After two years of going to the gym, I actually got the phone number of one of the women there. And it’s not because she wants to sell me Amway. I guess she was going out with this guy (who I called “the doughy guy”) and recently she got a call from the doughy guy’s wife! She thought he was single. The woman at work told me not to call the woman from the gym, because the woman from the gym probably just wants to talk about the doughy guy situation. Well, I sent the woman from the gym a text message and she replied, “Who are you? Are you the guy from Goose Hollow?”

Honestly, you’d think I was invisible or something.

I did see the woman from the gym, at the gym, today and she said she wanted to talk but had plans and kept talking as she walked away. In fact, one of the guys I know even remarked as she walked out of the door, “Is she still talking?”

I’m still the treasurer of the club, but I can’t drag myself to the meetings any more. I’ve even been slightly crankier at work. Take, for example, my trip to the bathroom where one guy tried to knock me over with the door, another guy tried to knock me over while accidentally taking a laptop instead of his lunch from the counter, and the guy who actually owned the laptop shook his wet hands at me. I wanted to hurt each of those three people. I also don’t like people who don’t stop at the stop line on the way out of the parking lot. They pull way forward, blocking my view of oncoming traffic. In any case, I’m glad to be out of that place. The last thing I need is any silly drama at the radio club meeting from the couple of cranky SOBs who are there. Most of the guys are fine, but there are a couple I don’t mind not seeing very often.

SERENITY NOW.

I was testing my sister’s gallery software (which is broken, by the way) and I had to find a proper picture to use to test uploads. Fortunately, my new Mac has a camera built into it.
I think I’m going to use this picture on Match.com.

I mean, the show gets my heart rate up and I have trouble getting to sleep afterwards, so I’m glad there’s only 24 episodes in a season. Problem is, there has to be a cliff-hanger until next January. Good thing I have “Rescue Me” and maybe “The Closer” and possibly “Monk” this summer. “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” and “Starved” better be coming back, too.

For those of you who look at my sister’s galleries, I am sorry they are broken at the moment. She can’t post any more entries. I’m not sure what’s wrong, and it may take me a bit to fix it. Let me say, on the record, that I really dislike PHP. It may be time for me to learn Ruby or something.

Not only did I not get up early today, but I also took a nap. I finally got around to mowing the lawn, but it got dark and the sky looked, well, ominous. Thunderstorms were forecast, so I figured I’d better just get the mowing done and then hide out. After some short period of hiding out, the sun came out, but it was all just a ruse. After about an hour of good weather, all hell broke loose and I even heard there were some flooded streets. There are random severe weather warnings, and coin-sized hail.

My sister brought over some stale pastries today, which beats the hell out of no pastries, but calling them “stale” means I get to eat them at a rapid rate with no feelings of guilt. Not that I tend to feel guilty about eating pastries. I feel guilty about just about anything else, but not pastry eating. Especially not stale mini-pastries.

Oh, an internet buddy from Baltimore sent me a copy of the article I was in about people who didn’t get into their college of choice. I was featured, you remember, because I got into NO medical schools, not just my medical school of choice. The funniest thing was that my picture is right next to STEVEN SPIELBERG’S! I’m sure that’s the only time that’s will happen.

Instead of enjoying the surprisingly nice weather, I took a nap and then worked on my sister’s database. I know I didn’t need to figure out all the weird things, but it also gave me practice with SQL. I’ve forgotten a lot in the past year. I was so tired today, I could have gone to sleep at 7PM. But, as it usually goes, I got a second wind and while I should be asleep now, I was re-watching the last shows of “That 70’s Show” and “Will & Grace.” Yeesh.

So, I think the cooling tower for the Trojan nuclear power plant will have to implode on its own. I’m going to sleep right through it. There were all-night parties and also camp outs planned, but unless I’m doing the blowing up or standing very closeby, I’m not going to bother with the loss of sleep and the horrendous traffic. That just sounds too much like going to work.

Jessica at the gym’s front desk (or Mrs. Y, as I like to call her) found a new DMX radio station at the gym. I think Ben, also at the front desk, said it was called “70’s Party Music.” It’s not just the 70’s. I remember hearing “Buffalo Stance” by Neneh Cherry, The Dazz Band, some Parliament, “Shine a Little Love” by ELO, etc. Some of it is 70’s but a lot is 80’s. All very silly, just the way I like it.

Anyway, here it is, Friday night again and I’m too tired to do anything besides hitting the hay after watching some TV. I’m just so exciting. Even my fantasies about the women at the gym are more like my thinking, “Eh, I’m way too boring for her.”

One problem I’ve had is lack of TV-turning-off willpower. “The Unit” showed two episodes until 11PM, “Without a Trace” started with a big shootout in FBI headquarters, and then I had recordings of the last episodes of “Scrubs,” “Will & Grace,” “That 70’s Show,” and a DVD of “Rex the Runt,” episodes. I need to catch up on my sleep.

Oh, and the song I had to have this week after hearing it at the gym: “Livin’ It Up (Friday Night)” by Bell & James which is NOT on iTunes.

So, my sister screwed up this Access database, and to fix it (which I really haven’t finished yet) I had to install another database and write a program that took way too long for me to figure out. I’m feeling quite silly about it, but sheesh, why couldn’t this have been discussed earlier? (Actually, it probably was, and I probably wasn’t listening.

I probably should also NOT mention that I had possibly several thousand spam trackbacks on my blog. Yeesh, I mean I post about six times a week and get about 3 comments a week (not counting the dozen or so spam that get filtered out each day) and then I get FLOODED. The guys on the WordPress IRC channel weren’t exactly unhelpful, but they’re not exactly nice, either. The Bad Behavior plugin is what saved me, by the way.

I only have a few meetings a week and half of them are on the phone. Today when I picked up my phone, it was dead. Well, not completely dead. Lights were on and I could hear myself but no dialtone and the keys didn’t make beepy sounds (a technical term, to be sure). Turns out they were doing some work over the weekend and my phone was probably dead for about four days. I never noticed.

Well, other than that I got almost nothing. It’s still hot, and since it’s sweeps they keep showing things I want to watch until 11PM. Come on, some of us need sleep and have no will power. Give us a break!

I’m a native Oregonian, and I like it a little cooler out. The record high for May 15, for example was 86°F and the average high is in the 60’s. But today, the high was 92°F. Not my cup of tea. I got used to sleeping with the doors and windows closed and I’m afraid I won’t have that luxury today.

In other news, my ID let me in the door at megacorp today. The CEO has been talking about “downsizing” and everyone’s afraid their jobs are going to be over. My manager and his cronies went to an off-site meeting on Friday and that usually bodes ill for the workers. So far, so good, though.

Time to find some earplugs and try to sleep. I see heat lightning (also an anomaly for this area) and often that means a lot of people out late watching the free show. Stupid global warming.

I’m still following the New Years resolution Steve made for me (he’s a noted comic book artist). I went to a housewarming party for a co-worker and met lots of people from India. They’re all from different parts of India, so I don’t really feel like an outsider. We’re all from different cultures. Well, OK, mine is more of a bacon eating culture, but you know how it is.

My friend Terri and my ex both think it doesn’t matter to women what kind of car I drive. Somehow, I think they expect me to meet someone non-superficial and, well, not suburban, who doesn’t want a peek at my bank account before letting me get to first base. And honestly, I can’t even remember what getting to first base entails, it’s been so long.