October 4th, 2002

feeling pretty good on a Friday afternoon, playing the best mix of your favorites at work

Even when I'm late to work, I always enjoy the few minutes taking the dogs out before I go. The weather all summer has been really beautiful that time of day, even when I could tell it was going to be a scorcher later. Today was one of the coolest mornings (temperature-wise) so far this fall. Driving around at lunch was beautiful. It's that temperature where you almost need a jacket but not quite, and the sun is shining. Fantastic.

I worked up a budget for the next month or so. It's looking like we might actually be able to get out from under the immediate bills here in the next 30-45 days. Just in time for Christmas. That will leave us a good four months to pay for wedding stuff. That's enough time. Really, it is.


Ok, I know it's not. Shut up.

We're supposed to look at sketches of the ring (which we're having custom-designed, it's a firefly) a week from today or tomorrow. We have to make some sort of arrangements with the photographer too. I might do a website for them, in which case we might barter the cost of the deal. I think those are going to be the two main expenses, not counting the honeymoon. We're going to try to go cheap on invitations, decorations, locations, and whatever else, catering I guess. Screw feeding 300 people at $15 bucks a pop, or even $10. F that. Fuckers can eat at Wendy's before they come over. Greedy family-type bastards. This includes any of you who wind up being invited. You want to eat? F you. Want wedding cake and mints? Buy yourself a cupcake and a York's peppermint patty and call it good. Or maybe I'll have my family slave in the kitchen all day every day for a week beforehand. You'll be getting baked beans, potato salad, fruit salad, ham, green bean casserole, beet pickles, watermelon pickles, and ice cream for dessert. It'll be just like labor day without the grilled hamburgers. Hey, we could charge a cover to get in the door at our wedding. To cover expenses. That would offset some of it. I'm sure we could figure something out to jack up the entertainment value, make it worth it.

On the invitation: "The parents of Tandra and Josh invite you to witness as they kiss with tongues in front of people on April 12th... And on the second stage, the bearded lady, elephant man, and a juggling monkey competition. Who can juggle monkeys the longest? Show up and find out. It will be off the hizzy!"


So I have no idea where that came from, but it was fun. In closing, I'd like to say that niggaz like myself kick back and peep game, cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
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I went to a tech conference yesterday downtown with a couple guys I work with. We were there for about 20 minutes before we decided it was lame and we needed to get the hell out.

You know Real Networks, right? Real Player, Real Media, etc. Well in 2000, I went to their conference in San Jose. I came home with more free shit than I could stuff in my suitcase, mostly t-shirts from dotcoms who are probably dead and gone now. They threw the biggest damn party I've ever been to, and the freaking FOO FIGHTERS played at it.

Yesterday most of the booths who were giving anything away were giving away miniature Hersheys and Snickers and crap.

Now I don't expect a tech conference today to be on a level with one given by a leading software company during the dotcom boom, but the discrepancy was disproportional. There were maybe 30 booths set up, MAYBE. And very few companies that were not local. I realize the technology market is in a bad state right now, but there is still a demand for technology. There is still a need for it, and it is still advancing. This conference in Kansas City or Dallas or Denver, even though those are not your Silicon Valleys or your Northern Virginia AOL territories, would have been much much bigger. It just lends another bit of credibility to my proposed slogan for our fair city: "Wichita, the city that tries."

In other news, Schlotzky's cracked pepper potato chips are the ish.
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you see, I was having too good a day.

And I was. I was out minding my own business, bee-bopping along. I bought a bunch of video tapes so I can tape the Rally New Zealand this weekend for focalish. I bought socks. I bought a crate of oreos and hair gel that glows in the dark. And I bought a six of Pumpkin Ale. The weather is getting cool out, it's starting to have that crisp feel that makes you think of wood-burning stoves and snow and Christmas lights. It's a good time for Pumpkin Ale. I was hanging out with my girl and her friend (even though they were in a separate car).

And Officer Jane Q. Helper of the Wichita PD decided she wanted to cornhole me for 53 in a 40.

Yeah, I was doing it. Unintentionally, but I was doing it.

But FUCK!! I mean, FUCKETY FUCK!! That's two in two weeks. That means the chances of me taking the first one to court and getting it reduced to an inattentive driving are pretty much nil. That means I'm FUCKED. Especially if three in three years gets me a suspended license. I have one from two and a half years ago that just won't quit hanging on. Fuck speeding tickets. I'm a fucking safe driver.

So I'm pulling out all the stops. I mean, what else is there to do? This can't happen. This isn't an option. I just paid two months of my insurance and one month of Tandra's and it only cost me $100. That's a HELL of a rate, and it's going to go right in the shitter as soon as these fucking tickets hit. And if my license gets suspended, well, Tandra can cart me around, but that's a pain in the ass for both of us. And Wichita is definitely NOT the kind of place you can get around in using public transit.

So I'm calling people. I'm calling on people who might be able to help me. I'm calling on people I wouldn't otherwise talk to, and that makes me feel like a hypocritical user. Like a jerk. I mean, I guess in order to owe someone a favor, they have to do one for you, right? The cycle has to have a beginning somewhere, like in the kindness of someone's heart or in the network of people they know or something. But I feel bad calling on these people when they don't owe me anything. I have no problem subsequently owing them, that's ok with me, but... I don't know.

And if they can't help me I'm calling the best traffic attorney in town. Like I said, this isn't an option. The lawyer might be expensive, but it will be an investment. The ASS thing is, this all comes down to money in the end. This is going to cost me money no matter what. It's just a matter of how I am able to handle it whether it costs me a lot now or a HELL of a lot down the road.

This is ASS.

I caught two spiders. One a few days ago and one today. After consulting my spider book, I've decided they are as follows:

One Jumping Spider, Metacyrba Undata:

And one Crab Spider, Misumenops Celer:

This picture only half looks like what I caught. Her legs and her upper body do look like the picture, but the abdomen is completely different. It's hard to find pictures of Celer spiders online. Mine's abdomen is more the color of the rest of the body, has thin little stripes which are more the color of the abdomen in the picture, and has false eye spots on it.

I put them in the same glass to see what would happen. They don't appear to give a damn about one another.

Why did my socks come in a resealable bag? Is there something I should know about? Will my socks eventually get stale or moldy or rotten if I leave them exposed to the open air? Should I keep them in this plastic bag when I'm not wearing them? I mean, wtf is that?

Well, I'm off to drink Pumpkin Ale, eat a gas station sandwich and watch the Rally. Play nice. Drive fast and take chances.
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