I always get pants-wetting nervous the night before something big. It always keeps me up at night.
I'm leaving tomorrow. Gone for two weeks and two days. I'll be back on Valentine's Day.
I deleted my myspace. Myspace becomes more trouble than it's worth when it causes any amount of drama. Facebook is an incidental casualty as well. Anyone who wants to get ahold of me knows my email address. I dare say I answer email better than I do phone calls.
Here's a memorial Katie's been waiting for.
RIP War Room. 1/1/07 Never forget.
I feel like I'm back in my old Gamestop position again. I'm the second highest ranking guy in the shop. I have keys and combinations. I can't just worry about my work, I have to keep an eye on everyone else's tasks too. And now the boss is gone for three months and I'm left to babysit my coworkers, making them my subordinates. In a word, it sucks. It's not that I'm incapable of doing the job, I can manage people and time just fine. I don't want the job. I hate being the guy in the middle who gets shit on when things go wrong and in turn has to shit on everyone under them for fucking the job up. It's lame. At least it's only a three month gig though.
YOUR MOST HATED...
Smarties. They're a candy copout.
Milk. Except in my cereal. Oh and all alcohol.
How do you hate a city? Joliet sucks though.
Pay It Forward. Haley Joel Osmont is pure awful.
ASPECT OF MYSPACE:
All of them? No wait, it's everyone else's annoying profiles with their impossible to read backgrounds and their shitty music. These are what drive people to Facebook.
I don't like fish. This extends to games with underwater portions, I'm always hesitant and looking for another way around.
I can't say I'm a big fan of the mosquito.
Spring. Where'd all my cold go?
AGE OF KIDS:
The age where I have to start watching my language.
WHAT ANNOYS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING:
People in no position of authority telling me what to do.
People who try to make a left turn on a busy road and end up just turning into the center turn lane and just cruise there for a few miles. Shit or get off the pot, dickhead!
TALKING ON THE PHONE:
The whole concept of talking on the phone. Pay me a visit or email me.
WATCHING TV OR MOVIES:
The 20 minutes of commercials (not trailers) tacked onto the beginning of a movie at the theater. I paid to see a movie, not commercials. And those enormous ads for another shows that take up the bottom half of the screen and are all animated and make their own sounds and really piss on my TV watching experience.
EATING IN RESTAURANTS:
When our waitress/waiter sucks and Katie leaves them an enormous tip.
DRIVING THROUGH DRIVE THRU:
I don't eat vegetables. So when I order a cheeseburger plain and get home and find a just plain old burger between two buns, I wonder what went through that burger guy's head. I wanted a cheeseburger plain. Not a hamburger plain.
When I cut my head shaving. It sucks.
YOU'RE AT THE BEACH:
When it's not the ocean. I won't swim in a lake.
YOU'RE AT THE GROCERY STORE:
There's someone very loudly hocking something cheap and useless.
YOU'RE ON A DATE:
And no one can decide where to eat.
COOKING OR BAKING:
The whole cleaning up process.
WHAT HOUSEHOLD CHORE DO YOU HATE THE MOST:
The dishes, especially when there's a ton of them and none of them are from me.
WHAT WOULD BE THE ABSOLUTE WORST WAY TO DIE?
In the vacuum of space.
WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING HABIT IN OTHERS?
Stubbornness. Believe it or not, you're not always right and the rest of us believe in this thing called compromise when the problem isn't clear cut.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST HABIT?
It's hard to motivate me.
MOST IRRITATING THING ABOUT YOUR CAR?
I blew the speakers out long ago so if there's any bass it comes out sounding like a fart.
I finished the main quest in Oblivion. Clocked nearly 50 hours into it. I've still got a lot of side stuff to finish up but I'm also at level 25 and I think that's the max until the expansion. It's bittersweet. I've enjoyed every minute and now that it's basically over I'm stuck without a stable source of entertainment. I could play it all over again, sure. Maybe play through Morrowind again. I could even go back and play through Arena or Daggerfall for the first time but all of those choices are steps backwards. So I wait. I wait for the next big thing to absorb my attention.
I thought I was going to Air Assault school Monday. No. The schools NCO knew better than to send me to Air Assault and risk me missing a WLC briefing. So this week was a normal week. Except that it began sucking immaculately towards the end. See Wednesday, when someone did a very bad thing that I won't elaborate on. Worse, it happened late in the day so it resulted in me staying at work till about 7pm doing paperwork and trying to track people down. Even after I got that paperwork done, I still had more yet to do on Thursday and that was on top of tracking down every computer in my unit so I could record its serial number and who was using it. But now I'm smack in the middle of a four day weekend and there's nothing to complain about there.
Katie's making something with onions and I want to gouge out my eyeballs.
My month of pain. I start Air Assault School tomorrow. That's nearly two weeks of physical training with a couple days of class work. Then I get three days off and I go to Fort Knox for Warrior Leader's Course, which as I'm told is basically two weeks of basic training all over again. Living in barracks, doing everything in groups, all that garbage.
I'm enjoying my free time while it lasts by doing as little productive work as possible. I spent nearly this entire weekend playing Oblivion. I want to try to finish A Storm of Swords before WLC so I'm only taking one book with me and not two. I'll either pick up A Feast for Crows or take Atlas Shrugged though I'm more inclined to take Atlas Shrugged because if I'm stuck in Ft. Knox with only one book then at least it'll get read.
I dread going back to work on Wednesday.
Edit: this has been sitting in my drafts pile since the beginning of fucking time. Enjoy.
System Shock 2 quotes
"In 2072, a rogue artificial intelligence known as SHODAN lost her mind."
The Many: What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm? What is a thought, compared to the mind? Our unity is full of wonder which your tiny individualism cannot even concieve.
Bronson: They've killed my men and now they've killed me. I'm holding my guts inside me with both hands; I'm almost done. Resist. This is bigger than my little life, the lives of my men, and the lives of the people I was forced to kill. Resist. Humanity demands it. Resist.