In this installment: Things go well for me financially, Vlad and Cliff are nice guys, and I kill a moose.

My 1978 Chevy power-to-the-max offroading adventurous little go-machine was a camperized wonder of the "how didn't it break down" kind. And with Betty as my trusty rusty sidekick did I engage in many many fine adventures. Including time travel.

Once upon a time, I was suicidal. At a time when there was nothing else worth living for, I started watching Deep Space Nine. I am so glad I did.

I'd bet a dollar per donut that all my regular readers already know I got a new job. A while ago. It's old news, really. But I suppose, given that I announced my desire on this blog, some kind of online conclusion is only fitting.
So, I've got a new job. The [...]

This is so me. I'll wager most who know me well could recognize the similarities.
What a conversation crutch my favorite TV Shows are. But.. I don't follow sports, lately religion isn't the endless fascination it once was, I hate celebrity gossip, feel personal gossip is best kept personal, and, well... I don't [...]

So I'm composing a post in my head.. vauge.. regarding some shit I've been living lately. Then I realize I'm repeating myself. Already said what needed saying, circa 2001-06-06. So. Blast from the past (shout out to Projects for any readers of my last site).

A thinner skin
Of late, I have been [...]

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FUCK!
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FUCK!!!
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fuck... I'm even running out of steam just trying to bitch about this.
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FUCK!!!!
(last minute bad news)
DOUBLE FUCKING FUCKITTY FUCK!
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*sigh*
anyone hiring?

"On average, workers spent 45 minutes less with their family during workdays in 2005 than they did two decades earlier Add it up and the lost time amounts to 195 hours less with family"
"specifically the fact workers tend increasingly to watch television alone, eat alone and spend less time on meals"
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I keep being reminded about how my role & career are slowly transitioning to be more management heavy

I mean, c'mon, what a shite waterfall. A brief communiqué from my time on walkabout.

Can't wait to learn who I am. What I'm about. The coffe I drink. The TV shows I watch. The color of my socks.

Of late, I have been more open; inviting. I’d like to add honest and kind, but perhaps not...

short.

From March 2000 to October 2000, I gave up on computers and became a big-rig truck driver. I had my share of headaches but also my share of fun. Highlights included sneaking off to Las Vegas for a weekend, hanging out at the Mall Of America and seeing Nine Inch Nails on tour. Sometimes funny, sometimes just what happened and sometimes a result of me staring at the road for hours on end. These are my trucking stories.

For reasons not worth going into, my mom and one of her co-workers set me up on a blind date, with the co-worker's daughter. To them, this is immensely funny. The whole office knows about it; it's a big joke. When I contemplated whether I should go or not, my friends urged me to. "It's [...]