The underwater hockey tournament was a blast. I'm nowhere near as good as I used to be, but I do still have a knack for collecting injuries. Its good fun. It shows, "I was there." Or, you know, something. Also, we took first place in the B division. Additionally, that is known as 9th out of 16. Not bad, but not spectacular either.

People at my company are now actually expecting me to do useful things like approve designs and field questions from QA. I'm not entirely sure how cool with this I am. Yes, two points for more responsibility. Also yes, minus two thousand points for havinig people talk to me all the time. I hate, hate, hate having people talk to me at work. Even if I need to talk to them. I still hate it. Really, I've got this thing with people in general, I'm usually totally cool being alone. However, this attribute comes out with a vengance at work. So yeah, that kinda annoying guy at the bar? I constantly envision him in flames at work.


Hey, does anyone know if that's a bad sign? The fact that when people piss me off, I envision them in flame. I'm just curious if, you know, I'm a little maladjusted, or if I'm going to be like that guy from Backdraft who wants to, "burn the world." This is actually more of a financial question then a sanity question, because if I'm gonna try to burn the world, I want to invest heavily in fire exstinguishers. That just seems like a solid idea.
- posted by Pat @ 12:09 PM

 
Super work avoidance mode: GGGGOOOOOOO!!!!

This is a covert post. I gotta constantly switch back and forth between the blogger page and some fake spreadsheet. I don't even use spreadsheets. But they look good, right? Well, its that or just do file dumps at a unix terminal and act like they matter.

Underwaterhockey Nationals is this weekend. Its gonna be rocktacular. My main goal for this tournament: no major concussions. I like to set my sights high. The tournament is up in Dekalb at Northern Illinois University, so if anyone lives up there and wants to come watch the games, come on by. It'll be fun.

After that its gonna be San Diego for the weekend of the fourth and hopefully San Francisco the weekend after. Yeup, back on the ole, go to cali routine. It should be fun.

And now, to leave this post up for maybe an hour or two and then delete. Like so many before.
- posted by Pat @ 3:07 PM

 
Life rolls on.

I am, again, in a rut. This town is super boring. And its not that comfortable boring that comes from being very familar with someplace. I'm comfortably bored often in Chicago. As much fun as it is to go to Rhino's, the coffeeshop and the other three places I go to regularly, they aren't interesting or new anymore. They're boring. I know exactly what's gonna happen, and I enjoy it. That's the boring of enjoying someplace for a long time. Its still good, but its like that movie your dumb ass friend can recite all of. "The Princess Bride" is possibly the worst/best example of this. Good movie. Fun to watch. I've seen it thirty thousand times. I don't need to see it again. Or have it quoted at me. Again.

Tucson is more like, oh, say, "Speed". It's kinda interesting at first. Lots of explosions, lots of new, different things. But halfway through it, you're going, "the fuck? Did I hit rewind and not know it?" I feel like that every goddamnedday. The days don't just bleed into each other. They are each other. I am consistently surprised every day when I find out what day of the week it is. Not because I'm working so hard I lose track of time, but more, I have to disengage my brain for so long each day to avoid going crazy I have no real concept of time anymore.

But each day rolls on into the next. Or sometimes through the next and I carry on. I tried to fight this boredom with beer, but that has lost its luster. I'm hoping to fight it now with working out and getting in shape again, but, that just gives me more energy so I believe this plan is also doomed to fail.

The best part of this is that I have plenty of free time to think about where I would rather be and how I can get there. Its pretty rad when you sit and think for a half hour, realize you don't know where you want to go nor do you care. I used to want the life of the drifter. Slipping from one job, one life to the next. I didn't realize how boring this shit is. And while I haven't actually started full on drifting yet, I can see it coming and I've had better ideas in the past about what the future should hold.

Methinks my current life strategy of, "fall backassward and enjoy the ride" may be a large part of the problem here. Stupid life not coming together by being lazy.
- posted by Pat @ 6:47 PM

 
If only there was a daily recommended dose of stupidity. To go along with that, a little number that said, "if you produce this much stupidity, you will get cancer." This is the ideal, and I would actually have gotten cancer, died of it, been resurrected by the cancer and then killed again.

Remeber last week when I got all drunk and told my boss I was a failure and should be fired? Yeah, well, see, the thing about last night is... Right. I gotta stop drinking with that guy.

And yes, he once again pointed out when we were going from sober to drunk. Fuck.

I'd like to say I had done something useful this past week, but really I haven't. I spent all week screwing around with a piece of scheduling software that I'm still screwing with actually. It's good fun. Oh, and I totally failed at calling some girl. Something about, I was drinking, or working or I figured she was in bed becuase it was like 8 pm to me. blech.

Next stop: Chicago
- posted by Pat @ 11:42 AM

 
As I look at my personal finances, I see they are a wreck. Yeah, I can prolly slip an xbox in there and my personal accountant(me) most likely won't know it. you should be expecting it yesterday.

The blessed union of James Overbeck and Heather Snyder:
-I got there 30 minutes late. When I told me mother, she was appalled I had gotten there anything less then 20 minutes early. However, she was totally on the side of the traffic when I told her it took me 1 hour and 45 minutes to make a 20 minute drive.
-Beer between wedding and reception = best idea ever
-Remembering I like to dance, not grind, rove or other such dances of the kids these days, but old school, swing styled/tangoesque dancing is somewhat creepy but good.
-having quite sexy and somewhat inebriated women drap themselves on you is radtacular
-remembering she has a boyfriend = bonerkill
-Having same girl get increasingly hammered, more flirtatious and, well, shit, make it very obvious she wants to do things that would get a man of any religion excommunicated just for thinking of doing those things = typical for the tease that all women are to me
-Finally figuring out who the single women are, finding out they are either a.)drunk and passed out or b.)super hyper and kinda annoying. And kicking me = the suck.

okay, ladies, I understand its "fun" and "cool" to kick me. However, when you do this, excpect me to mock you in a most cruel fashion. For while I don't really mind getting kicked as it doesn't hurt, I do enjoy making other people pissed off. Its a gift I have. So if you give me an option where it is normal and expected for someone to react with anger, please, don't get all injured. You knew it was coming. Bitch.

-Leaving the crapass hotel party at 1.30am after driving in circles because stupid drunk Jeremy, was, well, stupid and drunk and going home = it was rule rocking out with Sinatra then Dismemberment plan. Then I was going to kill people as the Dan Ryan when down to ONE FUCKING EXPRESS LANE instead of four. Good thing it took me an hour and a half to get home.

What I learned this weekend:
-weddings are a magical place to get some ass if you lack morals
-even though I could get from Oak Park to Beverly in 15 minutes in high school, it now takes 1.5 hours
-I hate the teasing bitches.

I have but one hope for this post, that Haji posts over it again so its hidden and relegated to the nothing which is second post for the day.
- posted by Pat @ 3:24 PM

 
Real quick here. A sum-up of what I did last night.

-went to a god awful tiki bar. The drinks actually made one guy say, "I'm an alcoholic, and I won't drink that." Although that wasn't me, that was my drink.
-got hammered with my boss. Nothing quite like that
-while hammered with said boss, repeatedly said how I thought I was a failure on my last project and should be fired
-made hazy comments like, "I had a second point, but I'm too drunk to remember it."
-had boss point out numerous times that we were all, "on the sauce." I should have just left then.
-took a sick day for not waking up until 10am. If I had gotten to work at 8 like I planned, I would have been a.) a mess and b.) drunk.
-got called into work anyway to enter my freaking time. Because that couldn't wait until monday.

so yeah, I'm kicking it live out here in Tucson. Soon I'll be back in chicago for a wedding on saturday. Oh, and I asked for a day off of work for an underwater hockey tournament and my boss actually said to me, "okay, if you don't want to tell me what the real reason is for taking the day off, that's fine."

And yes, it burns so sweet.
- posted by Pat @ 1:00 PM