• Why the f*** am I still up?

    I’m always b****ing and moaning about being tired. At my optimal bedtime I usually say to myself, “I’m just going to read one more article.” Uh, yeah, sure you will. Pretty soon two hours have passed, and I’m good and f***ed.

    Tomorrow I’ll no doubt be up at my normal time, engaging in my latest hobby – coffee slurping. I’m working on a wicked tough patch of scar tissue on my tongue from repeated scalding. I figure by this time next year I’ll be able to boil spaghetti on my tongue without flinching (I still haven’t thought of how I can overcome the obvious capacity problem though). Of course all of this begs the question, “what the f*** are you still doing up writing this c**p?”

    Just adding insult to injury baby! Throwing caution to the wind! Living for the moment! Carpe diem!

    Sounds like I should be having a really good time. Sounds like I’ve really got this staying up late thing completely screwed up.

    S***, are we out of coffee?

    Seriously, are we out of coffee? That’s not even funny. Tragic, but not funny.

  • Life is like,

    How often has a Gallagher stand-up routine been a good metaphor for your life? You know, when life hits you with a sledge hammer and you end up splattering everyone within a thirty foot radius.

    I’m actually doing pretty fair at the moment, just thought it might be amusing to say. It’s been a while since I’ve talked about Gallagher. I wonder if he’s still working?

  • Another PC project

    Not that I need any external pressure to fool around with my PowerBook, but I was feeling it from two different directions this weekend. First there was the peer pressure. That’s right friends; peer pressure isn’t just for adolescence anymore. It’s just as relevant to a 34 year old computer nerd as it is for a 16 year old dermatologist’s patient. It seems that a friend of ours aspired to digitizing his entire music collection. Yes, many moons ago I too aspired to digitizing my music, but only a selection of my music – that portion that I actually listened to on a semi-regular basis.

    I know, it seems so naive now, but you know what they say about hindsight.

    The second, but considerably less important pressure came from our families’ general lack of space. A large CD collection takes up a lot of it, a digitized collection, not so much. Twenty hours of my live later (but who’s counting), I’m sitting in my office listening to music I haven’t bothered with in ten years. Yes, iPod. Don’t you? If you don’t you really should.