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Okay, I cannot fault the guy for loving his wife, but...the wedding ring is only a symbol, soldier.
Dec. 13th, 2004
Good Goddamn Morning
Dec. 13th, 2004 06:12 amRichard Shindell is on the ipod, so this morning isn't a total loss. I got up at the rear-end crevice o' dawn because I want to get into our staff counsel office before all those pesky lawyers get in.
A few words on the ipod: the ipod and the mini speakers are so awesome for hotel rooms. I was listening to wonderful music last night while chatting with friends online and reading. It's pure goodness!
Especially listening to Shindell's and Cry Cry Cry's rendition of "Cold Missouri Water".
Today is a harbinger of something: I got up minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I find I can really do this while I'm in a hotel room...perhaps it's the lousy, uncuddly sheets and the stiffly regulated temperature of said hotel room that makes me less likely to engage in a good, quality passing out.
I'll be sleeping like a babe tonight, I'll wager.
A few words on the ipod: the ipod and the mini speakers are so awesome for hotel rooms. I was listening to wonderful music last night while chatting with friends online and reading. It's pure goodness!
Especially listening to Shindell's and Cry Cry Cry's rendition of "Cold Missouri Water".
Today is a harbinger of something: I got up minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I find I can really do this while I'm in a hotel room...perhaps it's the lousy, uncuddly sheets and the stiffly regulated temperature of said hotel room that makes me less likely to engage in a good, quality passing out.
I'll be sleeping like a babe tonight, I'll wager.
Why are we bothering with this?
Dec. 13th, 2004 07:04 amMcCain is pushing the steroids issue.
Listen, I don't favor using drugs, but then, I don't really support the baseball industry. I think the government enacting legislation on this is somewhat of a waste of time, especially since it involves enforcement, and probably will not be rigidly enforced anyway.
Let these ball players destroy themselves; they are big boys (and getting bigger!). They are willing to take the risk for millions. It is profitable for them to do so. No matter the penalties, it's still profitable for them to do so. And no doubt their employer and the industry secretly supports this. I suggest that consumers who are not in favor of this boycott the sport and the companies that support them (mostly beer, right?) . Otherwise I think demand is driving this pumped up supply. If a ball player gets fined for steroid use, he gets punished, and the issue kind of fades away. Just look at the way this article proceeds. Steroids is just a means to an end to discuss McCain's '08 presidential prospects. Let's get a real issue, folks.
It's sports, people. It's entertainment. I'd like our national government to focus on things that matter, like good international Intelligence data, not creating more problems than we solve, working on corporate level corruption, campaign reform, mitigating the mainstream media interested in profit more than information. Let's stop acting like we're legislating morality while collecting profits on the other side.
Listen, I don't favor using drugs, but then, I don't really support the baseball industry. I think the government enacting legislation on this is somewhat of a waste of time, especially since it involves enforcement, and probably will not be rigidly enforced anyway.
Let these ball players destroy themselves; they are big boys (and getting bigger!). They are willing to take the risk for millions. It is profitable for them to do so. No matter the penalties, it's still profitable for them to do so. And no doubt their employer and the industry secretly supports this. I suggest that consumers who are not in favor of this boycott the sport and the companies that support them (mostly beer, right?) . Otherwise I think demand is driving this pumped up supply. If a ball player gets fined for steroid use, he gets punished, and the issue kind of fades away. Just look at the way this article proceeds. Steroids is just a means to an end to discuss McCain's '08 presidential prospects. Let's get a real issue, folks.
It's sports, people. It's entertainment. I'd like our national government to focus on things that matter, like good international Intelligence data, not creating more problems than we solve, working on corporate level corruption, campaign reform, mitigating the mainstream media interested in profit more than information. Let's stop acting like we're legislating morality while collecting profits on the other side.
Today was a pisser, insofar as it lacked inspiration and excitement.
My first problem: Irvine. Don't like it. Not gonna. Don't wanna. Wah.
Second problem: Too busy to revert to my happy place to forget I'm in Irvine.
Third: Traffic here is a real pip, so forget making an early drive to Glendale.
Fourth: Restaurants here are limited, and keep business hours. Only the sucky restaurants are open when I am looking for food.
Fifth: See my first problem.
Soon, it will be safe to hit the highway and try my luck in Glendale. I sincerely hope tomorrow will be a little easier than today was. Odds are likely that they shall. But then, since when are Odds normal?
My first problem: Irvine. Don't like it. Not gonna. Don't wanna. Wah.
Second problem: Too busy to revert to my happy place to forget I'm in Irvine.
Third: Traffic here is a real pip, so forget making an early drive to Glendale.
Fourth: Restaurants here are limited, and keep business hours. Only the sucky restaurants are open when I am looking for food.
Fifth: See my first problem.
Soon, it will be safe to hit the highway and try my luck in Glendale. I sincerely hope tomorrow will be a little easier than today was. Odds are likely that they shall. But then, since when are Odds normal?
Greetings from the lovely Coast Anabelle hotel.
At first I was concerned that I was relegated to a dive hotel. But the Coast Anabelle poses a certain degree of charm. Maybe I'm biased, since this establishment has a quaint little bar, and I've just imbibed trois boissons. That's three drinks for you non-francophiles. Oh, and free wireless internet. I'm in love. If I come down here again, I'm staying at the Coast Anabelle. Assuming that the morning traffic I face tomorrow morning isn't hell. I suspect it shall be.
Three martinis to be a smidge more precise.
I'm pickled tink.
I met some interesting folk: an architect from Bawston. Not just any architect...an architect for Baskin Robins. If anyone has the scoop, he does.
I also ran into a master Saab mechanic from Washington. He was a Leo, so obviously I was attracted to him. Fuck me. No, wait, don't. My doctor says Leos make me edgy; so only half a Leo. I get to choose which half.
And then there was the lovely Therese, born of french ancestry, but hailing from Phoenix. She recently had some surgery, so she was on Valume. Oh, she was a hoot and three quarters. Also, at her golden age, still a hopeful screenplay writer. Thankfully, she's married to a civil engineer.
If opposites attract, I guess that means I need to meet and woo a flighty little bastard. Therese was a frickin' airsock. Heart of gold, though. It's okay that I say she's an airsock. She's an Aquarius. I love booze-related conversations.
Okay, kids. I need to get up in about 6 hours. I need to go and try to find my ass with both hands. I know it's around here somewhere.
Oh, and our Bartender, who was pushing food at us...a Cancer. It was a Zodiac night, indeed.
At first I was concerned that I was relegated to a dive hotel. But the Coast Anabelle poses a certain degree of charm. Maybe I'm biased, since this establishment has a quaint little bar, and I've just imbibed trois boissons. That's three drinks for you non-francophiles. Oh, and free wireless internet. I'm in love. If I come down here again, I'm staying at the Coast Anabelle. Assuming that the morning traffic I face tomorrow morning isn't hell. I suspect it shall be.
Three martinis to be a smidge more precise.
I'm pickled tink.
I met some interesting folk: an architect from Bawston. Not just any architect...an architect for Baskin Robins. If anyone has the scoop, he does.
I also ran into a master Saab mechanic from Washington. He was a Leo, so obviously I was attracted to him. Fuck me. No, wait, don't. My doctor says Leos make me edgy; so only half a Leo. I get to choose which half.
And then there was the lovely Therese, born of french ancestry, but hailing from Phoenix. She recently had some surgery, so she was on Valume. Oh, she was a hoot and three quarters. Also, at her golden age, still a hopeful screenplay writer. Thankfully, she's married to a civil engineer.
If opposites attract, I guess that means I need to meet and woo a flighty little bastard. Therese was a frickin' airsock. Heart of gold, though. It's okay that I say she's an airsock. She's an Aquarius. I love booze-related conversations.
Okay, kids. I need to get up in about 6 hours. I need to go and try to find my ass with both hands. I know it's around here somewhere.
Oh, and our Bartender, who was pushing food at us...a Cancer. It was a Zodiac night, indeed.