Morning of nothingness...

Music: Out of your Mouth - I'm Ugly & KMFDM - A Drug Against War

Whats been going on lately around here, apparently so much stuff has gone on that I don't have time to do anything any more. Which is a total crock of crap but I'm use to lying to myself about these things.

I spent part of the morning in a meeting learning about software that I'm supposed to be teaching in the coming months. Not only did it make little to no sense but the person who wrote it didn't explain the purpose of the software and the things that I'll need to know. The morning was spent learning what happens when I click a button that says "Add Group". (I could have figured that out on my own.)

To make matters worse, I have to spend the better part of this afternoon dealing with a project that was thrust upon me when I returned to work. The bulk of which will be the software that I spend time learning this morning. Oh yeah baby, hear me screaming.

The weekend was pretty great, spent the better part of Saturday in my wife's hometown hanging out with her mom and Step dad. We also got to see friends of ours who are getting married the end of March to discuss their wedding photos. Did I mention that I agreed to be their photographer? Probably not, but its good reason to buy a new camera. Now, if only I could find some cash to do that.

Apart from that I spent a good portion of time playing fetch with our new kitten. He did it for like an hour the other night, I'd throw it to make him go away and stop chewing on my toes, then he'd bring it back. The cycle continued until I got fed up and let him chew on my toes.

The only sour note of the weekend was that my wife spent the better part of Friday poking her finger to determine if it was broken or not. There was an accident in the office which caused her to fall on her chair, which then fell on her hand severely bruising her ring finger.

She tells the story a little different, when she tells it there's some tilting, laughter, falling, yelling and blame being directed at me. (Which I wouldn't deny as it was kind of funny.)

She's doing much better now though, which is good because I'd hate to be responsible for her having a hooked finger, though it would be good for scaring children later in life.

News & Excitement

Music Listening to: The Tea Party - Coming Back Again

I was given a joyous task tonight at work, really it was my first thing to do that wasn't studying for the tests that I don't want to write.

I was told to go through old training material for a donut shoppe (where people are often found “dunkin” their donuts) and look for references that need to be removed. Initially I thought that it would be fun because I could easily look at the slides and makes notes of what needs to change.

NO.

Then I thought that I could listen to music while performing this menial task. Atleast that would be entertaining.

NO.

Then I thought, well, this certainly is going to suck. It shouldn't take me too long to do it.

NO.

I had to go through VIDEO's. Boring, monotone videos describing workplace safety and how to properly interact with the disabled.

Normally I would look at this task as a little bonus that enabled me to further myself in the eyes of my employer, but mostly its just busy work. So I don't surf the 'Net the entire time I'm at work. (And by surf the 'Net I really mean spending time downloading music and watching YouTube.)

.... As for the news. I can't really say, but there might be something interesting happening.

In other news. We got a new KITTY!!

She's right cute. We took her to the vet today and found out that he's not a girl and that wasn't a vagina I seen on him.... I wonder what it was then?

We're calling him Nico. I'll post a picture of him soon.

Destination Unknown....

or known, as I know where I am travelling to.

So, tomorrow is going to be a giant whirlwind of an adventure. The sun will be barely rising over the horizon when I will be climbing into bed after a long night at work.

The main goal will be to become extremely well rested so that the drive to Cape Breton in the early afternoon will be as pleasant as possible. Judging from the past few days I think we should be doing alright to dealing with my crankiness, well that is until we hit the causeway then I can't guarantee that I will be at all pleasant. I feel bad for my wife, I really am going to try my hardest to be not cranky at all.

The other goal will be to see how long I will be on the Island before I order pizza. There seems to be a running family tradition that involves quickly ordering pizza from the local pizza shop immediately upon entering the house. My brother currently owns the record for pizza consumption for eating 7 pizzas over a period of 8 days when he was home a year ago. Personally, I'd enjoy beating that record while being home for 3 days, but I don't know that my wife and wallet will let me do that. Too bad really, its good pizza.

The best part about the trip will be to see the scenery that we'll get to see along the way. Driving along the water through the highway in Cape Breton, though it'll be dark well before we reach the island though.

There are only a few more hours to go until I am finished work for the day, and its an extra special night as well because its the last night shift for the next 3 weeks. (Thank frig.)

I have reached the point of no return right now where I'm rambling and talking incoherently while blankly staring at the corner of the screen with a semi-glazed look in my eyes. This would be a perfect time for some RedBull if it wasn't 5am.... mmmm caffeine.

Let the mind f*ckery begin....

This is my first actual night shift while in posession of this bemusing site of wonderment that I call a 'blome' (my new made up word for 'blog home', and since thats not really a word either.... ). What I'm starting to say before being wildly interrupted by my other inner voice is that the writings here, however frequent tonight, may be a litle crazed and off topic. I've been awake for about 18 hours to this point and must survive another 6 hours of being awake and smarter than the people I talk to.

This should be entertaining considering I'm not feeling particularly smart at the moment.

Normally, I'd come up with some sort of creative musings about the world around me and how if you stare at the corners/sides of the monitor long enough you can actually see the refresh bar going down the screen. But none of that interests me at the moment, I'm more concerned with getting my eyes uncrossed and having some of the pain in my knee dissipate so that I can walk properly.

Again, with the wild tangents from my original topic, not that there was much of an original topic to begin with. Speaking of which, has anyone seen my orange?

By the way, if you see my friend Denise can you tell her that I'm mad a her for thinking about going away for work before I can get a chance to go home and see her for the first time in 10 years. It would be nice if everyone could gang up on her... I'd give you her email address but its too complicated for my mind at this stage in the game...

Bumbling through the morning....

talking to myself. <-- This is the rest of my title. I do weird shit like that from time to time.

So, here I am back at writing here again. When do you think I'll get over the novelty of having a blog that noone reads? Probably in a week when I start waking up and try to force myself to write something here.

The only problem that I can foresee myself having with this thing is feeling the necessity to keep it upto date and free of lies. Yeah, right.

Something else that I may point out, is that when the mood strikes I may end up writing somethings that resemble poetry here. I haven't really decided if/where I will keep those items, but the good ones, or the really bad ones may end up making its way onto this blog. Just as a heads up.

I sometimes have the creative urge to put words together. Case in point:

Standing at the side of the road
tall white horse beside me,
my trusted companion,
spent years helping me to cross
the endless desert.

What am is this person doing with a horse? I dunno.
Who is this person? I dunno. You? Me? Everyone?
Why is the desert endless? Had you wandered there from somewhere else? If so, then its not endless, just long.

Also, at times the words that I put here may end up coming across as dark, dreary, negative, sad. This does not necessarily mean that I'm depressed, it just means that I'm having a bad day, and feel like taking my frustrations out on my vocabulary. I think that everyone should have a blog for themselves, even if its just for themselves. Its a great way to rid yourself of some stress and frustration.

Ciao.