I felt a lot better today and I even made it to the gym, but I realized quite early that I wasn’t running on all cylinders. Sprinting around the block was more like limping around the block. It’s just as well anyway.

From a guy who thinks Presidents Obama and Clinton lean too far to the right, this has been a shitty week politically. I suppose it’s just as well and just points out to me two things, that not everyone agrees with my stilted point of view, and that whitey owns my ass either way. I am used to it, however, and probably can live with whitey owning my ass easier than the day when China owns my ass. By that time I’ll probably be old and decrepit and even more demented than I am now.

I should also get off the computer before the Republicans come to get me. I just posted this to a facebook comment supporting the Supreme Court’s decision to free corporations and labor unions from some campaign financing restrictions.

Without the benefit of a background in law or a modicum of sobriety, I must point out that a corporation is an artificial entity whose purpose is the amoral maximization of profit and will destroy any competitors in its primary purpose of creating a return for the stockholders. I say that with no knowledge of legal precedent, but since the right-wing Supreme Court seems to have thrown one hundred years of legal precedent out the window, I can probably just pull anything out of my ass and be as correct as they are.

See? More proof that I need to turn off my computer and go to bed. Andiamo.

I had to come home midday because I felt like crap. Of course the most important thing I’m watching over at work went to shit while I was gone, so that was a nice touch. I passed out from noon until about 4:30 and now I’m up late doing whatever the hell it is I’m doing.

I found a stack of papers and decided it was time to sort through the old bills I’d paid and started stacking up in my old office, much like my dad used to do. I found out that I’ve been doing that since 2000! I’d pay a bill and put it on the stack. Old utility bills, old medical bills, whatever. Now they’re in stacks all over my new office because I ran out of manila folders. Time for a trip to Officemax because this is the excitement that is my life.

I think this may be genetic, because here’s an old picture of my dad’s room with his piles of crap.

Here’s my new office that I’ve only been using for a month or so.

I’m well on my way to making it a mess.

Last night, the d*ckwads at Panic were pissing me off with the sh*tty update to their program Unison. The piece of sh*t program refuses to work properly and if you read the reviews on MacUpdate, lots of people are having the same f*cking problems I am. Customer service is p*ss-poor and absolutely useless in this case and I can’t tell you how little I think of the sh*t they pulled by selling me a non-working pile of sh*t like Unison 2. Do not support these Portland *ssholes and their lame*ss products if this is the kind of sh*t they pull.

Tonight I tried to print out a simple f*cking postage label from the g*dd*mn US Post Office and of course their sh*tty program doesn’t just download a label for you, it tries to launch f*cking Adobe Reader through some non-working cleverness and it doesn’t f*cking work on my f*cking Mac. Or on f*cking Windows. It’s too late for those b*stards to be answering their f*cking phones, so I called VISA to see if they were declining my card and it was VISA’s problem. No, the charge has gone through TWICE but I haven’t seen sh*t printed out. Motherf*ckers.

So now what the hell am I supposed to do?

Did I mention the Masshole elections haven’t made me any happier, either?

UPDATE:
Found the problem with the post office — don’t ship too late in the evening because their credit card processing might be down. Sheesh.

I quit watching 24 a while ago. I backslid one season where I was happy watching Jack shoot someone every single week, but then it got back to torturing Jack week to week. My brother-in-law said he’s done with 24 because it just makes him hate people, and I think I agree. I just can’t be bothered any longer.

My sister brought me a few books and I really should read them. Somewhere among all my crap is The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Devil of Nanking, and she just brought me Black Out. I also bought That Old Cape Magic last summer and I haven’t even opened it yet and THMFIC at the gym has a couple of thriller/mysteries he’s lending me. Football season is just about over and I should have more time to read, but I wonder if I can read something that’s not on my Kindle 2?

I’m feeling awfully tired right now. More than I ought to. My mom was saying she was feeling achy, too. Yeesh.

So today I rewired one whole outlet and one light switch. The outlet was a mystery, some sort of daisy-chained nightmare, so I had to just put it back the way it was with new outlet and a new cover since the old ones were kind of crap. I also cleared out a closet and pulled out the shelves which required the use of my new saw. I also started mudding some of the walls to prep them for painting. I went to the plumbing supply but they just wanted to argue with me rather than look for my parts, and I went to the ATM to deposit a check.

Even after doing all that I only had ONE THING I could check off my to-do list. Sheesh. Well, I did watch two football games, NCIS, NCIS: LA, CSI, Bones, Modern Family, and Cougartown and that may have been why I didn’t get more done. What do you expect on a rainy Sunday?

After our middling burger club trip to Meriwether’s, I went to Five Guys Burger and Fries. It’s a very good fast food burger and I’m still going to say that I still like In-N-Out better but it gets to the point of being a Pepsi vs. Coke debate. They’re both good and people have their opinions.

In any case, the Five Guys burger I had for lunch on Friday was good enough that it put the expensive and middling Meriwether’s burger into perspective for me, so I got several of the burger club core to head out to Beaverton for lunch. Unfortunately, one of the guys knows he can use peer pressure to make me eat more than I should. I had a regular cheeseburger, which is two patties, and fries which made me quite full, but then he bought me a second “little” cheeseburger which is the same thing but with only one patty. I thought I was going to be sick in the middle, but I powered through. I recall there was research saying that you get fatter if you have fat friends. I think you get fatter if you have friends that make you eat extra Five Guys cheeseburgers.

Lots more football to watch, and I watched episodes of Fringe and Castle tonight too. I still have several more shows to watch before I’m caught up. Whoopee!

Chuck, Chuck, Better off Ted, Chuck, Scrubs, Better off Ted.

Still have more to watch.

I’m so exciting.

At least the work-week is over and I only have a few quick reviews to compose over the weekend. Then it’s back to customer fun-time on Monday.

So after talking up the burger at Meriwethers, I took a group there for burger club. Turns out that, like Wildwood, the chef didn’t seem to like eight burger orders coming in at once and it wasn’t as good as the last time I was there. The meat was tough (but tasty) and the bun was toasted until it was burnt and that meant sharp shards cutting up my mouth. It wasn’t bad, but there’s a certain expectation when a burger is $14 and the most expensive place on the burger club rotation.

Ah, well. It’s not the biggest disappointment in my day. Maybe I can dream myself happy. It doesn’t happen that often, but you can always hope.

I guess I did fail today. I told myself I wouldn’t go over a 305lb. deadlift and I tried 315lb. and 335lb. anyway. I made 315lbs. 315/2 = 157.5, so I haven’t made double my body weight. I tried 335lbs due to a miscalculation, thinking that would put me at twice body weight, but I should have just tried 325lbs. And now that I think of it, I think twice body weight makes a nice strong line in the sand that I don’t need to cross because I’ve hurt my back doing deadlifts in the past. Now I just have to keep from gaining weight so I don’t have to recalculate this number. 325-45 = 280, 280/2 = 140, so 3x45lb plate + 5lb plate on each side of the barbell.

So much for thinking. I think I forgot my New Year’s resolutions already. One date per month, wasn’t it? It’s getting close to the middle of January and nothing doing so far. Gotta pace myself or I’ll burn out early. 🙂

So here I am, telling myself it’s 37 minutes past the time I should be asleep but I’m not doing anything about it. I got a call from a friend a while back and I can just blame him for being up this late. Not that it helps any.

I’m also getting more and more TV shows to watch on my DVR. This wasn’t happening during the holidays because there weren’t many new shows, but now that I’m not rabidly watching them, the mid-season shows are starting up. Just in time for football season to end.

In any case, you may think I’m just sitting here, staying up too late, trolling for new facebook friends. You’d actually be right. So much for extra sleep.

So here I am, after getting my ass handed to me at the gym, staying up too late again. I think I’m just about ready to start using my right pinky for typing again, two months after I smashed it open at the same gym. In any case, I’m up late finishing reading a graphic novel because books tend to get in my head and bug me if I don’t finish them. In any case, I should probably think about hitting the hay rather than do my nightly typing practice.

I surely didn’t break any records at the gym today. I suck at overhead weight lifting. However, I beat a guy who runs almost as fast as me, and is almost half my age. I could probably just say half my age, because that would be somewhere around 23, but the guy is probably 27, and (23-27)/27 is something around -15% error. That’s sort of like how one of the Crossfit “goals” is to deadlift twice your body weight, and even if weigh myself first thin in the morning, that’s 163*2, or 326 lbs. I’m only up to 305lbs, and I’m probably stopping there so I don’t hurt myself. I may go up to 315, but even then that’s (315-326)/326 or -3% error. Wait, I figure 2% is statistical noise, so if I make it to (326-326*2%) or about 320, I’ll be golden.

Or of course I can just lose some weight, so I can weigh 305/2 or 152.2, but I haven’t weighed that little since the 90’s and I was training for the marathon.

I think I’ll just stick with the sensible thing, try for 305 again, and then go up to 310 if the 305 feels OK, declare victory, and move on. I mean, heck, I got several attractive women to friend me on facebook so I think my romantic goals for this year are complete as well. VICTORY! (+/- 100%, anyway.)

I wonder sometimes about people who think this is a serious blog or something. I guess a link to my complaining about Foster Burger ended up on the Portland Food forum and I had a bunch of people reading it one day. One seemed to think my snarky comments about SE Portland were based in some sort of reality. To bad for him, I suppose. I deleted the comment because, well, this is my playground, not his.

I think I truly succeeded in doing very little today. Football season is almost over, and I’ve spent a bit of money on my TV and silly DirecTV service, so I figure it’s my duty to watch the NFL until the end of the season. It gives me a good extra excuse to sit around. Oddly enough, I seem to be listening to a lot of the game without actually watching it, and I seem to be reading a lot of graphic novels.

Well, so much for my weekend.