You all must think by now that I look at complaining as some sort of regional past time that I partake in for pleasure. After all, the vast majority of drivel I regularly spew onto this site is nothing more than a complaint-a-thon.

Let’s be honest and frank for a moment. I hate complaining. Pick yourself back up off the floor. I know it’s hard to fathom. If given the choice between ranting about street kids vs. droning on about something positive and moderately cheery – I would choose the latter.

You see, there isn’t much material that makes me happy short of the things I’ve already blown sunshine all over this website about. Life is good for me. Trouble is, happiness doesn’t equal traffic. Self-deprecating content does. I’m at that point where I seriously consider making shit up just to sound interesting.

But that takes effort and a lack of self-respect. I’m not capable of the prior.

When I started the Domino Effect website many moons ago, I thought it would be a terrific outlet for all things Gregster. 24/7 me. Me. Me. Me. For all I knew, I could have been the next Randy Constan or Mark Gormley, though a lot less gay and creepy (respectively).

Instead, I’ve allowed it to become a dumping ground of mediocrity.

What, pray tell, will I dump here next? Some not-so-random comment about the day of the week? Perhaps another blip about the shitty or wonderful weather? What about some insight into things I hate about people downtown?

It’s all been done. By me. Countless times. BORING.

I’m not here to proclaim the end of a mild mannered website bearing little content or relevance. Nope. It’s not going to change any time soon. In fact, I suspect that over time, this here site is going to be even more neglected than the average child of a Walmart shopper.

In fact, I think the point of this post in it’s entirety was to complain about my excessive complaining to myself and what little of an audience I’ve suckered into reading this crap.

A new, self-deprecating low. If that’s not Irony, then Alanis Morrisette is a genius.

Or is it the other way around.

Fuck.

Gregsta’

Thanksgiving is coming. I’m stoked, quite frankly. An opportunity to not go to work, get paid for it and eat way too much food. Every week should have a day like that.

Gregsta’

How can I describe to you the awesomeness of drinking wine last night? We’ll start from the beginning.

3:30 rolled around and it was time for wine tasting at the office. Now, before you start thinking that this is what we do at my office all the time, let me just say that it’s not. We are in fact a committee of people who are concerned with the quality of wine being served at our scaled-down holiday party this year.

Wine tasting normally would involve the disgusting practice of spitting out the wine. HA! Not at my office. Nope. The committee grabbed coffee mugs, water glasses – whatever they could find. It started out as a organized effort and degraded into, well, something that resembled a drunken free-for-all.

After the 9 bottles were downed and 6:00 rolled around, everyone started to disband.

Nearly 3 hours of office-approved drinking on the job.

That evening I had exactly zero complaints about my job.

Gregsta’

Not much to report. The cat is still alive, despite it’s attempts to dive under my feet. The Christmas decorations are starting to move forward from the back of the coat closet. The house is immaculately clean as always. We’re watching more OPB. I am whomping up some strategies for going back to school and future business endeavors. New recipes are being developed almost daily. That’s all, folks!

Greg

I’m sitting down in the family room on my little gutless wonder (Asus Eee PC). It’s small and capable (mostly) of running what I need for most days. Firefox, Evernote, etc. I don’t really require all the much from a computer most of the time. The exception, of course, is when I’m recording or editing video or music. That will start again soon enough.

We met up with some friends this evening after a nice dinner at VQ. The entertainment was some live music. I remember the days when I would go out for live music almost every night of the week. How times have changed. This may have been the first time I’ve been out to see bands in a year or more.

I’m tired. Time for bed.

Goodnight
Gregsta’

It’s funny how much I can clear my mind when I’m not answering questions every 5 minutes.

I’m starting to get motivated again to focus some energy towards projects that I’ve had on the table for some time. The home office is finally workable and the day-job is, well, stable as can be expected.

Did you know that today is National Pet Your Pet Brick Day?

Gregsta’: To the Brick Store…

A thought came across my mind this morning.

Technology has been for years been marketed to small business as a business tool. Never has it been marketed as a robust, reliable and cost effective means to improve business. You are in fact the beta testers for software, hardware and processes as determined by the technology industry. There is a false sense of necessity for using technology as a management platform for our businesses. It has done nothing but contribute to the hyper-active mediocre business practices of today and the lining of the pockets of technology mega-corporation bank accounts.

Gregster

I love waking up without the alarm. Bets has a new schedule at work, so we have a few days a week where yours truly doesn’t have to be up at the butt-crack of dawn any more. How sweet is that?

The home office is nearly comlete. I still have a lot of mess to go through. About a years worth of filing and sorting still lurks. I can’t wait to get it done. It will free me to do other things with my time. Like, finish projects I’ve offered to start.

Gregsta’: On to the day job…

Here we are again. It’s Saturday morning. Most people (myself included) would have slept in on the one day that the alarm doesn’t roust you out of bed. Not today for me. Apparently I am rested enough to be up and alert and running numbers and doing research.

Damn my blind ambition.

In other news, this has been a strange week in news. Shootings at military bases and office complexes? The world is going mad. It had to happen eventually, right?

Gregsta’

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