Measurement

I've recently been taken to task by a professor for not knowing the metric system (because I'm an American). I grew up in that stressful period when the US thought it should learn the metric system but wasn't quite committed. So, I learned a little of the metric system and a little of the old English system. The sum total of that was that now I don't know shit. Unless it relates to cooking or beer.

I know the difference between an American pint and an Imperial pint. That way, I grab the appropriate glass depending on what size beer I have. That is valuable, practical knowledge and I use it on a weekly basis.

Converting millimeters to centimeters is for chumps. And kilometers? Fuck that shit.

Who Am I?

I felt weird asking the local comic shop to pull specific comics for me at my age. They made it worse by leaving me a message that went something like this....

"MRS. DMC, yeah, this is Zounds! Comics calling. MRS. DMC, we have your comics here for ya. We pulled the Buffy Issue 10, and all the Angels that just came in. MRS. DMC, you can stop in any time and pick those up. Or if you have any questions MRS. DMC, just give us a call. If you need us to pull anything else, MRS. DMC, just let us know."

I thought he said "Mrs. DMC" like fifty times. DMC found it hilarious. It just made me feel like an old bag. I no longer feel hip and cool while buying my comics. The whole experience has been ruined.

Really Fresh Sushi

In the last couple of weeks I've had some bad things happen and some things that may or may not be bad but are incredibly stressful. All of it has been a feeding frenzy for my obsessive-compulsive mind.

Anyway, every now and then (in between the obsessing) an image pops into my mind from a recent lunch outing. A sushi restaurant has a 10-gallon tank with about a half dozen varieties of fish swimming in it, sitting on the sushi bar - right above where the sushi chef prepares raw fish for people to eat. I can't imagine what it would be like to swim around that tank all day, watching relatives get wrapped in seaweed with a little avocado.

That's got to really suck.

hmm.

This should be an interesting year. Astrologically, a lot of big outer planets are aligning for me. It's gotta be a better year than 2007. I'm going to enjoy the 4 years I have left before mayhem strikes in 2012... gave me perspective as I shoveled my driveway, not a plow hazard, and drank a lot of tea at the monastery today in my quest to become a lama. Happy new year.

Plow Hazard

Came home the other day to find a "Plow Hazard" sign in front of my house.

It's a rather nice sign and I feel some sort of privilege to have it there. I thought I was being odd but then AJ confirmed that he also felt privileged to have the sign. So, unanimously, we feel special. I shall post a picture in the next day or so.

Yeah, Whatever

I've been lax. I admit that. A lot of stuff going on . Not an excuse, just the reality. Perhaps if I were 30, I would post more. But I'm not. I'm fuck near 40. That makes me slow.

In the last 6 months I've visited China and quit my job. Loved China. Will go back. Ended up not actually leaving my job. Didn't really want to leave anyway but, in the search for eternal happiness, these things happen.

I created a Facebook page today. I'm trying to process how I feel about that. On one hand I feel cheap. On the other, I have 7 friends right off the bat. Who would complain about that? I like it much better than MySpace already - it's much more mature. And I have more friends Feels like a Win-Win Sitch.

I'm listening to "Who Moved My Blackberry" on my long commute. It's affecting my speech, I think.

22.5 Better than my Bestest,
Mavis

I Quit!

So, I quit my job. My last day is November 9th. I will start a new job after that, at the hospital for which I used to work. Crazy world. Turns out this job will pay me MORE money to work LESS hours. And help me pay for school. Hmmmm...

Also this week, where the hell has the time gone? My kid is turning two. That is just plain not possible. I am quite sure he was just born. Do other parents feel this way?

Thank you Cleveland Indians for breaking my heart, again. Ever since you traded Omar, my return to the crazed fan that I once was has been tentative. Over the past season, you were playing good baseball and sucked me right in. I even went to a playoff game. Giddy with world series visions, on the cusp of deciding where I put my new wahoo tattoo when they win, my hopes and dreams are shattered by you sucky-ass playing when it counts. I should not be surprised, and I do not consider myself a fickle fan. But, time and time again, you break my heart.