Not a bad schedule this week...

Coming this week: SUNDAY: (Today): Blech. I'm sick. Besides 2 hours of homework, completely baffling Spanish homework, I'm resting mostly all day. Gotta get better fast. Not a bad way to spend the day. MONDAY: Gym for sure. Columbus Day. So, other people are not working besides me. This might mean getting together with a couple friends and playing Runewars. "...an epic board game of conquest, adventure, and fantasy empires for two to four players". We're playing this to honor Columbus, obviously. TUESDAY: Espanol class. Then gym, a nap and then friends coming over later that evening for game night! WEDNESDAY: Nothing definitive except a real need to study for first exam tomorrow. Then, D&D at 6 PM. We're in week 4. I haven't played D&D or any other role-playing game in over 20 years. Pretty freaking cool. THURSDAY: Exam in Espanol. Eeek! We'll hope for the best on that one. Gym after. To get rid of that weird energy. And a nap. But then it is game night at the Lab! Board games til my eyes bleed that night. FRIDAY: Nothing definitive during the day. But going to Othello this night. The opening night. Very excited. Then, a Pimp and Ho party afterwards. Last year, there were like 150 people at this party. Should be good. SATURDAY: Gym, naps, then a free social media party with free food and booze. That'll be good.

Jen and the drunken debauch about 2 years ago

This space reserved for all that

It's ham or NOTHING!!!

As I overheard my co-worker making her Easter plans on the phone, I mused back to gentler days. Days of innocence and naivety past. Coloring eggs, Easter baskets, seeing the Easter Bunny when I was 5. I KNOW I saw that fucker. Jumping around in his pink bunny suit in my backyard. Don't tell me he doesn't exist godammit! Then the divorce, no more Easter baskets. No more family shit. No more teachers, dirty looks, whatever. I recall foraging at fucking KFC one Easter in denial- "I used to have Easter dinner with my family" Waaaaaaaah!!!! I had basically run my whole Easter memory reel in about 20 seconds. Anyway, getting back to the story. As she got off the phone, I said, "So, its ham this year, eh?" She turned to me and said sharply, "It's ham or NOTHING!" She had a look in her eye that said "if you fuck with me on this YOU. WILL. DIE." Hey, who am I to argue? Ham is awesome. It IS ham or nothing.

Words to live by, if you have chickens

"You don't fall in love with a chicken". Deep, deep words. Too important to forget.

Reflections on a Thursday night

Been strange times lately. A close friend going through a death. Really odd family stuff. Weird work stuff.

Let me tell you something, career wise-I'll do a lot of stuff most people won't. I'd throw myself down a flight of stairs for the right price. I've done a LOT of really odd stuff in my various careers in all its incarnations. But you know what really kinds of gets me? Now I have to call a professional clown on a semi-regular basis at work. I'm a little scared about it.

What if I slip up and call them by their stage name? Maybe it would trigger some weird sh*t in them, flip them into their alter ego and they might open up all kinds of hell on me.

The last thing Maximus needs right now is a clown with a grudge.

*On a side note, I think "Clown with a Grudge" would be a pretty cool band name.

Favorite random quote from a friend

"Its like they think they re-invented anal sex or something."

Yeah, I think she was a little tipsy. But I never want to forget this.

Hey....I KNOW what's been missing at work.

"Just realized what I'm missing at work. I need a job again where I can get paid to honk a girls boobs and have her show nekkid pictures to me n'stuff. I miss that.

Damn, do I miss that.

God bless that little screwed up chick."

I shared this with a friend of mine earlier and he agreed. His response:

"Man, you had naked pictures, boob squeezes, bang your direct reports, make pancakes......it's amazing you didn't work more. That's a hard package to beat."

Those were some pretty decent benefits...

That and taking 3 hour lunches. Expense accounts. Getting the company to sign off to buy me power tools.

FUCK! I gotta get another job like that. Well, that and getting paid about 4x what I'm currently making at my shitty job right now.