My Addled Brain

Currently playing: Alison Krauss & Union Station - New Favorite

So. We have a new CEO.

He’s a nice enough guy - very straightforward and business oriented. Has us making budgets and timelines and schedules and whatnot. We’re looking at the current design of the system, figuring out what we need, and if we need any training to make that need a reality.

That’s the good news.

Bad news? So glad you asked. I have to be in the office everyday. Which means, until a Tampa office materializes out of the ether like the proverbial oasis in the desert, I get to drive an hour every day to get to work. While I certainly welcome a change to my routine, and will relish the ability to once again come home and have it feel like home, and not some dark cavern I squat in all day, staring at the monitor like a cultist awaiting his new pair of Nikes. Ah well, what’s another 300 miles a week, anyway?

I can take solace in this bad news, however. Why? Because I have the Happy Tree Friends, who share their joy and companionship with me. And now, they will share their joy with you But not the companionship.

Vacation is coming! Vacation is coming! That’s right, yours truly is taking a week off. I’ll be travelling to the thriving metropolis that is Loganwood, GA, to visit the Madre and the Red Baron for a hoot and holler good time. Which means I get to leave Robby in charge of the apartment. He’s already got strict instructions to not lure the ducks from the pond in here for whatever experiments he has cooked up - the last time I left for an extended period, my apartment smelled of burnt feathers and foie gras when I got back. THAT took a while to clear up.

* Look, if I can’t use the ducks, how can I work on my waterfowl enlarger? *

Waterfowl enlarger? I don’t even want to know - but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.

* It’s my army of giant ducks! All I have to do, once I enlarge them, is to hypnotize them into thinking all humans are loaves of bread. My army of duck juggernauts will be nigh-unstoppable! *

You really think so? I have two words for you - wabbit season.

* Oh hell. I can’t compete against a cartoon rabbit and a moronic hunter. You win. *

Damn straight.

Updated: New E-Mail

Currently playing: Seat Belts - Cowboy Bebop OST 1

I’ve always had this private fantasy to go on the road with a band. I wouldn’t have to be in the band, per se, but the idea of touring around the country in a bus, visiting different cities, and meeting new people sounds pretty exciting to me. However, if doing all that meant I would have to be in charge of things like this - I think I’d have to do something different with my time, even if that something different involved the phrase "Do you want fries with that?" Poor Andy.

As if Battlefield Earth wasn’t reason enough: another reason to fear Scientologists. Warning: contains a dirty word in all caps.

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You know, the anniversary is still a month away, and I think I’ve already had as much Sept. 11 anniversary coverage as I can stand. I’m not trying to be callous here - yes, it was awful; yes, I feel for the people who have lost loved ones; yes, the people responsible should be hung up by their toes and every person in the US allowed to take a whack at them with a baseball bat.I don’t disagree with any of that. But when I’m listening to some news on the radio, and I hear a story about how advertising will affect and be effected (yes, those are two different words, gang) by possible television and radio memorial services - well, I’ve just about had it. Personally, I plan on memorializing Sept. 11 by taking a moment to remember, and then going about my daily life. To do any less would cheapen the meaning of the day, not to mention help give in to those who caused this tragedy in the first place. Dwelling on the past means you’re afraid to face the future, and no matter what happens, no matter what diabolical scheme terrorists come up with, no matter what terrible events may or may not happen - I will not be afraid of the future. Otherwise, what’s the point?
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Currently playing: David Gray - Falling Down the Mountain

Rather than the standard sorry for not updating blah blah blah blah busy at work blah blah blah blah 40 of 8-Ball blah blah blah blah Courtney Love blah blah blah blah Robby’s crazy blah blah blah you usually get from me, I thought I’d dive right in as if nothing ever happened.

Deep breath.

Here we go.

Rumors are swirling about a new Tampa office - yet again. I grow tired of hearing about this, to be honest, because it gets my hopes up. So, until I get an address and am told to be there on Monday, I’m going to ignore it. (I use Monday only as a hypothetical day - in reality, I would be more than happy to show up on any other work day. For instance, if I were told to show up on Wednesday, I would be more than happy to. However, being asked to show up on a Saturday would result in extreme violence. Or crying. Lots and lots of crying.)

Dear old Andy hit the road yesterday with pre-teen heartthrob Aaron Carter again, taking a two month trek that will culminate in his probable arrest for sex with a minor, or perhaps just a touch of motion sickness. Godspeed Andy, and feel free to pop that bugger in the mouth if he starts to give you any lip. Afterward, remind him that chicks think scars are sexy - no harm, no foul.

The Padre had his birthday last week. I think he’s 83. But he might be 42 - I’m pretty lousy with ages. So, happy birthday Pop.

Technology is an amazing thing. I got the images of the MCG’s nubbin-in-progress, and today, I open my e-mail, and low and behold. Apparently, taking the information from the sonogram, factoring in the looks of the parents, swishing in some family DNA traits, and add a dash of computerized magic, the doctors have actually created computerized images of what their first child will look like after it has been born. I was rather impressed by the results, and I’m sure you will be, as well. Here’s their child as a girl, and here as a boy. Astounding what you can do with a computer these days, innit?

And what long-awaited post would be complete without movie reviews? Another double dip for you. Victim #1 - Goldmember.

As Austin Powers
movies go, it was the worst.
Still hilarious.

#2 - Signs

Aliens invade
or do they? I’m not telling.
Wear your tinfoil hat.

Extra special Signs review addendum: Best movie I’ve seen this year.

See, I told you I’d have more today.

Currently playing: Vertical Horizon - Live Stages

Finally, a long-awaited update to this poor, cast away web site! You can catch up with the latest news about myself and my robotic miscreant! Oh joy!

Well, not quite.

I’m just doing a quick post as I run out the door, with a pic showing off the newest Glisson. You can see the cute lil bugger here, in it’s 2 centimeters of glory. I do have a lot more for you that’s non-baby related, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. No, really, tomorrow, I promise.