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digitaldisciplineSo, the weekend got off to a rollicking start at about four AM Saturday, with a trek to TPA for a flight to BUF to facilitate giving K's mother a coronary for her birthday (mission nearly accomplished).
Unfortunately, my enjoyment of the whirlwind trip home was substantially blunted by a case of the creeping intestinal crap, which wasn't anything as dramatic as salmonella or food poisoning, and instead made me turn interesting shades of green and feel like hammered dogshit (proof? I slept fifteen feet away from fifty people in mid-cacophony for nearly three hours).
Good to see folks; for as reluctant as I was to make the trip, it was about as good as it could be (the only miss was not catching up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yokes_1971 & the Mrs, since we hadn't realized they would be at her best friend's wedding the evening we were free).
Yesterday, K had to work, and I didn't. So I puttered around the yard (with far less excitement and personal injury thancritus encountered) and, apparently not free of the creeping crap, passed out for several hours in the afternoon. Along the lines of reading reading reading book's over there oh man I drooled all over the place.
Was semi-coherent as we made our way to the first Lightning game of the regular season, which was moderately exciting, if unsuccessful. The new seats are leagues better than the old ones, and it's a matter of figuring out which of our neighbors are regulars (the nuclear family to our left definitely are, but the teenage son grates on me... "Don't boo what you paid to see!" he hollers, as the 'Ning waged an ineffectual 5 on 3 power play, to which I muttered, "You pay your money, you can say what you want." Hopefully, the foursome of guys in front of us are regulars; they're boisterous and irreverent in the same way we are. Also, the cop who does traffic control at the intersection NW of the Forum knows me on sight already. There are perks to wearing an out-of-town jersey to every game. ;-)
6am rollout at the office this morning to complete a departmental relocation was awfully damn early, compounded by some of the stuff that should have been taken care of over the weekend, shall we say, not. In any case, only took about four hours.
There were peculiar dreams about eating instant oatmeal, hanging out withmighty_man (not involving eating oatmeal), and other, less-specific weirdness, all of which is pretty much par for the course around here.
I'm putting up my usual mediocre numbers in the fantasy football leagues (2-3 in both, due to the inevitable combination of bad luck and more bad luck, as always), and my usual league-stomping ones in the fantasy hockey one (as of this morning, I was within spitting distance of league-leader M_M).
In completely unrelated news, the kitten that was born to the feral female under our house has been relocated (by its mother, not us) to our garage; it's a dark grey male tiger stripe, provisionally named "Geek."
In other completely unrelated news, I was reminded that my supervisor does more than fuck with his Cooper Mini in his time off (when not being threatened in biker bars or propositioned by drunk women at batchelorette parties) when he correctly identified DJ Tiesto's version of Barber's Adagio for Strings when it was playing (ie: when I started typing this some time ago); at his recommendation, I tried to find the choral version I heard on NPR some months back at gracenote.com, and came up with two potential candidates: http://gracenote.com/music/album.html/genclassical/6202ef1e2ac810d7e8935c4e318d9c9f.html) & http://gracenote.com/music/album.html/genclassical/c906d501d83a81008b729aa9e1d70472.html). Will do some further hunting to see if I can determine which is the one I'd encountered, because it was quite nice.
Unfortunately, my enjoyment of the whirlwind trip home was substantially blunted by a case of the creeping intestinal crap, which wasn't anything as dramatic as salmonella or food poisoning, and instead made me turn interesting shades of green and feel like hammered dogshit (proof? I slept fifteen feet away from fifty people in mid-cacophony for nearly three hours).
Good to see folks; for as reluctant as I was to make the trip, it was about as good as it could be (the only miss was not catching up with
yokes_1971 & the Mrs, since we hadn't realized they would be at her best friend's wedding the evening we were free).Yesterday, K had to work, and I didn't. So I puttered around the yard (with far less excitement and personal injury than
critus encountered) and, apparently not free of the creeping crap, passed out for several hours in the afternoon. Along the lines of reading reading reading book's over there oh man I drooled all over the place. Was semi-coherent as we made our way to the first Lightning game of the regular season, which was moderately exciting, if unsuccessful. The new seats are leagues better than the old ones, and it's a matter of figuring out which of our neighbors are regulars (the nuclear family to our left definitely are, but the teenage son grates on me... "Don't boo what you paid to see!" he hollers, as the 'Ning waged an ineffectual 5 on 3 power play, to which I muttered, "You pay your money, you can say what you want." Hopefully, the foursome of guys in front of us are regulars; they're boisterous and irreverent in the same way we are. Also, the cop who does traffic control at the intersection NW of the Forum knows me on sight already. There are perks to wearing an out-of-town jersey to every game. ;-)
6am rollout at the office this morning to complete a departmental relocation was awfully damn early, compounded by some of the stuff that should have been taken care of over the weekend, shall we say, not. In any case, only took about four hours.
There were peculiar dreams about eating instant oatmeal, hanging out with
mighty_man (not involving eating oatmeal), and other, less-specific weirdness, all of which is pretty much par for the course around here. I'm putting up my usual mediocre numbers in the fantasy football leagues (2-3 in both, due to the inevitable combination of bad luck and more bad luck, as always), and my usual league-stomping ones in the fantasy hockey one (as of this morning, I was within spitting distance of league-leader M_M).
In completely unrelated news, the kitten that was born to the feral female under our house has been relocated (by its mother, not us) to our garage; it's a dark grey male tiger stripe, provisionally named "Geek."
In other completely unrelated news, I was reminded that my supervisor does more than fuck with his Cooper Mini in his time off (when not being threatened in biker bars or propositioned by drunk women at batchelorette parties) when he correctly identified DJ Tiesto's version of Barber's Adagio for Strings when it was playing (ie: when I started typing this some time ago); at his recommendation, I tried to find the choral version I heard on NPR some months back at gracenote.com, and came up with two potential candidates: http://gracenote.com/music/album.html/genclassical/6202ef1e2ac810d7e8935c4e318d9c9f.html) & http://gracenote.com/music/album.html/genclassical/c906d501d83a81008b729aa9e1d70472.html). Will do some further hunting to see if I can determine which is the one I'd encountered, because it was quite nice.
