Monthly Archives: August 2003

on and on

Friday was a nice evening, dropped the car of with my dad, had a scotch with him, then went to Sean’s house and had dinner with his folks and Nedra. Tasty BBQ, (wasabi steak, but not too pungent, just tasty), taters, corn (really), happy puppies, tho Augie stayed home. Had some beer, some wine, ah, the good life. Got home and reflexively walked in to check my email, and blinky blinky went the LED on my monitor, blank as a White House check to Haliburton. ugh, not again. So, I did what all l337s do I ignored it all weekend and had a good time. But yesterday after a little thought and no action I got me a shiny new CPU (athlon 2200+ XP!) and a case and case fan. I ruin equipment too fast to be an overclocker, but cooler is generally better.

Spent the evening building a new machine. Took my time, got everything good, ooh, pretty. Wired all together, ready to try it out, plug it in and SNAP, something electrical makes that noise, accompanied by that pleasant smell of fried components. Crap. So, my personal box is dead, pending some pain in the butt diagnostics…next I’ll try some things I should’ve looked at in the first place…memory and video card. If it doesn’t sound like good times to you, you’ve probably never spent 7 hours rolling up a D&D character and invented a character class.

Happier times were Saturday when Sean and I brewed up a batch of IPA. Oh, yeah, it’s gonna be tasty. My only concern is that even at 9pm when we were looking to measure specific gravity (1.041) it was still 76F in the house, which means that it’ll take a long time for a 5 gallon jar of water and goo to cool down from 90F to 78F so that the yeast doesn’t go frickin nutso. Sean went home and I eventually added the yeast anyway after moving the brew to the slightly cooler basement. It did some mad overflowing over the course of the next 36 hours, to the tune of 2-3 pints of scumptious lovin, but the temperature is now holding in the mid-70s like a pair of corduroy OP shorts. Had a Spaten Optimator and replaced the overflow valve with a bubbler last night in an effort to say f-you stoopid computer and now it’s bubblin away, and in a few weeks good times will be had by all. cheers.

The Post post-skeptic

After the fact, the Post brings up some interesting points, and a nice summary of some of the Iraq war BS pulled by those in charge. via Atrios.

that wily to be

A tall friend (the albatross) sent a nice link to a NYT (you need registration) article. Check it out, it’ll make you chuckle.

ah, friday

3:57 all is well. A hectic week coming to a close, and I’m close to finishing my todo list wooohoo. Still truckin’, trying to get closure on a phase of backup implementation in time to enjoy an outside margarite. Gotta pick my dad up in a bit, he’s getting into town on boat. I’m sad about that, though, it seems that he doesn’t have the time to hang out. I dunno, you make time for what’s important, and it bothers me when I hear he’s driven through town without even a phone call. Now he’s here, I’m picking him up, delivering his car, or whatever, but still no time. So I’m a bit pissed and hurt. I suppose that 30 is a fine time to come to terms with these things. I feel like I’m spouting teen angst. Maybe it’s just something way past its due. Awhile ago I’d posed a problem for myself, whether to harbor anger for various things or to let them slide and try to foster a positive relationship. I decided on the former, you only live once, but he’s making it damn hard to let it pass on by. Cheers. Not long till the good times roll now.


Not a regular client of strip clubs, I ended up on the road to Union Jack’s on Lower E Burnside the other night at the prodding of some friends. I thought I remembered seeing it next to the dance studio there so I parked in a lot on the west side of the building, to discover that I was several blocks short of the destination. Walking up the street, I saw a small group of people on the street corner, three of whom walked one way, and the fourth sort of came towards me, and the nice man greeted me and engaged me in some light chit-chat…it was interesting the smoothness with which he changed direction, to match my gait. When he started speaking of ‘likin the ladies’ and hubba-hubba sorta implications, I of course said that I too like ladies, thinking that we’d hit on some common element. And when he mentioned that the girls up there were his, I nodded sorta congratulatory, like rock on man. And when he suggested that I didn’t look like the type who wasn’t gonna take them to a hotel room and tie them up and beat them, I wasn’t quite sure what he was implying about my appearance, but I was sure that I was pretty slow to figure out that I was being solicited.


wow, I’ve just been slammed here lately. I’m totally out of touch with all my blog buddies, the news, the world, beer, whatever. Work’s been nonstop. I feel like I have meetings or appointments or whatever every night. Last night we talked wedding plans, tnite I have a bizarro hearing about some players on one of the teams that I manage. And if that wasn’t happening I’d be at a coach’s meeting for the under 10’s team I manage. Tomorrow there’s something…jeez, I wouldn’t even have time for beer if there always wasn’t time for beer. I hear my coworkers going out for a pint, but I can’t go. I’m meeting people at the Green Room, but I can’t drink. Pining away, I am. Not really, I’m plenty happy but just expressing to myself and the world my recent silence. gosh, I’ll be around soon though so don’t give up!

but anyway, before this sudden wackiness, I’d started some posts that I expect I’ll finish in the next few days, expect things that may be a bit anachronistic. Just realized I haven’t even checked my stats yet in August!