Archive for February, 2003

See, it’s a metaphor.

Thursday, February 27th, 2003

When a professional wrestler is injured and is away from his sport and his work and his art, there's a fairly established road to recovery. Once the athlete is fully rehabbed and is physically able to perform in the ring, he will generally spend some time by himself in an ...

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Pity I have to take the bus back, pity I have to leave so soon.

Wednesday, February 26th, 2003

Here's my driving log for last Friday, 21 Feb 2003: Boy, was I pissed off last Thursday. We still hadn't heard from Jason, and I was having a hard time watching wrestling over Jeff complaining about wrestling being on along with the parade of phone calls asking when I was going ...

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Or, I could just say, “it’s looking that way, yes.”

Wednesday, February 19th, 2003

Here is a brief update on my New-York-this-weekend probability, making use of short paragraphs for the benefit of the ADD sufferers among whom I have a huge following: Condition 1: Was 90%. Since then, Jason has decided that he really does not want to go on this eight month deployment, and ...

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Well, so much for this normal sleep schedule.

Tuesday, February 18th, 2003

Dig this: today's story starts a couple of weeks ago, aboard the USS Iwo Jima, which was at sea shaking out the cobwebs prior to her maiden deployment scheduled for very soon. My brother's friend Jason was on watch in the middle of the night, when he came across another ...

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RIP Curt Hennig.

Thursday, February 13th, 2003

One of my childhood heroes, Curt Hennig, died on Monday at age 44. Hennig was a professional wrestler who worked in the WWF under the name "Mr. Perfect," a character whose arrogance and smarminess was a real source of inspiration for me in my formative years. He was an easy ...

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I suppose I do just “gloss over” getting fired.

Monday, February 10th, 2003

Here's my driving log for yesterday, 9 Feb 2003: My ride to work didn't show up, so I pounded on my brother's door and asked if I could take his car. This beat the alternative of two forty-minute roundtrips for him, so he reluctantly agreed. As I'm really starting to get the ...

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And suddenly, a motorist.

Sunday, February 9th, 2003

When my brother stomped upstairs and breezed through the front door Friday morning around 8:30am, I knew he was going to act as an enabler for my hookey-playing. After all, he had been out to sea for eleven days, and we both had a lot of errands to run: to ...

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Uh huh. Life’s like this. Uh huh. Uh huh. That’s the way it is.

Tuesday, February 4th, 2003

These four things I know are true: Joe Millionaire will pick Zora and she'll walk when he tells her he's broke; John Ross Bowie's performance on A.U.S.A. was one of the most delightful things I've seen on television in a long time; I love getting fan mail from this pointless ...

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This is my 1001st post on the IRC.

Sunday, February 2nd, 2003

These people are pissing me off. (Or, as I would insist my brother phrase it to teach him a little bit about taking accountablilty for one's own feelings, "I feel pissed off around these people." Either way, though, I'm pissed.) I've been moved away from the best workstation in the building ...

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