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I was starting to feel some fear of the impending Houston Marathon (January 17th), so I signed up for this allegedly really hard and hilly half-marathon in Austin this Sunday (Decker Challenge). Uh oh! However, since I've been doing a lot of stair climbing machine over the past few months, I reckon I'll be alright with the hills. I'll get to use my special secret weapons - my calves and quads.
In bad news: the "t" button on my laptop broke (I have to paste it in writing this). A similar incident happened on my old laptop with a few of the buttons. And on the old one I just pulled off the keys to "fix it" where the letter would type when my finger touched the button where it should be. So when the "t" was acting up, I tried a similar technique. No dice.
Luckily, it's under warranty and some goon will come replace my keyboard Friday for free. No questions asked.
I've been drinking this almond milk this week. I have no idea how they got milk from an almond.
And, oh yeah. It was my 1.5 year workiversary today. I still haven't decided what my thoughts and feelings are towards that yet.
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| I had to go to he doctor this morning. My last chore before I go into full vacation mode (flying out to NC on Sunday morning).
So, afterwards, I go to Target to get my prescriptions filled. And since the dude said it would take 15 minutes to fill, I was quite pleased because that meant I could walk around aimlessly for 15 minutes.
Keep in mind. I have a rare gift of being able to entertain myself very easy. I order myself a San Diego Chargers shirt, I'm happy for days.
CASE IN POINT
So, I was walking around Target, and I figured out that whoever it is manufacturing these toys must be some sort of sick pedophile toymaker.
I mean, how can you justify this:
A Wrist Blaster. Disgusting. Yet the kids are none the wiser.
I'm sure that overly kinky shot wasn't necessary.
Obviously the photographer was a budding sex offender
But, it was weird, because along with the toys for kids, they had some toys for adults mixed in.
If you're still shopping for me, I would greatly much like a sock monkey.
As I perused the store some more, I noticed different issues elsewhere.
This leather jacket you're supposed to put on a dog. I hope this was just a sting operation.
Maybe the Animal Protective Services will be waiting to pounce on whoever would buy this for their dog.
Sick people out there. Everywhere.
But, as for me, I'm going away into the wilderness for a week. Thanksgiving is a special time.
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So I Got That Going For Me, Which Is Nice
I've been buying lots of stuff lately. I mainly blame the folks over at woot.com. And the fact that I can't turn down any "VIP" e-mails I get offering me 20% off.
Whatever. It helps add spikes to my happiness slope.
The Optician chick helped me pick out some new glasses the other day. She brought over lots of frames while I sat there with my eyes dilated. Then we picked out some frames. Some Armani ones no less. I think I look awesome in them though, so why not.
And I deserve it, because I was accepted into www.beautifulpeople.com after all, where something like millions of the less aesthetically-gifted have been rejected. After finding out Britain was the ugliest country with something like 14% acceptance rate, I had to try. It was risky, considering how fragile my ego is. But, made the cut. Now, knowing I'm vastly superior to the UK's male population, I want to move there even more so I can have free reign over the ladies. Albeit they're statistically not so hot looking either. But I'm not really big into looks. Functionality is the key.
Oh, and I'm going on a weeklong North Carolinian vacation in a few days. Will give me a chance to have fun, get a little blast of the past, and step my running game up in the farmlands. Read some books too hopefully. And ride an airplane, which I still can't get enough of.
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| I've been patiently waiting for my friend(s) to post some Halloween pictures of me in my monkey costume and standing around and jumping on a trampoline and the like. But apparently when you reach your late 20s, putting pictures on facebook loses priority.
But that's okay, because I don't need those friends anymore anyway because I have my new metal/plastic friend. I just realized I haven't named my Motorola Droid yet. Maybe something like "Droid". Yeah, that's catchy.
The life changing effects of the new phone are already tangible, as I can listen to Pandora.com at work and my rage is lessened by 50% or more with this added glee.
Listening to music at work really increases my productivity to the nth power. I don't want to say I have some distracting people in nearby cubes who are loud on speakerphone all the time, so I won't.
I added some new decoration to the old cell cube recently too...
Some people might say something like "Oooh, big mistake. There's no way a toy monkey that can be used as a screaming/flying slingshot can look professional in an office."
But it's times like that I remember what may be one of my favorite quotes ever, from The Fountainhead:
"But you see, I have, let's say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I've chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I'm only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards--and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one."
Truer words, Ayn. Truer words.
In other Droid events, I saw this guy with a Longhorn tattoo on his head:
Good to see Morgan Freeman at the Verizon store too.
The funny thing is, I'm willing to bet my soul that this tool didn't attend UT. And if he did, I know for a fact he didn't graduate. So, I don't know his story. But I do like the guy standing there obviously knowing I'm taking a picture of the guy with the tattooed head.
But, the reason I wasn't scared is that I was actually wearing UT shorts at the time. So I knew the guy with the ink on his dome would like me and not fight me for taking a stealth pic.
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