Archives 2006

I recently got my second WoW character to 60, my warlock. It was a long time coming but opens him up to doing some cool things in game. With recent changes to the warlock classes, most horde players will steer clear of me in a one on one situation because of the capability a warlock has to make life miserable for the opposition. Luckily they don’t know I am only an average pvp player at best.

I haven’t done much ranting recently about the state of the world. I suppose I just have dismissed the world as being on the tracks to self destruction and my lamenting it does nothing. The latest proof of this is the widespread violence and death related to a political cartoon, yes, a cartoon. WTF is wrong with people? It is unfathomable to me that it has progressed to the degree where people are dying over this. Now you don’t even have to commit an act to cause riots, just say the wrong thing or worse yet draw a cartoon. Pathetic.

Did you see Suzy Colbert during the Super Bowl? Wow she looked bad. She is developing old lady neck and worse yet she has nasty, gnarled man hands. Next time you see her on screen, take a look at her hands, it was really crazy. What was Broadway Joe thinking?

It was a busy weekend, busier than I prefer. We went to the neighbors place Saturday night and then to a Super Bowl Party Sunday night which compressed the time frame for everything else.

We finally got substantial rain this weekend, the first major rain we have gotten in a couple of months. It was nice to have to not spend an hour to an hour and a half watering the landscape. My mom’s mailbox got knocked off last week and she asked if I could replace it. I went there armed with all the supplies I thought I needed but when I arrived I found that the piece of 2×6 that is used to mount the box was missing. I scoured my mom’s place looking for some suitable wood, I even went to a couple of her neighbors houses looking for wood. No luck, I had to go to Home Depot and have them cut a 1 foot section off an 8 foot board. The bad weather meant that most people decided to spend the dreary day shopping, driving, and eating making traffic miserable. Most parking lots looked like it was Christmas, they were that full.

After I got the mailbox installed we had a stop planned at the Wal-mart supercenter. I don’t know why I do this to myself. I knew it would be insane, I knew it would be filled with hordes of people, most of whom will annoy me, yet I parked the party van and ventured inside. This place is huge, yet with all of the space and wide aisles every corner and aisle still was busy, it is amazing and disgusting at the same time. Every time I leave that place I somehow feel dirty for contributing to the madness. I sort of felt bad, at one point we were in yet another crowded aisle and an older woman moved her cart to the side of the clogged aisle so Ali and I could squeeze by. As we walked by she said “YOUR WELCOME!” At first I had an urge to fire back some smart ass comment but I just kept quiet as I realized I deserved the comment, it was rude of me to not acknowledge her simple act. Somehow the dark light Wal-mart put on my mood made me not care enough to exhibit common courtesy. I complained to Ali how ridiculous the scene was, repeatedly. Soon she tired of my complaining and developed her own bad mood. We got what we came for and finally headed home, a couple hours later than we planned and late enough that we had to clean up and get ready to go to the neighbors shortly after getting back home, adding to the stress. I was less than energetic at the neighbors place, we played some game called Cranium Turbo. It was a game that required much more personal involvement than I was willing to invest at that point. I had a few beers that amplified the drowsiness from minimal sleep. I collapsed into bed around midnight.

We did our Sunday run although Ali felt pretty low energy. She really struggles with Sunday morning runs in comparison to evening runs. Part of it is her morning lethargy, part of it was she drank considerable amounts of wine Saturday night. On runs like this I normally keep any communication to a minimum, otherwise if I say something that requires her to say much she gets very annoyed and we have a quick, breathless, angry exchange of a few words. Even so, we put in a half hour of running time. For the prior week we did over 9 miles of running, this week if all goes to plan we will be well over 10. After yesterday my bad knee was feeling a bit tender, I hope I can keep going.

I spent a good block of time pressure washing the bird cages and then washing the car and party van. I spent a lot of time on the interior of the van. I got a portable dvd player hooked up to the tv, reinstalled the arm rest on the driver’s seat and really cleaned the interior to the point where it looked 100% better inside. Now I just need a long road trip.

One of the things I did over the weekend was pressure clean Maggie’s cage one last time. It has been surprisingly difficult post-Maggie. We realized how quiet the house is now. For 10 years we have grown accustomed to her repeated chirps and noises. The feeling of having her there one day and gone the next repeatedly struck me, making me feel the sting from the finality of it all. Tuki has learned all of Ali’s noises which he continues to do, casting even more sadness when I occasionally hear Maggie’s sounds even though she is gone. I am amazed I have felt this degree of sadness from the loss of a pet that I really didn’t care for. Since Maggie died we have been making an effort to be much more interactive with Tuki. We worry that he doesn’t understand why his buddy that had been there all of his life is not there anymore.

Originally we were going to host another Super Bowl party at our house but then decided to go to someone else’s house for the big game. Their house was beautiful and big. One downside was they had hard surfaces everywhere, tile floors, granite counters which made everything seem loud. Trying to watch the game and/or commercials was not exactly easy do with the constant background noise going on. Even though I was rooting for the Steelers, I wore my Seahawks jersey and let Ali wear my only Steelers jersey. I got the Seahawks jersey back in the 80’s, it is a number 55 Brian Bosworth jersey. I figured I wouldn’t have many opportunities where wearing it would make much sense so I threw it on. The game itself was not very memorable. It was weird the way it played out because in most facets, the Seahawks outplayed the Steelers. They moved the ball rather easily but kept sputtering when they got close to the endzone and had a few bad breaks go against them. The Steelers simply made 2 big plays and that was more or less it. During the second half, after drinking more beer I was so damn tired I just wanted to close my eyes. However I was happy to see Bill Cowher finally win one and for my team of choice when I was a child to return to the top.

Some more notes from the party. The national anthem was terrible, embarrassingly bad. Don’t make the song “your own”, sing it the way it is supposed to be sung for Christ’s sake, stupid. I thought the half time show sucked. If you get past how ugly of a man Mick Jagger is, you realize he doesn’t sing very well anymore either. I didn’t think it was good at all. Because of all of the distractions I had a hard time paying attention to all of the commercials, although I saw some good and bad. The Burger King human burger and the Diet Pepsi commercials were stupid. I liked the Career Builder ones, the Ameriquest ones and a few others. Ali and I made a betting board again which was a popular part of the party. After it was all said and done we finished $1.75 up. The main food item at the party was chili. Jessie warned me that it would come back to bite me later as it was rather spicy. Wow he wasn’t kidding, my stomach was churning most of the night and I feel like toxic waste today. I’ll skip the chili next time….

Last night we did our 3rd run of the week and it was the longest one Ali ever did, 4.67 miles in 45 minutes. Hell we are now in shooting distance of a 10k. Ali has been doing fantastic. We are doing distances now that make me work very hard as well. I never would have guessed last year at this time we would be doing close to 5 miles. Even though it is early February, it was very humid last night, I was sweating up a storm even though we did the last half of our run in darkness.

McNabb did an in depth interview that basically covered all the shit that went down this past Eagle season. He made some really stupid comments in my opinion. He basically said that he was offended because TO agreed that the Eagles would have been 7-0 with Farve as the QB. However he was most offended because Farve is white, he said it would have been different if it was Steve McNair or Byron Leftwich (black QB’s), somehow that would have been better. But since it was Farve that was somehow worse. That is ridiculous and ignorant. Can you imagine if a white QB said he was more offended because he was compared to a black QB? There would be hell to pay. Then there was story about Hugh Douglas saying how Donovan basically is not a team leader. I hoped that this past season was simply a combonation of a lot of bad luck, however these comments make me feel that there could be long lasting effects that will prevent this team from ever reaching it’s prior performance levels with McNabb as the QB.

Maggie, our cockatiel that we have had for around 10 years died last night. When we got home Ali told me that it looked like she was dying. She was hunched over by her one bowl and you could tell she had been throwing up. She looked terrible and she had been off and on sick for a few months. Even though the bird basically hated everyone except Alison, I couldn’t help but feel emotional as Ali had the bird sitting on her all night. Even though Maggie was obviously fading, she still came up and cuddled under Ali’s neck and even tried to nip at her earrings like she used to do. As the night went on she got worse and started throwing up in amounts that seemed impossible for a bird her size. We stayed up with her till almost midnight. Ali was very upset about the idea of her dying alone but I told her I thought that if we put her in a towel, in her cage that she is used to, she would be ok. I woke up this morning and found her dead, as I expected. Even though I couldn’t stand the bird for the majority of her lifetime, I still felt very sad.

There were some good times I can remember like when we first got her I used to string wood ladders together and watch her climb and swing on them. We used to have a shower perch that Ali would set Maggie on while she showered and sprayed her down. In the morning Maggie would closely listen for any sounds that indicated Alison was waking up and then she would chirp happily when Ali would appear. She wasn’t all bad.

Seeing the face of death, even on a little cockatiel was enough to stir up my own issues with it and make the emotions more intense. I was going to bury her but Ali wants us to have her cremated so we can have her ashes like we did with our only other pet that died in our care, Elbie.

Yesterday I had a trip back to the ortho. I got a plastic retainer for my bottom teeth to be worn at night. I have a wire retainer but that didn’t connect to one tooth on the bottom that was really angled inward. When I put the retainer on at night, that tooth hurt like a SOB, an indication that it had already started to move back in that 6 week time period. I also got my my last 3 trays for my upper teeth. The tooth straightening fiasco that began back in September of 2003 is finally coming down the home stretch. It’s hard to believe.

Last night I installed the new lock cylinder in the van. It installed without issue and the ignition now feels brand new. It feels good to identify, troubleshoot and fix a problem on your own. There are a few minor things on the list to fix on the van like replacing one of the seatbelts on one of the captains chairs and come up with a fix for the front cupholders. The repair list is nowhere near as daunting as the 88 Vette that had a list pages long of things to fix.

For some reason I had an urge to see W give his state of the union address. I soon remembered why I had avoided them recently. I can not stand the endless pause/applause breaks that make it drag on forever. However it does crack me up to see the networks cut to shots of people relevant to whatever Bush was referring to. The shots of the audience when the republican side would stand and applaud while the democrats sat and golf clapped were funny. Ali took notice that W was wearing a blue tie, evidently some sort of effort to show bi-partisanship since typically demos wear blue and pubby’s wear red ties. The basic theme that Bush kept implying was that there was one way for things to be done and that was the only way. Typically if you meet a person that thinks his way is right and is the only way things can be done, you would identify him as pompous, unrealistic, close minded and/or arrogant jerk. Yet, such a man is running the country. The shots of the mostly decrepit, dust farting, corrupt politicians, whether they be democrats or republicans left me feeling hopeless for any chance of real change ever going on in our government. The only thing I heard W say that was positive was the ideas about alternative energy, hybrids, etc. However his promise of reducing oil dependence by 75% in 20 years was one of those classic political statements that sound good but in reality mean nothing because he has absolutely nothing to do with what will happen 2 decades from now. His promise of reducing the deficit by 2009, after he is out of office is another empty promise that he will never be held accountable for. The speech was just chock full of bullshit. I was surprised to see the Virgina governor deliver the democratic response but he was quite capable and did a good job of delivering a message that more closely followed reality. The best moment of the night was when Bush mentioned how his SS reform was defeated which prompted the democratic side to erupt into applause, that was some funny shit. Keep cutting taxes for the rich, W and bury us in deficits of unfathomable depths you will go down as being one the biggest F sticks we ever had running the joint.

Our first weekend of party van ownership was up and down. Here are pictures of it BTW. On Friday evening I got home and scraped the for sale sign off the windshield and took it to the gas station to fill it, it was close to empty. 28 gallons and 70 some bucks later I pulled out with a full tank and light wallet. Oh well with a big tank it will give us better range I guess on road trips.

On Saturday I wanted to fire up the van to show our neighbors, I turn the key and get a click. I try again, then again, click, click click. It was odd because all of the electric devices in the van seemed to work fine, not slow like you would think if the battery was weak. I was perplexed but went as far as to swap batteries between the van and the Tacoma to see if it would start, same click. Hmm ok, well I guess the Tacoma battery which looked like it was on it’s last legs anyway, was too weak to turn the starter on the big motor. So I head down to the new Wal-mart supercenter, on a Saturday afternoon, during season, to grab 2 batteries, one for the van, one for the truck. Needless to say, it was a mob scene. I parked at the right end of the building, thinking that it would be like most Wal-marts and have the auto section there. I was wrong, it was on the opposite side, several hundred yards away. After my long walk up and back, I had my 2 batteries and was on my way home. I installed the Tacoma battery first which went fine. Then I hooked up the new battery in the van, I turned the key with much anticipation and got another , CLICK. I swore loudly and hit the steering wheel in anger. What the F. I turned the key multiple times in disbelief that I just bought a van that won’t start. After double and triple checking the battery connections I called the seller and described the problem, asking him if he saw this behavior. “Oh yea, I had that happen to me once. The key wasn’t in the ignition straight.” He told me the outer key ring is loose and doesn’t line up like it should and I just need to make sure it is straight. Oh ok, simple enough, I thanked him and hung up. I went back out and saw what he meant. The outer ring spun loosely, which it shouldn’t do, so I carefully made sure I lined it all up and tried again, click. SOB! I spent a half hour out there dicking with it, seeing if I could find the perfect alignment, which I couldn’t. I was really frustrated and called the seller back, asking if there were any other things he could suggest. He had none and I was a bit less cordial this time, I told him I was very frustrated to have this happen 2 days after buying the van and that I wished he told me about it ahead of time. He said he didn’t tell me because it only happened once. Yea, sure. I hung up in disgust. I was determined to fix this thing. Luckily it had a Haynes repair manual included so I looked through it. I flipped through it and eventually came up with the idea that the lock cylinder could be bad. I followed the manual and popped the lock cylinder out. I looked at it, blew on it and put it back in. I turn the key, VROOM! WTF, I don’t know why but that fixed it. I triumphantly beeped the horn and had Ali come out. She was excited to see I got it going and later we had her drive it for a bit to get her accustomed to it. I ordered a replacement lock cylinder as a precaution. The interior of the van needs some cleaning but it is basically sound. I pulled out the sheepskin covers from the front seat, checked out the tv and it’s options for installing a dvd player and generally just putzed around. I quickly got over the ignition problem and now am once again happy we have the party van.

Our neighbors had a short notice garage sale Saturday and asked us if we had anything to sell. Initially I figured I had 2 or 3 things to get rid of. But when I started digging through shit early Saturday morning, I soon had taken enough stuff over to their driveway to basically equal what they had out. We had a lot of junk. Until Ali got up, I worked the stand with my neighbor. We had some good early success and I threw in several items for free to my customers, which was irrestible to most yard sale types. We wound up making 60-70 bucks but more importantly unloaded a bunch of shit we no longer had use for. A win-win.

I worked off a list again this weekend. It really helps me prioritize stuff. The list had 5 or 6 items on it and I managed to wrap it up without much fuss. There really is something to be said about writing down your goals, whether they be long term or just for a day. That simple act of writing down the goal makes it real and commits me to accomplishing it.

This week’s silly WoW comments. My warrior is still my highest ranked character and I have been playing him more lately. Out of boredom I decided to change up his look. A warrior normally wears plate armor, which is the strongest armor in the game. However I was looking to make my warrior look unique. I searched through the auction house and bought him a leather eye patch. The leather item has much less armor value than a plate head piece but it looks funny as hell. Here is a pic of him. He sort of looks like a bad ass member of the village people.

Last night Ali and I did the first of our longer training runs, we did 4.08 miles, the longest Ali ever ran. I felt terrible through most of it, for the first half my lower back was killing me and throughout the entire run my hamstrings felt like rubber bands wound too tight. I actually felt like Ali was the pace setter for the first time. We did the distance in 40 minutes, a strong pace.

The party van is now in the driveway. The pickup and drive home went fine. Once we got it home we spent time checking out a bunch of the stuff inside. We put down the bed and Nicki immediately jumped up on it and claimed it as her own, it was funny. This weekend I will look through the manual and get a better handle on how all the stuff works. Ali is really excited about the PV. It is cavernous inside.

Last night after work, while Ali was at the gym, I stopped at Walgreens to pick up some peanut butter. As I approached the door, I saw through the windows what appeared to be a guy in a beekeeper outfit. As I walked in the door I instantly saw why. An angry bee dove at me and bounced off my forehead. As I looked up I saw a swarm of bees up by the lights. They were quite angry as the bee guy was spraying them with bee killer. The bees were flying everywhere, I was sort of surprised that they were letting customers in the store with a swarm of angry bees flying around. When I checked out, the cashier told me that evidently the bees made a nest in the AC system. I quickly exited without further attacks.

On the drive in to work Ali and I saw a conversion van sitting in front of someone’s house for sale. It appeared to be in nice shape from the road. For years, Ali and I have talked about getting a “party” van. We always thought how something like that would make long road trips much more enjoyable. The half a dozen times we have driven from Florida to PA and back it was done in our sub-compact cars which makes for a rather miserable time. We also thought having something like that would come in handy when we have company down so they wouldn’t have to have their knees jammed against the front seat of the Sentra. So anyway, I called the number on the van and got some details yesterday and then stopped last night on the way home to look at it further. It is a 93 with 114,000 on it. It reminded us of our friend Gary and Sue’s party van, it may be the exact same model as theirs actually. It has a little TV, a fold down rear seat that turns into a bed, a high roof, drink coolers and a bunch of other little gadgets. I drove it and it seemed to run fine for a 13 year old van although jumping into it after driving the Sentra is like night and day. We had a bit of an odd negotiation where we agreed on a price but he said he was going to leave the van out front until I showed up with money today. As usual, I feel hesitancy about the whole thing but it isn’t much money and it could really make long range travel a lot more enjoyable for us. We will see. Pictures of it to follow.

I only posted once early last week. I’ve been sick since then with what started as a sore throat/aches/tired/weak thing and has now transformed into more of a chronic runny nose thing. I stayed home from work Wednesday and Thursday. It never turned into hardcore flu symptoms where I couldn’t get out of bed, it was just enough that I didn’t feel good enough to sit in my office all day. Instead, I spent most of the time sitting at my home office playing WoW.

We got a letter from FEMA, I anxiously opened it, hoping it would say that we qualified for at least a few bucks to help offset the uninsured portion of our hurricane damage. No such luck, the letter said we had insufficient damage. Damn it.

The weekend was very laid back. I still felt off so I didn’t have much inspiration to do very much. By the end of the weekend I felt like a bum. In the past year I have really laxed on the home projects. On Sunday night I had a million things running through my head , many of which were related to home maintenance things that could/should be done. I was feeling a bit mental. I know that a big part of the difference in the last year is because of the countless hours spent gaming on the computer. Instead of getting the house stuff done first and then using left over time to do my own thing, I often play first and once that happens it has a way of pushing other things by the wayside. I always heard that MMORPG games were like computer game crack, I often laughed at that notion before I became involved with them. I need to reestablish some priorities. Ignoring stuff that you know should be done feels good at first but soon after you just feel like a loser.

Well today is a new week and I hope to get back into my healthy routine. I missed the gym all last week because of illness so I am sure I will feel weak as a baby but I will work through it. Ali and I went for a run on Sunday. We both felt rotten and did less than we both expected. I chalked it up to a bad day. Ali wants to start increasing distance on our training runs from 3 to 4 miles and slowly increase from there to attain goals of running a 10k and hopefully a half marathon.

I watched 6 + hours of playoff football yesterday. Both games were rather lopsided. Of the teams that were left, I was pulling for Pittsburgh to win it all so I was happy they won. The Steelers were the very first NFL team I ever rooted for as a child. One of my childhood friends was a huge Cowboys fan so we had a bitter rivalry going. Sometime around 1980 I became a hard core Eagles fan and my Steelers allegiance waned. So with the Eagles season in the dumper, having the Steelers win would be a nice consoloation.

I went home from work sick yesterday and after a night of almost non-existent sleep, feel worse today. I plan on staying home and sacking out.

On Sunday I finally took the Christmas lights down. I don’t think I ever have had them up this long. It is ironic that with a holiday season that lacked much of the spirit for me, I felt inclined to leave the lights up so long. I think I just liked the way they looked. I was bummed out that night as I walked around outside the now dark house.