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Sep. 23rd, 2009 03:39 pmCurse you, FireBowl! Your name should be FireAnus, because that's what you are! Agh! Ow! Dammit, why do I keep eating there?!?
( random babbling )
I kept meaning to write a post announcing my return to Dallas for the past couple weeks, but there just hasn't been anything to write about really. I'm here for the sequel of that previous job. The biggest difference between the two jobs is that this one takes place in the ass-crack of the summer. OMG. Even though the hours and the physical work ain't that bad, by the end of the day I'm exhausted, just from sweating so damn hard. My sweat glands are pooped. It doesn't leave me much energy to spare to go out and hang with Cameron or do anything other than wash, eat, and go to bed.
The drill crew I'm working with this time is very different. I was warned that the driller was a drill sergeant, but only now am I fully appreciating what that meant. He's hard on his helpers, which means they do whatever they're told (by him or me) without grumbling, which is good, but even I'm a bit wary of the driller and I don't even work for him. The worst part though are the 15 minute lunch breaks. He decides what we're eating that day and sends one helper to get lunch. By the time we finish chewing, it's back to work! I miss having an hour to myself in the middle of the day in the air conditioning. My second favorite part of the day, gone.
On the positive side, all this overtime and per diem kicks up my pay by about %50 per month and that's worth the fatigue. I have been thinking about getting a DSLR camera soon; I'm tired of trying to coax decent pictures out of my point-and-shoot. I think I'll use the bulk of my excess pay to pay off my truck. It would be nice to not have to worry about that anymore. I had thought I'd be spending my evenings putting together a costume for AFest, but that hasn't happened yet. Maybe when I get more adjusted to this schedule I'll be able to scrounge up enough energy to do it.
Oh yeah, when I got back from AX, I got a little email from Southwest Airlines saying I'd finally earned a free roundtrip flight. I'll admit, my first reflexive response was something along the lines of, "Free out of state con! Woo! Acen? Otakon? D*Con? Who knows!" Not too long afterwards I realized that it'd probably be smarter to save the flight for something more responsible. I think I'll let Liz have it. She's been planning to go see her BFF in New Mexico this summer and although I think road trips are awesome fun, it'd make the trip a lot easier for her if she flew.
Hmmm, I can't think of anything else interesting. That must mean it's bed time. G'night!
I kept meaning to write a post announcing my return to Dallas for the past couple weeks, but there just hasn't been anything to write about really. I'm here for the sequel of that previous job. The biggest difference between the two jobs is that this one takes place in the ass-crack of the summer. OMG. Even though the hours and the physical work ain't that bad, by the end of the day I'm exhausted, just from sweating so damn hard. My sweat glands are pooped. It doesn't leave me much energy to spare to go out and hang with Cameron or do anything other than wash, eat, and go to bed.
The drill crew I'm working with this time is very different. I was warned that the driller was a drill sergeant, but only now am I fully appreciating what that meant. He's hard on his helpers, which means they do whatever they're told (by him or me) without grumbling, which is good, but even I'm a bit wary of the driller and I don't even work for him. The worst part though are the 15 minute lunch breaks. He decides what we're eating that day and sends one helper to get lunch. By the time we finish chewing, it's back to work! I miss having an hour to myself in the middle of the day in the air conditioning. My second favorite part of the day, gone.
On the positive side, all this overtime and per diem kicks up my pay by about %50 per month and that's worth the fatigue. I have been thinking about getting a DSLR camera soon; I'm tired of trying to coax decent pictures out of my point-and-shoot. I think I'll use the bulk of my excess pay to pay off my truck. It would be nice to not have to worry about that anymore. I had thought I'd be spending my evenings putting together a costume for AFest, but that hasn't happened yet. Maybe when I get more adjusted to this schedule I'll be able to scrounge up enough energy to do it.
Oh yeah, when I got back from AX, I got a little email from Southwest Airlines saying I'd finally earned a free roundtrip flight. I'll admit, my first reflexive response was something along the lines of, "Free out of state con! Woo! Acen? Otakon? D*Con? Who knows!" Not too long afterwards I realized that it'd probably be smarter to save the flight for something more responsible. I think I'll let Liz have it. She's been planning to go see her BFF in New Mexico this summer and although I think road trips are awesome fun, it'd make the trip a lot easier for her if she flew.
Hmmm, I can't think of anything else interesting. That must mean it's bed time. G'night!
Happy Meme
Dec. 6th, 2008 01:30 pmI got tagged by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vampirate777.
1. Post about something that made you happy today even if it's just a small thing.
2. Do this everyday for a week without fail.
3. Tag 8 of your friends to do the same.
Happy Meme: Day #1 (Friday 12/05/2008)
I nom-nomed a DOZEN tortillas from Taco Cabana. Those tortillas are so fat and warm and soft . . . *drool* All those carbs probably make me fat and warm and soft too, but let's look at the positive! It definitely made happy in my mouth.
I can't really think of 8 other people who post on a daily basis, so no tags here.
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Aside from that, Jim Gaffigan was pretty funny last night. We sat up in the balcony for the first time and I'd been worried our view would suck, but it was actually a good perspective. As Liz may have informed you, he had a new bit about bacon, which I found very applicable to my life, being a fatty American myself. Despite all of his talk about food and being lazy, after the show we still kinda wanted to go be fatties at Waffle House. But we settled on Taco Cabana instead.
Today and tomorrow I'll be focusing on moving my stuff into the new apartment. So that means today will be the 3rd Annual "Running of the Costumes," the rare day when all of my costumes leave the apartment, leading my neighbors to wonder who the hell they've been living next to for the past year.
vampirate777.1. Post about something that made you happy today even if it's just a small thing.
2. Do this everyday for a week without fail.
3. Tag 8 of your friends to do the same.
Happy Meme: Day #1 (Friday 12/05/2008)
I nom-nomed a DOZEN tortillas from Taco Cabana. Those tortillas are so fat and warm and soft . . . *drool* All those carbs probably make me fat and warm and soft too, but let's look at the positive! It definitely made happy in my mouth.
I can't really think of 8 other people who post on a daily basis, so no tags here.
***
Aside from that, Jim Gaffigan was pretty funny last night. We sat up in the balcony for the first time and I'd been worried our view would suck, but it was actually a good perspective. As Liz may have informed you, he had a new bit about bacon, which I found very applicable to my life, being a fatty American myself. Despite all of his talk about food and being lazy, after the show we still kinda wanted to go be fatties at Waffle House. But we settled on Taco Cabana instead.
Today and tomorrow I'll be focusing on moving my stuff into the new apartment. So that means today will be the 3rd Annual "Running of the Costumes," the rare day when all of my costumes leave the apartment, leading my neighbors to wonder who the hell they've been living next to for the past year.
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Jul. 26th, 2008 12:07 pmWe went to Chinese for dinner last night. They had chopsticks there, yeah, but I didn't bother to ask for them or look for them so I ate with fork and knife instead. Then while I'm eating my orange peel chicken, *CHOMP*, I bit down a little hard on the fork and chipped my tooth. That worried Star and had her checking her food for tooth bits for a few moments. I couldn't believe I'd chipped my tooth so easily until I got home and looked in the mirror. Yup, a mean little chunk is missing from my front tooth. What bugs me most is that now I have these new sharp edges on my tooth that seem intent on scratching the hell out of the rest of my mouth. I'm half-tempted to use my Dremel tool for some home dentistry as soon as I get back to my apartment.
To Zen and Back
Mar. 6th, 2008 06:26 pmI wanted to read the new issue of “The Onion” and the closest restaurant to my office that carries that newspaper is Zen. At work we’ve got a big deadline this week that has us working 10-12 hour days and short-to-no lunch hours. If I were a good little engineer, I probably should’ve stayed at the office and kept working, but I flipped my workstation the bird and took my break. I probably spent more time driving there and back than I did eating, but so what, I wanted to enjoy my lunch. When I entered, a strange realization came to mind. Is it just me, or does teriyaki smell like beer? That sour-sweat wheaty smell? Or maybe my brain has some wires crossed. Whatever.
As I ate my dog-bowl sized teriyaki chicken I read and watched the TV. I like that little animation about the guide dog who rebels against his blind owner and makes his life hell. As if the newspaper and tv weren’t fun enough, as I was leaving I heard Fantastic Plastic Machine playing over the speakers. It took me about 15 seconds standing there in the doorway with my head cocked like a slow dog before I recognized it. It’s not my favorite band, but a close cousin to my #1 Fave: Pizzicato Five, so hearing any music from that genre in public is an awesome surprise. Once I recognized the tune I did an excited little quiver, but not in the lose-my-shit manner like that time I heard Pizzicato Five playing on NPR and nearly drove my truck off the road as a result.
That was a surprisingly cool and entertaining lunch. It just sucks that I have to go back to work afterwards. Ah well.
On a side note, all the blooming trees I’ve been seeing lately have put an odd idea in my head. I thought it might be a fun event to do one of those cherry blossom viewing parties. It could be a cosplay thing I guess; all those little flowers make for pretty backgrounds anyways, but I think it’s the picnic-of-drunkeness that appeals most. Ha ha. So I was looking online to see if there was anywhere in central Texas that might fill the role, but I’m coming up empty. The closest thing I found are the Japanese Botanical Gardens up in Fort Worth. I went to those once back when I was going to school at TCU. Very pretty, but I doubt it’s a BYOB kind of place. Not to mention it's 200 miles out of the way. *shrug*
As I ate my dog-bowl sized teriyaki chicken I read and watched the TV. I like that little animation about the guide dog who rebels against his blind owner and makes his life hell. As if the newspaper and tv weren’t fun enough, as I was leaving I heard Fantastic Plastic Machine playing over the speakers. It took me about 15 seconds standing there in the doorway with my head cocked like a slow dog before I recognized it. It’s not my favorite band, but a close cousin to my #1 Fave: Pizzicato Five, so hearing any music from that genre in public is an awesome surprise. Once I recognized the tune I did an excited little quiver, but not in the lose-my-shit manner like that time I heard Pizzicato Five playing on NPR and nearly drove my truck off the road as a result.
That was a surprisingly cool and entertaining lunch. It just sucks that I have to go back to work afterwards. Ah well.
On a side note, all the blooming trees I’ve been seeing lately have put an odd idea in my head. I thought it might be a fun event to do one of those cherry blossom viewing parties. It could be a cosplay thing I guess; all those little flowers make for pretty backgrounds anyways, but I think it’s the picnic-of-drunkeness that appeals most. Ha ha. So I was looking online to see if there was anywhere in central Texas that might fill the role, but I’m coming up empty. The closest thing I found are the Japanese Botanical Gardens up in Fort Worth. I went to those once back when I was going to school at TCU. Very pretty, but I doubt it’s a BYOB kind of place. Not to mention it's 200 miles out of the way. *shrug*
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Nov. 24th, 2006 11:06 pmIs everyone that works at Thundercloud Subs a long-haired hippie? Don't get me wrong, I love their sammiches, but regardless of which location I go to, the person behind the counter is always some scruffy-looking individual. No hairnets, no disposable gloves, and I think I see sandals too. Last time there was this girl that surprised me. It wasn't the hair on her head that caught my attention, it was the hair on her lip. I was like, "Oh my! You should shave. I'm not trying to be mean, but you reall should. . . SHAVE. That. Thing. Unless you already have a mate who's just as furry as you, you should really shave that. Don't be embarassed to shave, it's more embarassing to pretend that you don't need to shave, like you can't see that in the mirror. I respect your hippie lifestyle, but seriously, honestly, . . . you need to shave that. Oh no, don't touch my food! Can I request another hippie sandwich artist? Aw, no, you touched my food! Aw damn. Okay, I'll pay. . . . but no tip."
P.S. I'm glad that Austin is finally carrying The Onion in print. I was at Dragon's Lair the other day (looking for manga) and noticed The Onion in a little rack by the door. I used to read it online back in high school, until I tired of it's humor. But reading it in print, seemed so much more fun. As if it were a legitimate newspaper or something. The best part was I went to Mikado (a nicer Japanese restaurant) immediately afterwards and left the newspaper in the waiting area. I got a chuckle, imagining some random snooty person picking it up, only to realize it's . . . The Onion!
P.S. I'm glad that Austin is finally carrying The Onion in print. I was at Dragon's Lair the other day (looking for manga) and noticed The Onion in a little rack by the door. I used to read it online back in high school, until I tired of it's humor. But reading it in print, seemed so much more fun. As if it were a legitimate newspaper or something. The best part was I went to Mikado (a nicer Japanese restaurant) immediately afterwards and left the newspaper in the waiting area. I got a chuckle, imagining some random snooty person picking it up, only to realize it's . . . The Onion!
Starving my ass off!
Sep. 16th, 2006 05:22 pmPfft. It would be nice if you could tell your body to target certain areas while you're hungry. "I can't eat right now, so metabolize fat from that area! And tighten the skin while you're at it!"
So I've been broke for like . . . a couple months now? I dunno. It's a pain in the ass, walking this tightrope. Last week, I thought I'd finally wind up a little bit ahead. Not by much, but a couple hundred dollars in the black, just a little safety net. I was kinda happy, thinking about how nice it would be, not worrying about every dime and dollar going through my hands. And then, on payday, I come home from work, and my car's gone. Huh?
It got towed. (*&%^CR$#!! The tow yard was like less than half a mile away and I'm thinking, "I've gotta pay $300 just to drive my old ass car around the block? This blows!" But the dude adds $50 per day to the fine, so I didn't have time to waste. I hate paying for towing or traffic tickets. That's just throwing money away. And I was mad at myself too, when I found out later that I could've gotten a parking permit FOR FREE and avoided this whole mess. The apartment manager said, "Think of it as an expensive lesson." I was thinking of tearing someone's head off, actually.
So that little incident has extended my poorness for another couple weeks, so I don't have much money for food. I'm hungry. In my fridge right now, I've got Ragu spaghetti sauce, expired bagels, cheese, cream cheese, and tortillas. I guess I could make a really weird pizza.
Anywho, besides that, things are okay I guess. Not having money puts a cramp on my cosplay; can't buy materials. So I've gotta be more innovative than usual. My commission is slowly coalescing. It's PVC-riffic! It'd be done by now if I weren't putting in so many "special effects". Even though the client didn't ask for these options, they just seem irresistably cool so I can't not put them in.
There are two things that are making me happy right now. One, summer's dying right now. No more triple degree temperatures. Thank goodness. A cold front came in last week and broke summer's back. Now it's actually pleasant outside. Of course, I caught a cold from being outside in the rain when that front came through, so that kinda stinks. The weather is almost worth the phlegm.
And gas is getting cheap. I don't have the money to fill up my tank, but just watching the prices drop is getting me excited. $2.35? Oh my god! Is it gonna drop below two dollars? I thought I'd never see that again in my lifetime! These prices make me wanna stock up on gas or go on a roadtrip or something.
Here's a funny pic I took in Waco a while ago. I was driving by and when I saw it, my first thought was, "How does it know?!? That bench is omniscient!" Ha ha ha.
So I've been broke for like . . . a couple months now? I dunno. It's a pain in the ass, walking this tightrope. Last week, I thought I'd finally wind up a little bit ahead. Not by much, but a couple hundred dollars in the black, just a little safety net. I was kinda happy, thinking about how nice it would be, not worrying about every dime and dollar going through my hands. And then, on payday, I come home from work, and my car's gone. Huh?
It got towed. (*&%^CR$#!! The tow yard was like less than half a mile away and I'm thinking, "I've gotta pay $300 just to drive my old ass car around the block? This blows!" But the dude adds $50 per day to the fine, so I didn't have time to waste. I hate paying for towing or traffic tickets. That's just throwing money away. And I was mad at myself too, when I found out later that I could've gotten a parking permit FOR FREE and avoided this whole mess. The apartment manager said, "Think of it as an expensive lesson." I was thinking of tearing someone's head off, actually.
So that little incident has extended my poorness for another couple weeks, so I don't have much money for food. I'm hungry. In my fridge right now, I've got Ragu spaghetti sauce, expired bagels, cheese, cream cheese, and tortillas. I guess I could make a really weird pizza.
Anywho, besides that, things are okay I guess. Not having money puts a cramp on my cosplay; can't buy materials. So I've gotta be more innovative than usual. My commission is slowly coalescing. It's PVC-riffic! It'd be done by now if I weren't putting in so many "special effects". Even though the client didn't ask for these options, they just seem irresistably cool so I can't not put them in.
There are two things that are making me happy right now. One, summer's dying right now. No more triple degree temperatures. Thank goodness. A cold front came in last week and broke summer's back. Now it's actually pleasant outside. Of course, I caught a cold from being outside in the rain when that front came through, so that kinda stinks. The weather is almost worth the phlegm.
And gas is getting cheap. I don't have the money to fill up my tank, but just watching the prices drop is getting me excited. $2.35? Oh my god! Is it gonna drop below two dollars? I thought I'd never see that again in my lifetime! These prices make me wanna stock up on gas or go on a roadtrip or something.
Here's a funny pic I took in Waco a while ago. I was driving by and when I saw it, my first thought was, "How does it know?!? That bench is omniscient!" Ha ha ha.
Food vs. Me
Aug. 29th, 2006 08:41 pmAt 26 years old, you'd think by now I'd know which foods I can eat and which I can't. I dunno, sometimes I think my digestive system is just playing with me. "Wait, I ate this yesterday with no problems! Why is my gut having a meltdown today?!?" Like today. I won't go into details, but I was like, "What the hell, I eat Wendy's all the time! Why are you doing this to me?!?" I know I'm lactose intolerant, but how can you not eat milk/dairy? Milk goes great with lots of stuff. And then there's cheese (pizza, lasagna, cheeseburgers, etc) and ice cream? C'mon, I can't give all that up. I've tried that soy milk ("Silk") crap. It tasted like crap. Goat milk is supposed to be good, but where the hell am I gonna find that?
I'm gonna start keeping track of what I eat. Try to eat better (and cheaper) too. Not off to a good start though. Ate a whole cantaloupe for dinner tonight. What? It would've spoiled if I hadn't eaten it. I think that might've been too much fruit at once for my finicky stomach. I'll soon find out. Start the countdown . . .
I'm gonna start keeping track of what I eat. Try to eat better (and cheaper) too. Not off to a good start though. Ate a whole cantaloupe for dinner tonight. What? It would've spoiled if I hadn't eaten it. I think that might've been too much fruit at once for my finicky stomach. I'll soon find out. Start the countdown . . .
Mom, I'm hungry!
Jun. 21st, 2005 06:43 pmMaintaining a proper diet as a bachelor ain't easy. More specifically, cooking for one ain't all that easy. You buy something from the grocery store, some kind of meal or whatever, and it's got like five, six servings in it. So if I make some Hamburger Helper on Monday, I've got Hamburger Helper leftovers till Friday at least. Blech. And guess what usually happens. That stuf stays in the fridge till it grows green fur. I am not joking. Those scalloped potatoes go bad after a couple weeks. And forget fresh produce; I can't eat fruit fast enough to keep it from rotting on me. Bananas, hell, they grow liver spots before I can even get em home from the store. So I tend to buy groceries that are instant, one-serving meals, which usually turns out to be junk food of some sort. Either that or fast food. It's like the odds are stacked against me. Hows is I supposed to eat right? And when I cook, it's like 30 minutes cooking, 10 minutes eating, 30 minutes clean-up. It just doesn't seem worth the effort. How to solve this problem? Honestly, how?
