Me & The Girl recently went to see this film. I… Have… No… Idea what the title is trying to convey. For some reason, I seem to be very slow at getting these types of things. Like, real slow at getting these types of things.

I liked the movie. It’s dark, and it’s depressing in a sense. But it’s ultra-realistic, and even though the idea of the movie isn’t necessarily set against the backdrop of war, there’s plenty of violence. Hell, even if you are against the premise of the movie, I think everyone should see it so that they can get a feel for how raw and undignified war and violence really are. Bullets care not who you are, they are completely indifferent at every step, in every direction. Basically, imagine someone you know and put their face on these bodies, then see how you feel about a War in Iraq. That does not benefit or safeguard you.

I have ideas about what really transpired. It’s too long and detailed to put here, plus I don’t want to have to put *spoiler alert* and ruin peoples experience. Go see it for yourself, then we can talk about the meaning of the movie. Maybe you can enlighten me. meh.



I’m Filthy
So it’s been what, a month with the Dyson? And I’ve cleaned and I’ve cleaned and I’ve cleaned, and every time I do, I pick up so much filth off the floor it amazes me. Not long ago, I I decided that after I had gone a pass over the carpet and picked up the “typical” amount, I would lather rinse and REPEAT the process, and see how much of what was in the “Typical” container-full was old, as in still there from our Kirby Days.

And I got almost nothin’. Meaning that this filth I have been pulling up weekly is now what we’re actually putting in the floor ourselves. Gross. I have no idea where this stuff comes from. My guess is the windows. And So Cal. This place is gross and I can’t wait to leave.

Spring can’t come soon enough.



Size DOES Matter
So if you pay attention, you’ll notice that the last couple of blogs have had a smaller type print. Why? Because, as I was reading through some of my old blogs, I noticed that the content was being unfairly condensed. Huh? Well, I was keeping some important sentences out, because the posts were looking long. But in reading them, I realized they really weren’t. And I figured that it had a lot to do with the size of the text I had chosen: 14pt. So now we’re moving right along with 12pt.

Oh, and I have a 9” rooster.

C’mon, you knew I couldn’t let that one go without some sly comment, right? Right?

Peace.

So I managed to get through almost the whole sick season without actually getting sick. I say almost, because as I type this, I am sick. Not sure if I eve have the strength right now to make faces at you through the computer screen.



Not Enough Funny
I wanted to sit down this afternoon and watch a funny, light-hearted movie while I ate my caramel popcorn (scrumptious!). I perused my library, and eventually landed on Naked Gun 33 ⅓ . Not because it’s the funniest thing I have, but because all my few other funny movies I’ve watched recently. And I got to thinking, Why aren’t there MORE funny movies? I love funny movies. But, they do have to actually be funny, not just tell me they are funny.

Which may explain why there are so few: it’s dang hard to actually get it right, I guess. Also, I don’t own the latest funny movie because I refuse, REFUSE, I TELL YOU, to buy another movie on DVD. I’ve stuck my heels in on this; no more movie purchases except in the next-gen hi-def format. Whichever that may turn out to be, whenever that is…



Investigative Reading
I spent some time yesterday and this morning reading…. My own blogs. I wanted to see if I had a particular style that carried throughout, or if I waned from style to style depending on my mood. Verdict? Both. I do tend to keep about the same pace throughout, and I most definitely cuss WAY WAY too much. But the jokes and comedy style change.

I’m a moody bitch, what can I say, muthafucka?



Follow the Yellow Brick 101
I’m moving. Up north. Yes, we all know this by now. And the time has about come for me to actually APPLY to some places. I was hoping this would all transpire much more smoothly than I now fear it will; I wanted to gradually transition from here to there, but I now think that I’m going to have to take a FEW trips up for interviews, unpaid, and take what I can get. And probably leave my current job before I had planned. We’ll see, but that is my changing landscape, I think.

Oh, and me & The Girl came to the decision that we are NOT going to go blabbing about how nice it is up where we’re going. We don’t want a whole bunch of tag-alongs, you know? It’s perfect the way it is, no need to go dragging So Cal problems to Nor Cal, the way we see it.

So from here on out? It’s cold up there! COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD! And Rainy! And wet! And, um, Wild boars! Lots of wild boars! Be careful up here; it’s a jungle!

Peace.

For the last handful of years, I have been rooting for the Indianapolis Colts to reach and conquer the Super Bowl. Yeah, I’m technically (well, at least loosely) a San Fran Fan, but… Well, they suck, and they don’t deserve to win. Manning and the Colts, however, do. Which is why I have been pulling for them. They have been playing a great brand of fast-moving, high-powered football rather effectively the last few years. Yes, they’ve been plagued by the Playoff Choke®, but if they could only overcome that, I thought… And this year, they did. It just so happens that it coincided with their worst offensive year in the last 3, too. Go figure.

And what an exciting game to watch, to. Go freakin’ Colts! I mean, they were down 21-3. 21-3, y’all. And they came back to win it! They didn’t have ONE LEAD the WHOLE GAME, until exactly 59 minutes into the fray. I don’t hate the Pats, but MAN did I almost hate them for the last couple of years. Sweet revenge then, watching them lose to the Colts in the AFC Championship.



We’re Interested in your Resumé
So last week I posted my resumé to both monster.com and careerbuilder.com. I have gotten a number of hits, a few handfuls of emails, and even a phone call or two. Nice. Except for one damn thing. All of the emails and calls have this or something like this in them: “...in the Inland Empire Area.” Not so nice.

For those that don’t know, the Inland Empire (IE) is my So Cal area. Which by and large sucks large circular objects often found on donkeys. What makes this very irritating is that I have put on both sites in my preferences that my target locale is Eureka, CA, not this place. I guess to some extent I’m happy that I have gotten some interest, I just wish it was from people in the right area.

Monster.com seems to have more job listings in that area, so I’ll probably concentrate on that website more so than careerbuilder. But both will be maintained.



...Your Resumé that looks kinda Crappy
What I found depressing about both sites was the formats for uploaded resumés. Microsuck Word 97 or later. What? No pdf support? Are you freaking joking? And believe me, both do a wonderful job of farcing up my formatting, AFTER Word had done the same. See, I did it in Pages because even though that program is not as polished as Word, it is typically a LOT easier to get done the things I need to accomplish. In fact, this blog is typed in Pages, then copied to the blog.

So I had to convert it to Word. Which is a bit like asking a monkey with no arms high on crack, locked in a padded room with only a toothbrush and bananas, to paint the Mona Lisa. In under an hour. And, those are about the results I both got and expected. So then I had to re-work the formatting to get the desired result; a real P.I.T.A. That reminded me of exactly WHY it was I hate using M$ Word to do anything but type a sentence or two.

After spending some time cleaning up monkey feces, I aimed to load this thing to the sites. And I did. And it sucked. I mean, why is it that I have to use Word, again? You see, they STRIP the formatting anyways. So you get text. Plain…. Text. So I did all that work so that I could REFORMAT it again, so that it would look semi-presentable in text-only. To their (slight) credit, monster does do a better job with it than careerbuilder, which is to say that they sucked slightly less.

So the whole Microsuck Word thing was basically to piss people off. Because they could have just supported pdf and the formatting would be left alone, and the text could still be searchable or whatever. Maybe I should apply for CEO of these sites. Sheesh.



Peace.
I really couldn’t come up with a proper ending here. And it was already getting long. So this is it.

Peace.

Around. Calm down, man! Get ahold of yourself! It’s only a blog!



But Why’ve you been gone?
Turns out, the weeks following the holidays are almost – if not more – hectic than the weeks leading up to and including the holidays. Geez, just this Monday me and The Girl finally got around to returning some schtuff to Crate ampersand Barrel for exchange for some other schtuff we got for X-mas. It’s good schtuff, though!

Aside from the usual hectisity (I just made that up) of trying to get back on schedule, we’ve also been trying to help some family of The Girl get situated in a new living arrangement. Sounds easy enough, but let me say no more than it required the Police, and hopefully you’ll understand that it’s more than just “here, borrow the truck.” Which we might not do in any case. Hey, it’s not me! She’s the one that’s all territorial over the damn Tundra!

Of course, there’s also the fact that I’ve just been lazy. Yes, I know, hard to believe. Wanna know how bad it has been? I was at the gym, lifting large solid objects, thinking “I don’t want to do this right now.” Couldn’t get into it even though I was already there. Which I guess is why LA Fitness has a Juice Bar; for those of us who want to look hip, but without all the sweat and stuff.



Turn your head and cough
Had my checkup at the doctor’s yesterday. Nothing special, and I look healthy enough that it usually turns in to a series of easy questions and then a “you’re all set!” (are your shoes on the right feet? Is your zipper facing the front?) While there, though, I asked for the results of some routine blood tests that I had submitted last July.

Turns out I’m pretty healthy. Doctor said I was hung like a horse or something like that. Cholesterol checked out, blood pressure checked out, and everything else that I couldn’t understand apparently checked out. Except for one thing that he said that I looked at him like a confused puppy, I’m sure.

Bilirubins. Yeah, that’s about the look I had on my face, too. Bilirubins. What are those? They’re things that are left over when your old red blood cells get nixed by your body. Mine are a little high. Not terribly high, but above normal. This led to a discussion of Gilberts Syndrome, which can cause one’s eyes and skin to appear yellowish. If you said Jaundice, give yourself a pat on the back! Then leave.

While I was concerned that maybe I have the early signs of some incurable condition that will leave me silly-looking forever, he asked if any of my ancestry stems from the Mediterranean, because those peeps tend to have slightly higher-than-normal amounts of bilirubins (there’s that face again!). The answer, of course, is yes, I’m at least quarter Italian. So you’s better make shore my bilirubins stay right where they ahre, or you’s might be sorry, capiche?

He gave me some interesting reading material on the subject though. So I now know the basics, like how you only have Gilberts when you have a copy of the right gene from BOTH parents, but not always then. If you have one copy, then you probably will have higher-than-normal counts of bilirubins. And some doctors feel that it can be of benefit to have higher-than-normal counts, with those same people typically exhibiting less chance of experiencing harmful cancers and such. There’s hypothesis that they also help in other ways, like with cardiovascular-type stuff, probably do to their antioxidant properties.

So anyways, like I was saying, I’m totally hung like a horse. *cough*



Job Search Begun
As you may know, I’m planning to move up north. Well, the moment is fast approaching, and I’m trying to get started on the job hunt. Last night, I put some finishing touches on a quickie resumé and got it semi-posted on monster.com. I haven’t gotten anything back on it yet, though. Well, anything meaningful, I guess I should say. I received an email or two saying I appear to be a prime candidate, and to sign up at some other “e-cruiting” website that specializes in this or that! It’s FREE!

Man. Finding the right job seemed like it might be easy when I was planning all this. The first day or two have me thinking it may be harsh. Time will tell, I guess. Wish me luck, huh?

Peace.

So the Holidays have finally passed. Thank goodness, too, because I’m so sore today from my yesterday workout that I’m scared to ever go back. Yeah, really.

OK, not really. But I am really sore. So today it’s all about getting back into the groove slowly. By not going to the gym. I know, it seems counterintuitive. And it is! I’m just really sore :-(
I’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon enough, though. The matter is further complicated, however, by the fact that I’m changing my routine. Yep, where for the last two months I’ve been working my arms twice to three times a week and watching them stay the same size, now I”m going to work out my shoulders twice to three times weekly and watch as they mysteriously stay the same size, as well.

It’s my curse.



Upside to being small and skinny
I have doubled my wardrobe by getting engaged. To a woman. OK OK, kidding. But I am still smaller than I wish to be.



Late Christmas Present
Most of you won’t be concerned, but Crucial is having a 15%-off sale on their memory! So what? So now I can finally load my laptop with all the memory that it can hold – a real treat and also a long-held dream of mine (sniff, sniff, I’d like to thank everyone that helped me get here!).

Me and The Girl did really well over the month of December financially, so I’m going to take the plunge, methinks. Part of the fair financials is due to the fact that we each got paid 3 times that month. No, really.

If you get paid biweekly, twice a year you have a month where you get 3 paychecks. Really. Check it out yourself, it’s not a lie!

Still though, we did do pretty well regardless. We did christmas and also managed to purchase that fancy Dyson I’ve been talking about, too.

Hey baby? Don’t worry, just look at it this way: I”m not spending money on Memory, I’m saving money on not buying a new computer!



Exlax on the way to my Door NOW!
So I’ve been irregular at best on here, I know. But deal with it, ‘K? I mean, hell, it’s been the Holidays! I’ve been busy with family members that drive me nuts and strangers that drive me nuts-er. Hey, I didn’t start the Dumb Southerner of the Day awards for nothin’, you know. It’s not just an award, it’s real, y’all.

Safe to say you’ll never see me looking North from the Mason-Dixon line, huh? Probably.

Peace.

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