School of Fish, Three Strange Days. I love that song. The 80's Alternative station on Spinner.com has been playing it everyday before noon. I've been stuck in a little musical rut lately. I want to be exposed to something new that doesn't suck something smelly. It doesn't even have to be a new band. Could be an older band that I've never heard before.

It's been a couple of weeks since I put up my internet ad and the responses have kind of tapered off. I've met one person, and he seems pretty cool so far. We might be going out tonight. There were a couple of others that I was emailing, but they don't seem to be answering the emails I send anymore. I don't think it's the ideal way to meet someone, but the other methods don't seem to be working.

And I'm wondering if I should tell these perspective Mr. Krisobi's about bloglin. Maybe it would be a good way for them to get to know me, but maybe they'll know too much. And then I'll start to get paranoid about what I put in here. Should I give date details? I'm thinking probably not. It might be best to keep things on the outside. Unless something really interesting or insane happens.

And at what point do I tell these men about my love for 80s hair band music?

My digital camera is going up for sale on ebay. Probably next week or so. And it just occured to me that I have no way of taking a picture of the digital camera for my ebay ad. The camera can't take a picture of itself. So, maybe instead of selling the camera and then getting a new one, I should get the new one first. So then I will have a way of taking a picture of the old one, and I will have a brand new spiffy camera. Ah, rationalization at it's finest.

Still having the internal debate about the Newton, I'm leaning more towards selling, but I'd have to get at least $200, or it wouldn't be worth giving up. Then I could get rid of all the dongles, cords, CDs, books, plugs and stuff that go with it.

I didn't get quite as much done tonight as I had planned. But I made a little progress getting the big ebay sale together. I'll post links here when the items are up and running, because I know with all the mad insane traffic I get here, it'll be the biggest promotion since Crystal Pepsi. I'm currently debating whether or not the Newton should go or stay. It is such a cool piece of equipment, but I never use it. I'll sleep on it. [most. boring. post. ever.]

Totally made so much progress today on my site...

Tonight, I'm going to go home and look for things to sell on eBay. I'm really jonesing for a new digital camera, and really can't justify getting one until I sell the old one. And as long as I'm selling that bastard, I'll probably sell the Newton too. I hate to part with it, but to be honest, it hasn't been out of the box for over a year and it's just too cool to just be sitting useless in a box. Someone who would use it should have it. Maybe I'll sell the Visor too. Not as cool as the Newton, but yet another thing that I never use. Maybe when I sell all these things, I can justify the purchase of a groovy and SMALL digital camera. And, oh yeah, and a new 20 gig iPod. <--- Yeah, baby!

I recently (couple of months ago) downloaded AOL Instant Messenger on my computer at work. [It was all about the peer pressure, because if it was just me, I would never put anything AOL-related on my machine, no offense to my AOL-using friends.] What totally pisses me off is the fact that the bastard AOL program leaves aliases all over my machine. There's one on the desktop, one in the taskbar, one in my bookmarks, etc... AOL has a lot of damn gall to be putting their garbage all over my shit. I have enough problems keeping my computer shit organized without having to clean up that AOL mess all the time. For that reason alone, AOL is going on "the list." [someday, whenever I get around to it, I'll have a whole section on my website, krisobi.com, dedicated to "the list."]

I wish I had seen this site before I chose Citibank as my bank. But at least it gives me even more reason to pay off that bastard credit card quickly. After I do that, I'm going to switch to a different bank, hopefully a more socially aware one. [gets off soap box]

Whew. What a weekend. Good times.

krisobi vs. the IRS [insert dramatic music here]
Yes, I recieved a letter from the IRS proposing changes to my 2000 tax return. They said that someone had reported additional income for me and that I owed them $700 in taxes. To say I started freaking out would be putting it mildly. I started thinking of some various type of 'sketchy' income I might have obtained in the 2000 tax year. H&R Block did my taxes that year and I was ready to go and kick some H&R Block ass for screwing up my return, vowing never to use them again. There were all sorts of situations running through my head. Then I was trying to figure out where I was going to get $700. That's like a lot of money that I don't have. And don't see myself having anytime soon. And having to save it up would severely curtail my drinking budget...

I ended up calling my previous employer to see if it was something on their end, and it turns out that the payroll people fucked up and sent two W2s to the IRS, doubling my income. I felt a huge sigh of relief. Not my fault and I won't have to pay the IRS any money. But then I started getting pissed off. It's not enough that this company laid me off last September, but they have to fuck up my tax crap and put me through all this stress. If I ever get a medical practice, I am so not going to use their software...

IRS stuff is some scary shit. I hope that's the only time I ever hear from them.

Diet blogs are usually mind-numbingly boring, I started one once, it lasted for like a day, and it was very lame. But this one is interesting because it's a guy, and he actually writes more than just "I had a piece of lettuce and a twinkie."

I watched True LIfe - I Have Embarassing Parents on Mtv the other day. The dad who was all into Star Wars was like the coolest dad ever. Man, if my dad wanted to take me to Star Wars conventions, I'd totally be into that. The other kid, Justin, I felt really bad for. His dad seemed like a total dickwad. And Justin was so sweet. You just wanted to give him a big hug because you felt so bad for him. I hope it was the editting and that his dad really isn't like that. I need to get rid of this cable.

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Being sick on one of the nicest days of the year fucking sucks. I was supposed to go to happy hour tonight, but instead I'm sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and trying to breathe freely. I thought the 6 hour nap I took earlier would help, but it seemed to make everything worse. Now I have to find the energy to take out the dog. Maybe I'll take another nap first. Better not, I might not wake up until tomorrow...

Man, I can't wait until I get some money. There's a bunch of pins and stickers I want to get here.

Well, I see the comments are back. Good thing, because they are so popular with the large population of visitors bloglin has. [/sarcasm] Summer colds are the worst man. My head feels like it's going to explode and my throat feels like I was doing shots of acid. (the corrosive liquid, not the drugs...) Just in time for the weekend. Sucks. Sucks. Sucks. All I want to do is go home, take some Nyquil and pass out on the couch. My I'll ask if I can go "work at home." Man, what a fucking baby.

Uh-oh, it looks like the place where I got the comments from has taken them away from me. Maybe I wasn't worthy, maybe they read my mind when I was considering taking them down. Or maybe they are just having server trouble and the bastard comment will be back up tomorrow.

"Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit smoking." It's 2 pm already and I haven't done a thing except open my timesheet and fill in the holiday hours from last week. I'm still drained from the weekend. I hardly have the energy to type. Next weekend, I'm going to stay in, stay sober and be productive. Oh wait, I have plans next weekend. Nevermind.

Saturday was the 10 year + 1 hs reunion. (aren't they clever... hee hee hee) There was a BBQ on Saturday afternoon for all the families and kids. It's so nice to know that the pukes that I went to high school with are reproducing. I can think of so many that should've been sterilized as soon as they hit puberty. We got there late so there were only about 5 people standing around holding their babies. [yawn...] I couldn't contribute to the nipple cracking/breast feeding/episiotomy talk so we got the hell out of there fast, with a bunch of reservations about the reception/dinner thing that evening.

We ended up going because of the curiousity factor and the open bar factor. We both looked totally fabulous. It kind of sucked at first, but after a beer or 2 or 6 and seeing a bunch of people that were always cool, it turned into a really good time. We even went to the bar afterwards and drank some more. So Saturday was a surprisingly good time. (which I am still paying for today...)

It's funny because the people that sucked 11 years ago, still really suck today. And might even suck a bit more because they've replicated. Some people looked like they were 28 going-on 45. Proof that excessive tanning and being a raging bitch in high school is really bad for your skin. Definitely a lot of "football face" going on.

And now that I've been to the 10 year, I probably will miss the 20 year, or the 20 year + 1. (because our reunion committee is just so incredibly clever and witty)

The. Last. Hour. Time is moving very slow right now. I've decided I don't like Excel and all of it's evil relatives. It's been pissing me off all day. But maybe if my mind had actually been paying attention to the task, rather than thinking about assorted other things, like what I'm wearing this weekend, when I can go and see AoTC again, or when the best time to color my hair tomorrow would be, I'd have that Excel bitch mastered.

I've also been considering taking the comments down. They seem kind of dumb right now. Especially since there really aren't any. First I put that comment crap here on bloglin. What's next? My wishlist? A webcam? Good Lord. Why don't I just start listening to creed and shopping at wal-mart.

I think I can condense the activities in the previous post down to: I'm drinking. I'm drunk. I'm sleeping. I'm hungover. I'm napping. I'm drinking. I'm drunk. I'm passed out. I'm hungover. I'm drinking. I'm rocking. I'm watching a torture show. I'm asleep. Go to freaking work. Stare at screen all day and try to avoid everyone. The last post was too long. Apparently I like to ramble when my brain is foggy.

The worst combination at work is to have absolutely no energy and then to have to stare at code all day. I can barely keep my eyes focused and there's a problem left over from last Friday that I can't seem to nail down. This past weekend was not exactly a restful one. It was a good time, but I'm paying for it today.

We started at happy hour on Friday at Mex and stayed out until the bars closed. That's a lot of drinking hours. We ended up at the bar on the corner of East and Alexander sitting outside. (name isn't coming) Next to us was 2 chicks and a guy. The one chick did not look good, she looked to be at that point where you could stick a fork in here because she's done. Then I start hearing these sounds and I look over and she is THROWING UP there in front of the bar. She made no effort to go into the bathroom or over to the street, just put her head between her legs and yak all over the ground. It was pretty disgusting. We looked over and asked the 2 other people with her if her friend was ok, and she's like, "She's ok, she's getting married tomorrow." I called bullsit on that one. If it was just nerves, she could've made it to the bathroom. But they just sat there for another hour or so, with the bride to be yaking the whole time. The guy was sitting there rubbing the non-yakking girl's foot and not saying too much. The whole scene was a little gross and pretty trashy. Great friends she has. That was Friday.

Obviously Saturday started off with a hangover. I didn't get anything around the house done, but I took a really long nap on the couch. Then I got the call. "We're going out for a couple of drinks, want to come?" Sure, why not, I'll be home by 10. You'd think I would have learned my lesson before. We started off sitting outside at the vomit bar, but on the other side, away from the big vomit stain on the concrete. Stayed there for about 4-5 beers and went to Mex to get some nachos, stayed there for a bunch more beers and then ended up at the BugJar. Spent my last $5 on the cover and started drinking water. Turned down a Jager shot, and went home.

Again on Sunday, wake up with a hangover, this one was worse. I'm thinking it was cumulative from the day before. Gave my friend a ride back to his car, went to Brueggers, and then passed out on the couch for a couple of hours until I had to get up and ready to go to the Poison/Cinderella show. Wow that show totally rocked. We had the best seats and the girl at the beer tent was hooking us up with free beer all night. Good times. I didn't home until about 1, and there was this really cool show about torture on the history channel that I was watching until I realized it would be on until 3.

So this morning, I wake up at 6, ears all stuffed, smelling like pyro, tired as shit, thirsty, with absolutely no energy and drag my ass out of bed and to go to an early morning dentist appointment. (Very, very bad planning on my part.) It's 2:30 and I still can't hear anything. Guess who forgot their earplugs last night? It was a really great weekend.