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...
Category: General
Pickle In My Pants
I ate so much Denny's tonight, I almost shit a brown pickle into my pants.
Fun in the Sun
This picture was taken by my wife (using her cell phone) this past weekend when she went to the beach in Venice. Pardon the thumb.
Enjoying The Next 3,600 Minutes…
The way we view time is weird. It's Friday; I've got two whole days and change before I'm sitting back at my desk in my office...So, as I'm sitting here, I start to think: "Wow, all night tonight, all day Saturday, and all day Sunday... The weekend is here. All that time awaiting my arrival!" Seems like a long time. There's so much I could get done.Then, I do a Chewbode thing. For whatever reason, I decide to look at this weekend ahead of me as hours, not days. The weekend converts to about 60 hours. Hmm. 60 hours. When I say it to myself, it sounds like less time than the 2+ days I was just thinking of.Deeper down the rabbit hole I go... I then decide to think of the weekend in minutes. 3,600 minutes until I'm back at work. That seems like even less time than 60...
Habs Have Not
I am a hockey fan. Actually, let me go off on this for a minute, as I once was a fan, then became a non-fan, then was a re-born fan... Wait a minute... Hold on a sec. I gotta straighten this out... I played hockey from the age of 8 to 16. It was a fun time; I was pretty good, but at the beginning of my sophomore year of High School, my family moved to Florida. Now, there are a lot of great things that have happened to me since moving here, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. But, hockey went out the window, as there was really no such thing down here then... Damn. So, being a kid and loving hockey, I naturally followed it closely. After moving, I left it behind in a (sad) attempt to re-structure my life in my new environment. Now, if...
Here We Go…
Well, here we go. I've just started my very first blog. I have to say, that I think this will be fun. I really don't have much to say right this minute, as I'm not feeling well and I'm in the process of helping my wife with a PowerPoint presentation for her office. TTFN...
