Capoeria update...

Unless I misunderstood the local instructor (who goes by the handle Gorilla... seriously), the classes at UD I'm trying to take are being moved, seemingly at random, by the university between several buildings and times because apparently even if this group books a room, UD reserves the right to rebook it without warning or update. So, once again, UD is fucking up something I'm trying to do. I don't know why I would have expected otherwise. I went to UD. I should be ready for this shit. Ugh.

Anyway, the good news is that I will have an updated schedule for Wednesday on Wednesday, so even if they've rebooked, at least I'll know where to go when. The other good news is that the instructor was quite enthused about having a new student, which I usually take as a good sign. Capoeira is no longer a dot on a distant horizon... it's just of the bow of the good ship me.

Thought... Thought... Fail.

Thought one: I watch too much Burn Notice.

Case and point: Some guys are doing some work on our emergency generators at work. In so doing they have left behind some barrels of diesel fuel. Normal. Unless you watch too much Burn Notice. I found myself cautiously checking out the barrels today, looking for detonators, exposed wires, and then got into an argument with myself about how big the blast would be and if where I sat was likely to be destroyed. Yes, it was. I then remembered that diesel fuel, on its own, wasn't a good explosive base, so I almost went inside and started Goggling what would make diesel into a more effective explosive. It was at that point that I remembered, that looking up explosives at work was, how you say, BAD. I thought better of it and got back to work.

Thought two: I watch too much Supernatural.

I have been hearing things. Seeing things. I keep thinking I'm seeing things moving out of the corner of my eye at my desk, in the sewers outside, hiding in the woods. I hear weird creaks in my house and my scary room actually scares me till I remember that, oh yeay, IT'S A FREAKING TV SHOW! Then I calm down.

And Fail.

Tried to go to my first Capoeria class this evening. I made it all the way from work to Newark in under an hour, found the classroom and it's full of yoga people. So I checked with the people and the class started two hours later than I expected. Dammit. On the plus side, it's easy to email them and double check when the damn classes are. Try again next week I will.

Good things

Sometimes I feel like my life is a cavalcade of screw ups and bad things. Sure some things go well, but there's always a steady stream of things going on that make me unhappy, or at least try my patience a little. Well, this weekend I finally got something done that not only has nothing but positive implications, but lead to other even more positive things! Let's start with the big news, pun intended.

My old TV is gone, and I didn't have to touch the fucker! A friend who initially wasn't going to take the TV, changed his mind, found a new entertainment center, and took that bastard out of my house! No fingers were lost in the process of it getting to where it was going. Now my friend has a TV that does all the colors rather than just green and occasionally blue. Good for them.

With that thing gone, I started to re-org my house by putting my new TV on the entertainment center. Realizing I had some more to do, I ended up cleaning, dusting, re-wiring, throwing out a bunch of stuff that I realized was useless, and playing with my new TV. Now I have everything attached to that TV, including my PC! Videos on YouTube are somehow cooler when they're a couple feet wide. And, with my PC moved, I now have a much more open downstairs once again. This makes me happy.

There's still things wrong in my house, stuff I'm not sure what to do with or how to deal with, but for the moment my success in finally getting my living room in order is all that really matters. And my new TV rules. :)

Holeee shit it's windy out there.

I took a walk this morning, sans jacket, assuming it would be a bit windy but warm, what with the temperature being above 50 degrees. Well, I was sorta right. When the sun was up and I was walking at a good pace, I got somewhat warm. It was definitely chilly doing Taiji, but I made it.

This afternoon I was wise enough to bring my jacket. Holy shit was that a good idea. The so-called temperature was still in the fifties, but with the wind that was literally strong enough to keep me from moving forward at time, there was definitely a good wind chill.

Not that it wasn't fun. Call me a child, but I think it's hilarious to go walking in strong winds and think about jumping to see how far the wind would push me. Nearly getting blown over makes me giggle for some reason.

What I did over the pat two days...

I counted 12,919 methods. By hand. No more maths. Brain hurty.

An entertaining meeting.

Well, part of what I just said is a lie, since the meeting I'm talking about actually made me consider suicide no more than twenty minutes into the meeting, and then went on for another two hours, but as I had to amuse myself somehow I came up with some entertaining things worth mentioning about the meeting. At least I found them amusing. Who knows what you people who actually read this blog think?

Now, I normally don't use people's real names on my blog, but this guy's name is too classic not to mention. Also, since I'm not mentioning anything else about him, probably won't help you if you decide to try to stalk him. Anyway, the meeting was run by a guy named, and I'm dead serious here, Jason Steele. I almost snorted myself inside out when I noticed his name. Yes, his real name is a god damned porno name. Given his facial hair, I did have to wonder if he didn't do some porn consulting on the side or something. Cool guy, but hilarious name.

The only other thing worth mentioning was the accent situation. Anyone who knows me knows that I occasionally bust out with an accent, be it good or awful, and find accents interesting. Well, in this meeting I had an issue: there were so many accents to try to understand all at the same time, that my brain wasn't keeping up. There were no less than three distinct Indian accents, a Manhattan accent, a British accent, a South African accent, and a Russian accent. My brain couldn't process them all at the same time and it was just confusing trying to understand them all.

Anyway that's all that was interesting about the meeting. Now perhaps the contemplation of death makes some sense.

I'm reading a new comic!

Can you tell?

http://buttersafe.com/2009/01/15/last-night/

unclean

The following link leads to what just jumped to the top of my "worst puns ever" list. The second link is just so you can read another terrible, terrible pun.

http://buttersafe.com/2007/12/04/happy-graduation/

http://www.partiallyclips.com/index.php?id=1591

Read 'em an weep.