Resolve

The New Year is upon us. Time for Gregster's New Years Resolutions for 2009:

10. Spend as much time as possible breathing the air of those inflicted with the common cold. Use up some of that damn sick leave while developing immunities!

9. Allow more time in the morning to get to work. Take your time. Don't stress. Shoot at anyone that cuts you off. See, doesn't that make you feel better?

8. Eat less salad, more cheese burgers.

7. Make friends with a mobster or two. You may need them someday.

6. Find a new way to incite political riot online.

5. Start a business in Costa Rica selling American water heaters.

4. Fly to Paris, slap a Frenchman across the mouth (backhanded, please), laugh hysterically and promptly return to the states.

3. Experiment pouring different liquids down the waterless urinals.

2. Convince mailman that the feds are watching his Middle-Eastern ass and he better be careful.

1. Take apart the equipment in the weight room and put it in storage. Spend the next 6 months paying to store it until eventually realizing that I'll never use any of it again and promptly sell all of it.

Resolvingly,
Gregsta'

Nadda Mucho

Spent most of today with the worst Heartburn I've ever experienced. It won't go away. It's nearly 1AM and I'm still suffering. Argh.

Gregsta': Unrested

Stay at Home Geek

I decided to take a few vacation days so I could have some time to work around the house on some projects. I've actually ended up doing just a bunch of chores that needed to get done. What fun, huh?

I need some coffee before I get a headache.

Due to the weather, I've got a nice long weekend ahead of me to work on the house getting it ready to sell. Good thing, too. There's a lot of little crap that needs to get done.

Gregsta': Back at it

Ho Ho Ho

Merry Christmas everyone!

Spent most of the day at Betsy's mom's house. It was very nice. I'm absolutely stuffed. Soo much food.

A really nice announcement was made: My brother in law and his wife are having a baby! Yippie!

We're home now, contemplating a trip to the bar. Vertigo, that is.

Gregsta': Full

Breakin' My Back...

A foot of snow (or more).

Betsy and I dug the car out and managed to get mobile again. Working my ass off from home today was fun. I didn't get a lot done, as I was feeling tired all day and ready to escape the house.

Trying to ride the bus to work yesterday was awful. I estimate between 4-5 hours were spent commuting. Part of that included a (you guessed it) mile long hike through a foot of snow uphill.

I have a new respect for my father, who reportedly did the same thing every day as a kid.

At least I didn't have to fight off ravenous Pterodactyls...

There were a few Reed College students that we're about as frightening, though.

Gregsta': Dug Out

Bacon

I want bacon.

I just watched a Miata skid up the street.

I still want bacon.

Gregsta'

Sugar

It's fricken cold outside. There's 6" of snow on the ground. The wind is blowing.

I can't wait to go to bed.

Hibernation? Yeah, that's my prerogative.

We made the mistake of venturing out this evening into the veritable blizzard. By the time we got back, it took me about an hour to warm back up.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a family get together and a christmas concert. Having doubts that either will happen.

Gregsta': Drifted into the Snow

Rut

I'm in a rut. I don't post to the blog much anymore, it's crazy.

The only thing I'm amped up about - The Weather. The a$$holes at the news stations make the weather out to be some sort of crisis. I have news for you: It's not, start reporting on something worthwhile. I want to reach out and strangle the producers of all the news programs in this town. Perhaps I'll line them up, one by one and play Russian roulette with some rock salt rounds.

Gregsta' -

Anxiety

Nothing worse than holiday anxiety.

For me, this year it's not presents and family get togethers. Heck, the latter (with two exceptions) is an excuse to drink copious amounts of wine. No, what's getting me this year is something far more grueling and far more wicked than the holidays could ever be...

Buying and Selling a house.

Oh, the torture! Oh, the pain! Will the bank give us this, will the seller do that? Will we sell ours quickly or will it turn to mush on the market for months!? AHHHH!!!!

Perhaps the worst part of this - the prospect of moving in January or February. I'm not going to think about it.

Gregsta': Looking for some Xanax...

Noing

It's really nice outside right now. It's snowing, sticking and accumulating. We're looking at perhaps an inch of accumulation of the white stuff right now. I'm going to go out in a bit and see how the Camry's traction control does in this stuff. Maybe.

On the other hand, it's Sunday and I'm tired. Betsy is fighting off food poisoning from last night's crabcakes at McCormick and Schmicks.

Gregsta'

Time = Good

What a great weekend!

The Company party, staying @ the Nines, Brunch @ the Duffy's and of course, the Sunday nap. Now, it's time to have coffee and get this week started. I'm about to fall asleep on the ol' keyboard.

Gregsta'

No Time is Left for Work

There was this PC game we used to play back in the early 90's called "Keeping up with the Jonses" that was a strange Life-meets-Sims type of video game. If you tried to do too much in one day, it would kindly alert you (via your SoundBlaster 16 sound card) that "No time is left to [blank]" - be it go to school, work, play.

I wish I could find that game again. It didn't teach me anything, except how to run CDROM games back when CDROM's we're often large external drives that were expensive and slow.

Back to it. Work it.

Gregsta'

Free Booze

So I'm at the bar last night and one of the Beer reps brings his laptop in and asked a few of us in-the-know to see if we could resolve some of his issues. My buddy did most of the work, and I gave some pointers and fixed a few minor things and before you know it, it was a good solid machine again.

The rep paid our drink tab and tipped the bartender generously on our behalf.

My buddy and I agreed that we need to do that more.

Free drinks are always an acceptable form of payment for small jobs.

Gregsta'

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Wheeeee!

Bets' and I bought a Wii. Yep. We've given into the idea that video games can be a fun workout, too.
It's really cool on our projector screen. You get vertigo when playing tennis if you stand too close.

It's a little creepy that it has Wifi and was able to pickup my access point and is presently downloading an update to it's firmware. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Gregsta'

Sleep? Fun? Ha!

I'm looking at a study schedule for the next two weeks. It's not pretty.

Then again, neither am I.

I will be giving up all forms of entertainment and sleep to prepare myself for what might be the least useful test I'll ever take. Okay, if I pass it, I'll be promoted. But then what? Will I be able to apply any of this newly memorized trivia? Unlikely.

This is the kind of carrot-on-a-stick game I speak out against. It's easy to speak out against something not being dangled in front of you. As soon as it does, though, BAM! You are entranced like everyone else.

That might explain why people are still addicted to drugs, even with all the info out there.

Consequently,
Gregsta'

Separation of Gregsta' and State

I wrote a very serious reply to someone on a tech website and signed the post Gregsta'. How professional is that?

See my blunder, here.

Gregsta': Professional Grade

Already?

It's Monday again? What just happened.

I had something really witty to write about, and I forgot. The beauty of a blog is that there's no editor standing by to say "Hey, you can't publish that you forgot something really witty you we're going to write about!"

Neener, neener, neener. I can use "neener" in a sentence. Heck, I can use it three times in a sentence. More, if I choose to.

What's the point? There is no point. That, my friends, is the beauty of online publishing.

Gregster': Pointless.