoolers. I must have freaked them out a bit when I told them about stalking people who use the Nike + iPod thing. According to Wired Magazine, the thingy that just needs to go from your shoe to your iPod link goes 60 feet. I’m figuring that a normal person wears the iPod on an arm band while running, and that’s like 2/3 of the way up your body. That means a 90-foot-tall person could use this thing effectively. Anyway, since people aren’t 90 feet tall, you can just be 60 feet away and listen for the signal. So, if you were a stalker and your stalkee used this thing, you could tell whenever the stalkee went by.

While I’d really like to take one of these things apart to see the innards, I bet I’d lose interest quickly and then I’d just have more pieces of some broken electronic thing in the house. Plus, I don’t have the patience to stalk anyone. Sure, I google the names of any cute girls I might know the names of, but that’s hardly stalking.

P.S. My sister is in imdb.

P.P.S. I don’t stalk my sister. (I do call her all the time because I’m her crazy brother. I tell her things like, “YOUR MOTHER IS WONDERING WHY YOU HAVEN’T CALLED HER RECENTLY. TOO BUSY FOOLING AROUND WITH YOUR KNITTING CABAL?”)

What kind of icky guy would stalk their own sister? Ewwwww.

There’s no reason that eating too much beef should be bad for me, but last night I had my usual Ringside overindulgence and I passed out afterwards. I had an Australian Kobe beef filet mignon along with a Caesar salad and crème brûlée. Perhaps I also had a Manhattan and a glass of wine. In any case I was passed out and even felt a little like doodie this morning. Maybe it was too much garlic. In any case, I was there for a friend’s birthday, and my sister even has pictures of my dinner. I actually spent 1/4 of the money at the table of 8 (which was only $120). Maybe I should have spent more on the birthday present.

Oh, Happy Birthday Taya!

I think I’ll go back to hanging out in front of my computer on this Saturday night.

Ok, so I lied. TWO managers came to talk to me today because I was rather mad about my job. One of the things I said (besides that the job is ****ing stupid) is I have no incentive to work hard when they change my tasks EVERY SINGLE DAY. And it’s not, “Oh, add this,” it’s more like, “Oh, hey, forget all that and do this instead.” After complaining, I was told I have new things to do.

I shouldn’t complain because I am famous today! After writing my fanboy email to R. Stevens, he wrote about it in his blog. I wonder if this will get me more chicks. Somehow I think I will end up quoting my favorite line from the movie xXx and I will just get into more trouble. (The line, by the way, is when a big oaf is getting the floozies into the club’s meeting room by saying, “BEECHES COME!”)

I think I need an adult beverage. Maybe I’ll have some tap water.

I’m way too busy writing fan mail to guys who write webcomics. I’m hoping I get invited to another party where I can play fanboy to the comic book writers. Woo!

So Monday and Tuesday I was hoping that I could punt work because it was snowy or icy, respectively, and tonight we’re supposed to have freezing rain somewhere in the metropolitan area. I’m guessing that doesn’t mean anywhere near where I am, and I’ll have to go in to work once again, to do things that other people have already done for no purpose other than I’ve been told to do it. I get paid quite well to do nothing much, but I’ve never been good at doing things that I think are stupid. I’m much better at it now, but still…

OK, back to my webcomics and time for bed. I’ll get up in time to see the news that the roads are clear all the way to Megacorp, where I can go do my job of moving my mouse. After all, the mouse isn’t going to move itself.

Last night the news showed a picture of some poor guy had crashed through the barrier of the overpass near Megacorp because of icy roads. I was sure the roads would be so bad that I’d have to stay home. But when I got up the roads were fairly clear. I got to work but I felt pretty puny. Of course, I still had to keep working. And I’m getting advice from EVERYONE that I should sell myself more. Look, I think I’m doing nothing, so I’m going to tell just about everyone of that fact. That’s what I get for being me.

I got my computer back, with a tiny dent in the lid. Of course I noticed it. Sheesh. I asked them to call my cell phone when it was ready, but they left me a message at home instead. I went to the gym but I didn’t feel so good so I didn’t stay my usual two hours. I took my sweaty self to the Apple store instead. It’s making different weird noises now. Just my luck.

It’s snowing here, which is horrid. Non-sticking snow is not a big deal, but what usually happens when it stick is that it melts during the day and freezes overnight. Just another reason to stay at home tomorrow.

I took my MacBook Pro in for repair (again) because the fans sound like they’re going out. That means I’m using a older, slower computer for now and it’s kind of slowing me down. It’s not like I do that much with the new computer, but I guess that I got used to the speed. Sheesh. Maybe I need a new hobby.

So it was Thanksgiving weekend and the only items of note are Thanksgiving dinner at my sister’s, dinner with the family at a Japanese restaurant, dropping off something at a friends’ house (I hadn’t seen them in years), and cleaning the gutters. There was a lot of computer solitaire played, football watched, and pr0n surfed, but that happens on a regular weekend. After 4+ days of this you’d think I’d feel ready to go back to work. I’d say, not so much.

I’m too old to have a myspace account, but yet, I do. Lately I’ve been getting a lot of messages on my account and they all just say, “THIS ACCOUNT HAS BEEN DELETED.” That sort of figures.

I went to my sister’s house for Thanksgiving dinner and gorged myself. I didn’t even get to try everything out, since there were TWO kinds of pie and I was too full for the second. Good thing she gave me some to take home.