24 Races until the Case Starts
47 Drivers currently Eligible.
California winner - Greg Biffle
Anyway, now that that formality is out of the way, time to get down to business. Well, the plan for this weekend was to help my parents move back into their house (long story I can’t get into at work) Well, when I got there, I found out that they had already moved everything into the house, and I wasn’t needed.
“Ooh! Wait! We haven’t moved the fridge yet. You can help with that tomorrow morning.”
Saturday morning came, and when I woke up, I had already found the refrigerator in the kitchen.
It’s nice to be wanted.
Well, at least I did have one reason to go up there. Finally, four months later, after hitting a deer, my car will finally be fixed. The insurance company haggled. I haggled. We finally met on an agreement, and as I type this, my car is being worked on. I’m driving my mother’s husband’s father’s truck in the interim (sounds like something out of Spaceballs).
I got to hook up my computer to the ol’ interweb this weekend. I had a blast surfing around, watching stuff I can’t watch at work and on my mom’s compydor.
So, now I’m back home, without my car, without my badge to get into the office (left it in the glovebox), and without the internet.
I’m back to my boring old life. Oh well. There’s always work!
February 2005
Mon 28 Feb 2005
Thu 24 Feb 2005
Let Me Tell You A Little Bit About Tyler Durden Dan Bucenec
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I enjoy:
- Fine Dining
- Fishing Without a Fishing Pole
- Bopping Little leprechauns as they come out of their hole, screaming, “Where’s Me Gooooooold?!?!”
None of that was true. My true passions include a good home cooked meal, friends, family I like, my job, Console Role Playing Games (i.e. Final Fantasy and Suikoden), Nextel Cup Racing, Ken Jennings (my personal God), Wikipedia (when it’s working), The Music of Ben Folds and Guster, Smirnoff Ice, Blog Entries with a lot of links, making movies, a beautiful woman (although they scare the hell out of me), the film Fight Club, camping, and many many others… I would like to continue writing…. but…. I gotta’ get to work.
Tue 22 Feb 2005
That’s right! I finally decided to burn some of that extra cash from working nearly 70 hours a week for over a month.
For the first time since the year 2001, I am the proud owner of a computer. Sunday night, while enjoying a fine episode of the Simpsons, I noticed a Best Buy ad for laptops starting at $500. Since yesterday was Presidents’ Day, I hopped in the old busted up Suzuki and took a trip to the consumer square to hit the beautiful New Hartford Best Buy.
Got me a Toshiba, I did. Don’t ask me about what’s in it. I know both ‘Jack’ and ‘Shit’ about computer hardware. I’m a software sorta guy. And a shy guy. My buddy Ryan helped me with what extras I should get. I purchased a memory upgrade that’ll double my memory for $70.00 and a two year warranty for $100.00. The price of the computer was around $899 before rebates, $500 after, so all in all, I ended up putting $1060.00 on the ol’ debit card yesterday. I’m pretty sure I’ve never spent that much on anything all at once. So, now I’m looking forward to gettin’ those rebates. Gimme money!!!
What? I have to mail those in? Well… that takes effort. I’m not doin’ it.
Thu 17 Feb 2005
The good news is that the majority of the sickness is going away.
The bad news is that the ringing in my ears is still present, although it’s now down enough that I’m not annoyed by it anymore. Unfortunately, My dizziness has gotten worse, not better. I’m actually spinning and rocking back and forth in my chair because of my dizziness. The pills the “Doctor” gave me are making things worse. My co-workers seem to think it’s vertigo. Well… now I gotta’ stop at Rite Aid and get motion sickness pills to see if they’ll help the vertigo.
Dammit. Being sick is expensive. Good thing I’ve had all this overtime and I have this money saved up.
Tue 15 Feb 2005
I love exclamation points. See the title of this entry. It makes me think of Airplane!… or… Police Squad!
Anything with an exclamation point at the end can seem funnier.
I ended up going to an Urgent Care facility last night because I couldn’t take the ringing in my ears anymore. I was dizzy, and I couldn’t concentrate on my work.
I was surprised. I’ve heard so many stories about sitting for hours and hours on end with blood gushing out of your ear while waiting for a doctor because 37 people in front of you have a splinter that they need a doctor to remove.
I was in and out in about 45 minutes. None too shabby.
I had to go to an urgent care facility because I live and work about 45 minutes from my doctor. Besides that fact, my doctors office closes around 4 o’clock, and I don’t get out of work until 6:30. The only place open at the time is an urgent care facility… or an emergency room.
So… that made me think (I’m always thinking…) of an idea for a movie (my hobby). How about a comedy set in an urgent care facility called, you guessed it, “Urgent Care!”
Oh wait… there’s already plenty of medical dramas on TV. General Hospital… e.r., House… there’s even a medical comedy on TV, Scrubs.
Back to the drawing board…
Mon 14 Feb 2005
I’m stupid. I came to work today still recovering from the flu. I feel like I could fall over any minute. I’m quite literally spinning around at my desk. I think I’ve lost the ability to tell time. I don’t know what day it is. I can’t feel my fingers…
…are you there, dog, it’s me, Margaret?
Wed 2 Feb 2005
Before you go, “Ugh… another Star Wars freak,” you should know that this is not a post about Star Wars.
It’s funny. I just changed the name of this blog from “My Freaky Life” to “Shy Guy.” Maybe I should change it back.
The Saga I’m referring to is about my neighbor Jim (An artist’s rendering can be seen below).
Jim and I both moved into our building on the same day. From day one, I could tell that something just wasn’t right with him. After about a year and a half living together, Jim started becoming a little crazy. He would sit on the second floor porch that we share and start talking to himself under his breath.
To be fair, everybody talks to themselves. And if the say that they don’t, then they’re a liar. Everybody talks to themselves.
After a couple months, the under the breath talking turned into speaking to himself. At this point, I could hear what he was saying. It was pretty much gibberish. See my previous post, Crazy Streak for just a small taste of the stuff he’s been saying.
Well, since then, it’s gotten progressively worse. He’s started shouting at the top of his lungs, all hours of the day, and all hours of the night. I had felt that he lost it and could become dangerous. Who’s not to say that he could think his garbage can is a demon of some sort, so he would set it on fire to rid it of the evil.
I was pretty much becoming afraid, so I decided to call the landlord. She told me to give her a call when he was doing it. Lo and behold, five minutes later, he’s on the porch screaming about the evils of Corporate America, so I called her, and she called the police. I just wanted someone to talk to him. I didn’t think they’d send over five cars with lights flashing and everything. Neighbors were all out on the street wondering what the hell was going on. I didn’t want to embarrass him. I just wanted him to get help. Anyway, the landlord called back and said that the police coulnd’t take him away because he was pretty much coherent. She told him that it has to stop and informed me to call the police if it happened again. About two weeks later around 5:15 AM, I was woken up by him screaming on the porch again. I couldn’t take it, so I called the landlord. She said that she told him that he has to get his act together, or she would ask him to move.
Keep in mind, I don’t want to see this happen. He is a good person, and (usually) an excellent neighbor.
For a couple weeks since then, he’s regressed back into talking instead of screaming, but last night when I got home, he was on the porch screaming again. I didn’t care because I was watching TV. If I was trying to sleep, it’d be another story.
Well, apparently, someone else called the cops on him. Again, they didn’t take him away, because he was coherent. After the drama unfolded, the landlord knocked on my door and told me that she gave him notice to move. She once again reminded me to call the cops if he does it anytime after 9:00 PM.
So, Jim could be out of my life within the next month. I’m sad to see him go, but I do need my peace of mind.
Comments would be appreciated.
Tue 1 Feb 2005
This coming weekend is a pretty big one for a sports fan, and I intend to do as little as possible.
Friday, I’m stopping at my grandmother’s to see my father. He made what can only be called, “Dad’s World Famous Butt-Kickin’ Chili.”
Now, with my cholesterol, I prolly shouldn’t have any, but I will anyway. The chili is that damn good.
Saturday around noon is the start of Speedweeks at Daytona with the Rolex 24 Hours of Daytona. Yeah. Really. A 24 hour race. It starts and noon and ends roughly around Noon to Noon:30 on Sunday. Speed is covering about fourteen hours of the race, and I’ll be in front of the TV watching most of ‘em. Why? Dunno. I’ve never watched a 24 hour race before, and I thought it’d be kind of cool. Last year’s race was awesome (I only saw the last five hours, though).
And, of course, Sunday is America’s Unofficial Holiday, the Super Bowl. Although I’m not an Eagles fan, I hope they win. It’s not that I’m getting sick of the Patriots, it’s that this is the Eagles first time making it into the big game after losing the NFC Championship for the past three years.
I think it was Troy Aikman who said, “Sometimes it’s better to not get into the Super Bowl, than to get into the Super Bowl and lose. Philadelphia has to win.”
So, I plan on getting as little accomplished this weekend as possible. After a busy weekend like last weekend, I need that.