Friday, June 30, 2006

Time for a show


Well, it's time to head off to AnimeExpo. For those that are going, I'll see you there. For those that aren't...well, I'll see you back on 7/5. Feel free to buzz me on AIM if you've got my screen name since the messages will still go to my phone. I'll be sure to take pics so some of you can finally see what a real show is like (GTS is nothing compared to this). I'll miss ya!

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

10 things you might not have known

Okay, if Bojo is doing it then it *MUST* be cool!

1. I could read at a 2nd grade level prior to entering kindergarten and my parents didn't know it. I watched the same episode of Sesame Street three times a day which eventually went through all the phonograms and taught me to sound out words. Three year old logic: "If a big yellow bird that's taller than you are says it's a good idea to sound out words along with a giant brown mammal, you listen." I got sent to the principal's office the first day of school when my teacher found out, then later that week I was whisked away to the Ohio State University Psych. dept. to be analyzed and tested by various child psychologists and psychometrists - they wanted to see if I belonged in some special school. I don't know what my IQ tested at but it wouldn't have mattered if I somehow managed a score of 413. My parents were pretty not well to do and public school was very much my fate. For the most part that worked out for the best.

2. I have trouble asking for help. It's not out of pride - frankly, if I cared all that much about what others thought I wouldn't have survived high school. I was, am, and ever will be a dork. It's more that I know others have troubles of their own and I value self-sufficiency professionally, so to ask others to help shoulder my burden means I'm just adding to theirs which seems decidedly unfair. Strangely...

3. I'll typically put down whatever I'm doing and help you when I'm needed, particularly at work. If my peers are behind on something I'll become a freakin' Ironman triathlete He-Man and go at whatever needs done until it's finished. Of course my work tends to get left behind, but whatever. This probably comes from the homefront - having and living with a disabled father, my work gets set aside to take care of him when the need arises (an almost daily basis at the moment, but this will change in some months).

4. One of the best gifts anyone could give ever me is their presence. Time spent together. I firmly believe that we make time to do the things we really want done or be with who we really want to be with. That's not to say that we all prefer work more than family (although some do), but that there are two places you can look at a person's life and find out what's actually most important to them - their check register, and their life outside of work. Where a person's money and time go, so goes their heart, and unlike money, we have a finite, non-renewable supply of heartbeats and minutes on this earth which makes it far more valuable. The fact that someone would choose to spend some of those minutes and moments with me is a wonderful gift indeed.

5. I'm an author of sorts. Many of you know I write various non-fiction articles, but only a few of you know I also write short stories and poetry, concept novels, and have collaborated with other amateur writers. I've written about the wonders of a little boy, Stephen, and his family as they watch him play and discover; Alexander, a vampire from the Crusades; dancing ballerinas; a guy that grew up on the wrong side of the tracks; and other, less tame subjects. Typically the stories are written for specific individuals and as such aren't fit for publishing so no, you can't see them. They were gifts for someone else.

6. I dont' know what I want to do for a living. Beyond that, I don't know that it even matters what I do. I'm not nearly as concerned about what I do for a living, or in life in general, as much as who I do it with. I've been in awful occupational conditions as well as conditions superb, but both were enjoyable because of the people there with me. Hell, the place I work now can be a grinder, but I go in every day because there are folks there that I very much love and care about. They help make the rough days survivable. So does beer.

7. I love water that is there naturally...rain, streams, rivers, oceans....that kind of thing. Leaving California is sooooo hard because of the ocean, and that's part of the reason ComicCon is such a difficult show for me since the water is RIGHT THERE but I'm stuck inside. For my lunches (assuming I get one) I typically just get a pretzel and go outside and sit by the water for an hour. I'm just more relaxed, more open, like I feel more at home. One day...yup, one day that little place by the water will be mine. One day.

8. I've never taken Biology in my life. Ever. I took Chem and Physics in high school and Chem and Astronomy in college. My aunt is a retired biology and chemistry teacher; one day in 6th grade I was reading a book that talked about mitochondria and asked her what they were. I proceeded to get a two hour lesson on microbiology, cellular structure, DNA and RNA, amino acids, protein chains, and the like. I still have the notes in an old memorabelia box and remember just about everything she taught me. That one lesson combined with knowing how to procreate is all I need to know about biology.

9. I'm dyslexic. I didn't know it until a few years ago, though. A psychologist friend of mine noticed some curious spelling and reading errors and on a whim asked if I was dyslexic. "Nope." A couple tests later... "Yup." It's not major and hasn't really handicapped me in life. I'm sure none of my teachers remotely thought to test me because I always did well in school, but it does make sense out of a lot of deviations - I always had a heck of a time in spelling compared to other subjects, my reading speed was significantly slower than most of my peers, my reading comprehension standardized test scores always came back much lower than the other scores, I much prefer columns, articles, and plays to most novels because it takes me so long to read...stuff like that. And yet I'm an English major and taught high school English. Thanks, Mr. Soderman. Thanks for making your curse of a prognostication come true.

10. I sing. I was a scholarshiped singer in college and have won multiple small/local karaoke contests. Keep in mind my college was very small and most competitors at the karaoke contests were enjoying some level of drunkenness at the time so one shouldn't infer the quality of my singing from my experience, but I can definitely carry a tune. Some of my favorite music is acapella versions of pop songs...Goo Goo Dolls, Sarah MacLaughlin...stuff like that.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Vacancy

It's been over two years since my ex left, yet I *still* miss having someone there next to me when I roll over in bed.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Making friends with Vampires


Part of the reason for the non-caffeinated post below, and hence my largely non-caffeinated entire day, was because United Blood Services was on site at work taking donations. I donate when I can but I have pretty low blood pressure and tend to be a caffeine junkie so you combine the two and it doesn't go very well. So I've been drinking all kinds of water all day yesterday and today to help the process and, let me tell you, I'm sick of water. I'm a gamer, dammit! Lack of caffeine in the blood stream would be like being a vegetarian - you might be able to live like that, but it's just not the same. Give me my soda and my chocolate-covered espresso beans!!!

Make a vampire happy. Donate blood. Look up the Red Cross or United Blood Services or any other of the friendly local vampire services in your area. It's essentially painless and effortless, costs you nothing but 30-60 minutes of your life, and it might help save someone else's. Or even your own.

I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD MY COFFEE YET!!!!

Those who have worked or lived with me for any length of time (such as a single day) can generally pretty easily tell I'm not a morning person, and those that have worked with me at hte CU over the years are definitely aware. I've gotten better over the years at masking my disdain for morning but it's still very much alive.

It's 7:54 at work and the day hasn't even started, and one of my peers comes in and starts blurting out, "HI! How is everyone this fine and wonderful Friday morning?!?" blah blah SHUT THE FILTH UP!!!! I'm not much awake, it's not even the start of the day, and I haven't had my coffee yet!

Ugh...morning. Let's get this straight - it's not a good morning until 12:30 PM. It doesn't mean it's not a good day, but "good morning" is a dirty oxymoron.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Enter the Night...

June 21st - the summer solstice, and the longest day of the year.

Jun 22nd - the first day that nights start to get longer and longer...

I can't wait until the sun is already set when I close at work. Bring on the night!

Night > Day

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Wicked!


I can't wait!

The funny thing is I submitted the winning bid three seconds before the auction closed! Hahaha...BITCHEEESSSSSS!!!!! Of course that also means I probably made an enemy here in the Phoenix but oh well...I'll be safe in the theater watching the show! Unless, of course, that enemy is a decendent of John Wilkes Booth. Eh. I'll take my chances.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Ode to my Nemesis

I was listening to a song the other day and the lyrics instantly sent me back to sixth grade...the first time I met my Nemesis. What a grand day...

In any case, I post them for your enjoyment and understanding.

(Please note, Colleen, that I know longer loath you. Now it's just pleasant contempt, respect, and general fondness. Or something like that. You can cut out that "whole life long" bit.)

What is this feeling so sudden and new
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you?
My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling
My face is flushing, what is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?

Yeeesss!

Loathing.

Unadulterated loathing
For your face, your voice, your clothing.
Lets just say I loathe it all.
Every little trait however small,
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl,
With simple utter loathing.
Theres a strange exilhiration
In such total detestation.
It's so pure, so strong!
Though i do admit it came on fast,
Still, I do believe that it can last
and i will be loathing,
loathing you my whole life long.

And with a little luck, I'll be going to see this performed live. I'll find out tomorrow afternoon. Cross them fingers!

Depression

Residents of Seattle, WA and Columbus, OH areas tend to experience higher rates of depression because of how infrequently the sun comes out. Residents of the Phoenix, AZ metro area experience higher rates of depression because of this...



Stella and a 3" Steak

So we went to the Stockyards Restaurant yesterday - a very good but relatively unknown steakhouse - for dinner. I'd been there twice before for work lunches since it's just a 1/2 mile down the road and their lunches are very reasonable. On their menu I see a 12 oz baseball-cut top sirloin. I like me some sirloin, and the server says it's a circular cut with very little fat - woot! So I get that. Starts with bread, then comes the balsamic vinegarette salad, and then....then I see that they serve Stella Artois there (for those that don't know, it's a European-brewed beer). Now, this place has VERY Western American ambiance and is one of the last places I would have expected to serve Stella but I'm quite pleasantly surprised. So I ask for a Stella with my dinner.

Just a few minutes later, here comes my Stella and my steak...which had to be butterflied in order to cook it medium-well since otherwise it would have been a 3" spheroid!!! WTH??? It looked like someone would have taken a big ol' ice cream scooper to cut this thing! Baseball cut...no wonder. They weren't kiddin'.

Mmmm...Stella and a steak and potatoes....goooood!

And then we topped it off with white and dark chocolate mousse with raspberries.

I might not need to eat again until tonight at dinner. Still rather full.

Happy Father's Day!

Trevor, Mark, Bojo, Kirk, and all the others that might happen to glance at this whom it applies to...

Happy Father's Day!

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Evidence of things unseen

There are things out there that we can't see. You can agree or disagree as you like, but it's true. Sometimes we just know they're there without much real explanation. Other times we have evidence of things unseen. Case in point - the wind.

You can't really see the wind, but we know it's there. It makes flags wave, spins windmills, creates ocean waves, and in Arizona it creates the phenomenon known as the haboob - a giant wall of dust that moves across a region. If you've seen Stargate (and I know many of you have), the storm that sweeps over the desert town is ushered in with a haboob. For those that haven't, or simply forgot what it was...

In any case, today a storm swept up from the south across the valley which is rather odd for this time of year...normally such things don't really start to occurr until mid-summer. In any case, I had just walked out of work and sat in my car when I saw the wall of dust just south of South Mountain (gee, where's that name come from?). Five minutes later, the mountain had been completely shrouded in dust and flying earth. It was almost surreal getting to watch the dust crawl down the folds in the mountain then spread out like fog...I'd never stared at the wall head on (normally you just kinda get hit with it or find yourself in the middle of one) and the mountain takeover was downright nifty to watch. But the dust and dirt didn't move itself, that's for sure. Only that which is unseen could create such a force that makes mountains disappear.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Should I Stay or Should I Go Now?

A new position was created at work - Project Analyst - that would be a feeder into Business Analysis and Project Management. I was looking at openings for a friend of mine when I saw the posting and was intrigued. I've seen what the analysts and managers at my company do and, in my not so humble opinion, with a little time and practice I could blow half of them away and hang with the rest. But to post out would mean to leave the team I took over just a few weeks ago...I took my previous team from worst to first in about 8 months and I intended to turn this team around as well. They're also probably going to be adding a manager to our department in the next year or two that I would be a prime candidate for (assuming I did well with this team which isn't such a huge assumption).

The problem is the acceleration of my career at the credit union. I've held four positions in 27 months there. That's not terrible since each was a promtion save for the most recent lateral move, but this would be a complete change in career path, and, politically speaking, a permanent one as far as my company is concerned. So do I stick it out where I'm at and go for the position that will be added in a year or two, or do I go where the opportunity for promotion will come sooner but likely dead end after that?

I decided to stay. I have unfinished business with my team and I don't feel comfortable leaving them in our current state. Besides that, there are people in my department, both peers and subordinates, that I've known for almost nine years and I'm not ready to leave them yet. We work well together, and that commeraderie and the relationships aren't easy to find or build. I still enjoy what I do, and I enjoy who I do it with (insert mom joke here). You can't hope for much better than that (insert another mom joke here) as far as work goes.

Baseball news

*hands Trevor a dustpan*

Hey Trevor, you wanna help us sweep up out there? Man, we handed you an L four games in a row at your park??? Wow. Sorry you had to go through that. But not really.

Of course Pujols going on the DL (crap...I really wanted to see if he could bust one of the records this year) doesn't help my fantasy team any so maybe Hobbiton has a chance to get back in it.

And this just in from Joe Morgan - a quote from his Sunday evening baseball broadcast of the Angels at Clevelend: "The 2nd Baseman's responsibility is 2nd base." I'm SO glad he gets paid for dropping such insightful nuggets of wisdom on us. I wonder if he's figured out yet that Who is on first.