The time is almost upon us. I live in Sarasota, FL, which currently lies smack-dab in the middle of the path of hurricane Charlie. Yeah. Great. Shauna and I will most likely weather the storm at home, even if it's in the bathroom in the middle of the building. Currently, it looks like Charley will be knocking on the front door around 8:00pm Friday, so we have a little time. I expect I will make a definite call tomorrow morning if we'll stay here or get in the car (me, Shauna, our two cats, my mom and sister, and their cat and dog) and head East towards Lake Okeechobee. They say the storm will be a strong Category 3 by the time it gets here. Needless to say, there are a lot of people that are nervous over this one. A hurricane of this magnitude hasn't hit the Suncoast since...
Author: Chewbode
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The Grindstone
I wish I could say I had an interesting weekend, but I spent it at the office. 53 hour week this week. And that's with taking Monday off because I was sick, and having to leave 3.5 hours early on Tuesday as well. Yuk. The only fun thing that happened was that my wife and I went to the dollar theater last night and saw Around the World in 80 Days. It was a fun movie. It really helped get my mind off work for a couple of hours. Sick Thought of the Day: Shit Moustache
Meow
It's been a while since I posted last. Things have been pretty busy for me the last week or so. Anyway... Saw Catwoman this weekend. The movie was OK, but after Spider-Man and X-Men, the story seemed very campy; a little too comic-bookish. I guess it may be my viewing preference, as I like the way the directors of these Marvel movies are portraying the characters as real people, and the "laws" of comicbookdom are not applied too much to the movies. I've always had trouble latching on to DC story lines, as they just seem too far-fetched. Halle Berry was alright, but the constant purring and cat-like movements really hurt the film. I'd give it a C+, and that's mainly for Benjamin Bratt's always-great portrayal of a cop. Also bought a new acoustic guitar yesterday. It wanted something inexpensive that had a decent sound, so I got a Yamaha...
Cop Killa
I'm normally not the kind of guy who thinks that blowing up police cars is funny or killing cops is cool. Last night I realized that, in the virtual world, I'm quite happy with both of those scenarios. Millard and I sat and played Vice City for hours and I was laughing my ass off every time I'd slam into a cop car or run an officer over. Man, they were ganging up on me so much. They'd push and slam into my jacked SUV or car and just make it do these crazy stunts. That's so much fun! I started out last night not feeling too vibrant because the crazy week at the office drained me hard. After playing that game, I was so relaxed and happy. I wish I'd have gotten this game when it first came out. So, that being said, I'm at the office today with...
Dormio, Ergo Sum
Well, the last couple of days were hellish: Monday at around 4:15pm the e-mail server at the office died. We called Microsoft and they recommended we repair the database. We started that around 9:00pm. Schunk and I stayed until 2:00am, and then went home to sleep. Total hours worked: 18.00 Tuesday we came in to find the server still hadn't finished the repair. We toiled over the machine until 7:00pm, when we decided to cut our losses and restore a backup file from Thursday night, effectively losing four days of e-mail data. I volunteered to stay the "first shift" to make sure the backup routine didn't encounter any problems. Schunk left at 9:00pm. I stayed until 5:15 am. Total hours worked: 21.25 I got home and fell asleep at 6:00am on Wednesday. I slept all day and stayed home from work. It really sucks working all 40 hours in two...
Ugh
I'm still at work. Ugh. I've been here since 8:00am yesterday (20 hours ago). The good thing is that in about 45 minutes, I'm going home and the friggin e-mail server here will be fixed. Yeah!
Give Me a Broken E-mail Server, I’ll Give You 12 Hours
Shit. Fuck. Shit, shit, shit! No, that's not my agenda with the Mudpuppy tonight. It's my disgust with the e-mail server at work. The fucking thing decided to take a nose-dive today at 4:30pm. I call Microsoft for support since it's REALLY fucked up bad, and they tell me that it will be a long repair process; one which I need to watch like a hawk (translation: have to be at the office for). Looks like I'll be out of here around 3:00am or 4:00am. Shit.
Day Off
I decided today that I was going to take Wednesday off because my last paycheck stub showed the following balances: Vacation time: 232.09 hours (5 weeks, 5 days, 4 hours, 55.56 minutes) Sick time: 40 hours (1 week) Personal Days: 16 hours (2 days) Insane. And, I still have another 1.5 weeks to accrue this year. So, I went up to my boss and told him. He was cool about it. I think I'll go get my hair cut, as it's about a week and a half overdue. Maybe get the oil changed on my truck as well. I have a load of old VHS movies I'll take to Goodwill, along with some clothes. The rest of the day I'll spend on the comic book database application that I'm working on. Sick Thought of the Day: Penis Blisters
Habitual Mastication
Last night I watched about a third of Tron with Millard. For some fucked up reason, the DVD freaked out (twice) at the point where Flynn is talking to RAM in the cell block right after he gets digitized. Oddly enough, the digitizing of the disc screwed up, and all these odd colored blocks were all over the screen while the inverted movie played in the background. Like I said, fucked up.So, after getting sick of that real quick, I popped in Spider-man and we watched that. Millard fell asleep on the couch...After the first snore, I slowly approached him like the prowling cat that I am. First came the sweaty palms, then the salivation as I touched the zipper on his pants. He mumbled something in his sleep and shifted, but didn't wake.My eyes glazed over. As I unzipped his pants, I dropped my zipper too. The both of...
Dentists, Lights, and Eight Hours of Insanity
So, today was another day in the life of Chewbode. I sat through eight hours of insanity. Let me explain what insanity is: Doing something that you didn't realize you were going to do until someone (usually a more powerful or higher status person than you) tells you that you are going to do something, and you know nothing about what you are going to do. Oh, and you're doing it tomorrow. For eight hours. That's insane. Pretending that you like doing something for the sake of projecting an image to others, who probably don't care whether you like it or not, but you don't know if they care, and you still want to impress "just to be on the safe side". Insane. Telling yourself that Cheeze-Its are only a "recreational hobby". Complaining for 5 years that "this is broken", or "this needs adjustment", and being ignored. As soon as...
