I guess I’m on a NIN kick.
This is Go, Bell, go! Of course there is cussing. According to Vevo, that makes the song “dirty”.
Song of the Day: 01/26/2012
Song of the Day: 01/25/2012
Somehow I happened across this video of NIN playing “Somewhat Damaged” live. That’s the song I wanted to see them perform live, and the main reason I bought tickets to their last show in CO. They didn’t play it. At least now I get to see what I missed. It’s pretty badass. Oh, uh, cussing? Cussing, yes.
Yea! I Did Something.
I received the last bit of hardware (can I call a cord that?) that I needed to set my computer up in my Bell Cave. I’m hoping that with getting that room cleaned and set up I will start to be more productive. We’ll see.
Travis came over to play a board game with Eric. It’s a competitive game called Eclipse. I really have no interest in competitive games so I jammed out to music instead. And wasted time surfing the internet. Yeah. More productive. Heh.
Planning Session
Eric and I went out to the Pikes Peak Herp Society meeting today for a planning and preparation session for the upcoming expo.
I… I can’t remember if I’ve written about this on here or not, but the club is back to doing the expos, unfortunately. I stopped doing them a couple years ago because the person who runs the expo is pretty unbearable and completely unprofessional (I’m looking at you, Lynn). Most of the vendors working the booths were complaining about how poor the shows are. We weren’t recruiting many new members. They started to seem like major wastes of a Saturday.
But, there’s interest, again, in the club doing a booth at the expos. If I had my way, we wouldn’t work a booth, but I’m not the voice of the club. I am, however, looked to as the club’s administrator so I get to make sure the show goes off without a hitch.
We’re splitting costs and a booth with the PPHS. The booths are a whopping $30 more than they used to be. And! We can’t choose what booth we work, so Lynn stuck us right at the fucking entrance. Great. Here’s to having so many people crowding the area that people can’t actually get to our spot.
The show is coming up on Feb 4th. Yea. I have some misc tasks to do, like making a promo video for our groups’ events and some general graphics. I need to get the club’s new logo made ASAP, though, if I’m going to include it on promo material.
I so don’t feel like doing any of this. Can’t you tell from my tone?
Sun Seekers
Today, Grandpa came over for lunch and afterwards we started our second puzzle (of three). It has cats and sunflowers. I bet my mom would love it. Grandpa needs better glasses or eye surgery… something. I was gathering all the edge pieces so we could see how big the puzzle is, and he couldn’t even tell if a piece was flat or not. …and he’s still driving… my car…. ahem.
Tonight was our monthly game night. Erin and Greg hosted. I, however, was a lameass and didn’t go. Why? Because I’m mental.
I can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve felt this mentally unhealthy. Anxiety is messing with my digestion and causing me to breakout in hives. I’ve been so depressed I don’t even want to get out of bed. I do because, 1) I realize feeling like this isn’t “normal” and 2) I have bills to pay, so I need to go to work. I haven’t been getting anything done, though, because I don’t feel like doing anything and, even if I did, I can’t fucking focus. It’s been like this for a couple weeks, now.
Blah. Whatever. Something will give.
Anyway, it’s, like, 12:30 AM and Eric still isn’t home from game night. I thought I’d try to stay up until he got home (why, I don’t know), but I’m starting to get groggy so off to bed I go.
Song of the Day: 01/20/2012
You, you, nothing’s better than aiming at nothing and hitting your mark.
Now this is getting silly.
For dinner, I wanted wontons. Bad. So Eric and I hit up the only Chinese restaurant in our area that was open today: China China Restaurant in Manitou Springs. We called an order in and then went to pick it up in Eric’s car. He goes inside the place and I see him and, who I’m assuming is, the restaurant owner talking and repeatedly glancing at the car. Eric comes back to the car and tells me the man said it’s his “dream car.” Seriously? Okay, I can kind-of understand the ogling coming from the dude working at the car wash or the teen working at McD’s, but this is an older Chinese gentleman. This Subaru Impreza is really his dream car? The fuck? I am seriously missing the mystique of Bullet (yes, of course I name other people’s cars, too).
Anyway, the food was AWESOME. I have found my new favorite Chinese food place. I’m slightly saddened by the presence of corn in the egg drop soup, but the hot and sour soup was good enough I would order that instead, in the future. The sesame chicken was all chicken, sauce and sesame seeds. The dish had no weird noodles, no icky veggies and all the pieces were bite sized, not grey and not chewy. The fried rice had no veggies in it, either, which I’ve never seen before but I loved it. And, the wontons, while not the best I’ve ever had, certainly still hit the spot.
And in completely random news, I wish I could rock Tilda Swinton’s hair style.
Who dat? Apparently the Niners.
We started our day off taking Lao to the vet. It’s probably been about a year and a half since he’s been so he needed to get current on his shots. I also wanted him to get micro-chipped. Eventually Georgia will get chipped, too. They don’t go outside (except for on leashes) but they were both strays at one time so them fleeing the safety of their home isn’t out of the realm of possibility. Lao has also been scratching at his ears to the point they bleed. This was a semi-emergency vet visit as we needed to have him treated for whatever is his ear issue. Turns out he had a bad case of mites! So, now we need to get Georgia in ASAP to be treated for ear mites if need be, also (she doesn’t scratch). The problem with Georgia, and why she hasn’t been to a vet since 2008, is she does horribly during car rides. It’s not the constant meowing, peeing and pooping that’s worrisome, either; she gets so worked up she starts foaming at the mouth. I’m fearful she’ll have a heart attack. The vet was able to give us a bottle of cat sedative pills, though, so we should be able to get her in with no issues. Lao has pretty much been sleeping the whole day, now. That visit and the shots took a lot out of him.
After the vet we went over to Grandpa’s for lunch. We listened to some interesting (read: towards the end of his career) Benny Goodman records. Regardless how squawk-y he was, I was still inspired to break out my clarinet. I need to do that one of these days next week.
After Grandpa’s we took Eric’s car through a car wash. Maybe it’s my strong disdain for imports but I’ve never thought Eric’s car was anything special. I mean, I don’t want to slag it; it’s a perfectly fine vehicle. I own a Cavalier; I can’t really talk shit. But, it’s not like he’s driving an STI rally car or something like that. It’s, like, a first generation Impreza. Still, it never ceases to amaze me how many compliments he gets on it. Sure enough, the guy who took his payment at the car wash ogled the car and commented on how nice it was. I’m like, “Have you SEEN the spoiler?” I kid, I kid. That spoiler comes in handy.
After car washing we stopped to get a Papa Murphy pizza and some Guinness, and then headed home. We watched way too much TV. At least the Saints’ game was exciting, even though they lost. I couldn’t even watch the Broncos’ game after halftime. The Avs won today. NHL > NFL. Sports. But yeah… that was a lot of TV watching.
While the games were on I surfed back through my Twitter history (I don’t know why) and I found something I tweeted that makes me laugh, now:
…and four months later look at what I was driving. Just goes to show, beggars can’t be choosers. I seriously hope I never get caught dead in Gerald, though.
Found on Pinterest
I came across a “story” on Pinterest today and I want to know what is the first thing you think of after reading this story:
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. The nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’ He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’
I know this was written with the intent of being a heartwarming story; but isn’t that the norm, to continue to visit sick family members? The comments lead me to believe what the man in this story did is extraordinary. People seriously will stop visiting a loved one or family member if that person has lost their memory? What the fuck is wrong is people?
The fact that this story exists makes me sad. Damn. I seriously hope the first thing you thought after reading this was, “Fucking duh.”
Song of the Day: 01/10/2012
I think it’s really bizarre I woke up with this song stuck in my head, considering I can’t remember the last time I listened to it…
Fun Fact Friday (I wish it was Friday): Third Eye Blind’s debut album (where this song is from) was the first CD I ever owned.