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I took this picture of him this morning so I guess the whole day wasn’t a wash. This is his "I know I’ve been lying on top of you all night but I’m still not moving" look. I think it’s a cute picture nonetheless. I’m sitting here at work listening to my music collection that contains 1153 songs. That’s 92 hours of music that eats up 6.11 GB (12%) of my hard drive. I was just listening to the whole collection on shuffle and Howie Day - Morning After was randomly selected. I’m all like "Wow windows media, you played my favorite song of the moment. You rock." and then the next randomly chosen song was Counting Crows - Holiday In Spain and I’m all like "Dude you played my second favorite song. You’re too kind." And then I kinda thought about the probability of that happening and it freaked me out a little. And HA! how was that for a useless post? SON OF A BITCH, my car is. Last month I thought I had a small coolant leak that turned out to be a fifteen hundred dollar repair. The water pump died which is conveniently driven by the timing belt. The timing belt is a bitch and half to deal with because it’s damn expensive and the labor to remove it is ungodly. As I’m walking out of the garage I tell the guy "no offence, but I don’t want to see you again any time soon." I knew I should have never said that. I knew it. I walked away thinking that I just fixed nearly every damn belt, pump, and hose in the car; what else could possibly go wrong? Now jump to a few days ago. I’m driving along and the clutch pedal starts to feel real loose. Almost as loose as this girl I know at Bennigans. I have to mash the pedal into the floor just to get the car to engage. I drive on it for a few days hoping it will go away, but these types of things never do. So I’m leaving the bar last night feelin pretty good cause I just saw my favorite girl and I find myself having to assault the car into gear. It was getting to the point of being undrivable so needless to say it ruined my night. I got the call today from the garage that I’m going to need a new three hundred dollar clutch accompanied by six hundred dollars of labor. Six hundred dollars of labor? Six hookers at the same time would cost less in labor. The sad part is that this really is all my fault. I have to confess, I love to ride the clutch. I dream about those red lights that come to a stop on a slope. I love coasting backwards towards the car behind me while they summarily freak out expecting me to hit them. Inches from their bumper I apply my ninja clutch skills and just hover there. Way too much fun. I may take a holiday in Spain Now playing: Counting Crows - Holiday in Spain I was just hit with a terrible irony. I’m sitting here at my desk at 7:19 pm and have been listening to Madonna - Hung Up all day. (It’s one of my usual song binges where I play the same song over and over for eight hours a day for about a week.) My frustration today is that the project I’m working on takes twenty-seven minutes to build. That means every time I make a change to the code that I want to test I have nothing to do for twenty-seven minutes but stare at a busy computer and listen to Madonna - Hung Up. The aforementioned irony is that I’m watching this this build for twenty-seven agonizing minutes while singing the Hung Up lyrics; “time goes by, so slowly … time goes by, so slowly … time goes by, so slowly … time goes by, so slowly.” Surprisingly enough it took me eight hours of building and Madonna to realize that correlation. Kill me now. Now Playing: Madonna - Hung Up I should have more text later, but this my quick attempt at getting my photos out there. They should all be there within a few hours (it’s 7 PM now) Check out my trip to Berlin, Prague, and Vienna
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