Stored

I discovered the e.Moreland Market & Kitchen today. I fucking love it. Small. Well stocked. Not over-priced. Walking distance. Not overrun with Tweakers (such as Safeway and Fred Meyers). What more could you ask for? Espresso? Yep. Hot food? Any time! Fresh produce? Farmers market fresh, baby! I love this place. I want to buy the house next door and raise my children so that they'll never shop anywhere else.

Just finishing up the bottle of wine purchased for dinner. Yum.

Wedding invitations are heading out the door tomorrow.

Gregsta': Living La Vida Almond Roca

Bueno

I've decided to work from home this morning. I need a break from the office.

Vertigo last night. Lots of fun as always. Not the reason I'm working from home this morning.

I'm on a big soap box at the moment about the rules of the road. The arrogant drivers and bikers of this city are making a scene that's getting some unfortunate media attention. There are a number of impatient, inconsiderate and downright rude assholes out there - bike and car alike. I'm getting sick and tired of watching bikes blow through stop signs and red lights and passing unsafely on the right. I'm getting tired of watching drives run bikers off the road and cutting them off like they don't belong there.

This pathetic attempt at a solution called the "Bike Box" is just that - a pathetic attempt. Not even the most daring biker will use it. I call it the Target Box. It's a place where bicyclists can put themselves in the line of fire of pissed off drivers. I'm waiting until some unsuspecting cyclist gets run down in one of those things by asshole driver who didn't want to wait. That'll be all over the news like a polyester tie.

The bottom line is that there are rules of the road. I don't give a damn if you're not capable of interpreting them, you're still bound to them. The rules of the road are there for a reason - to keep everyone safe. Cyclists have long had common sense and self-preservation keeping them safe, but the current breed of moron bicyclists has forgotten that. Drivers who have had their license for a coons age have forgotten the basic rules of the road and aren't universally adept to looking for bikes and pedestrians for that matter. Time for everyone to grow up and start acting like civilized human beings and not assholes.

I'll stay on my soap box a little bit longer, thank you.

Gregsta'

Back

Vegas was fun. Portland is better.

How I love to be home.

Work=Crazy
Wedding Planning=Crazy
Cats=Driving me Crazy
Betsy=Started Externship Today

Gregsta=Out

New Features

Confession: I long for the days when things were simple - when our lives weren't overrun with Email, Blogs, RSS Feeds, Text Messaging, Instant Messaging and, well, the Internet in general. I know I'm a computer person, but I never wanted this.

I do appreciate the freedom to overexpose any subject I want without spending an assload of money. I suppose it's only time before people get tired of the hyper nature of their lives and return to something more reasonable. A failing economy will surely help with that.

Betsy and I have decided that in the next year or so (or whenever we can reasonably afford it), we're moving to the West Side of town. We're seeking a quieter, more spread out neighborhood. Can't get that in Portland without breaking the bank entirely.

Family reunion and my brother Warren's birthday today. I say family reunion, as I haven't actually seen anyone in my family in nearly a month. It's terrible. I better get gifts for everyone.

Gregsta'

Creepy Parasites

Man, oh man. What a day! I feel like I worked 12 hours, took a 2 hour lunch and slept for 16 hours.

Hmm. Doesn't add up, does it?

In any case, I'm now sitting in front of the home anti-relaxation machine, model #Lenovo T61. I should be downstairs, watching some DVR on the huge ass 102" projection screen. Am I? Nope. I'm writing this blog instead. Why? Because I am le douche.

Thursday I'm taking off from the office so I can spend some quality time with my family. It's been nearly a month since I visited the folks. Am I a terrible son? Yes, yes I am.

Betsy is working on transforming some rather ordinary shopping bags into works of art just behind me.

That's about it.

Gregsta': To the DVR!

Vegas

Bets' and I are going to Vegas over the weekend.

That is all.

Gregsta': Ready for a Vaca'

Brut Farce

Sometimes life hands you lemons. Sometimes life hands you a cold beer.

I prefer the latter.

Hanging out down at Vertigo having a beer before heading home to make dinner. The damn Goodwill wouldn't take my broken lamp table. I must now locate a new dumpster to toss it in. Pisser.

Gregsta'

Dwink uhp

Finally got out last night for a good eve' at the pub with the friends. Good times!

Today is shaping up to be a "Me" day. That is, Bets' will be studying and I'm free to do what I want. Hmm...

Gregsta': Sunday Edition

Some people

From the and people wonder why I hate white trash department...

We've staked out near a couple that put blankets down over enough room for a dozen people to sit. Now theyre smoking downwind from us. They look like theyve been on a coke bender for days. People like that make me sick.

Can't get enough of druggie Portland.

Gregsta: Festing

bluesfest 2008

betsy and i are down on the portland waterfront enjoying the blues fest today. good times!

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Went out sushi and drinking with Bets', her sister and sister's boyfriend. Good times. The boyfriend (who's a blue collar hard working guy) hadn't ever eaten sushi before, so it was interesting showing him the ropes. I think we snagged ourselves another sushi fiend.

We'll have him Metro'd out before you know it. Next stop: Indian Food.

Strange to think that it's Friday. I feel like I'm cheating my company out of hard earned productivity.

Gregsta: Bluesfest Bound

I am CCR

Constant Change and Relearning. It's what I do for a living. It drives most people I know absolutely nuts. The thought of relearning all the underlying principals of your career on a 6-12 month basis is likely the reason there is a crisis in the tech world today of not enough workers. Who would willingly step into that hell? A very strange group of people that isn't all too common in these parts of the world.

My boss made the comment to me the other day that I "know too much" in reference to Video Conferencing. Strange, I feel like I know so little. In any case, that's the point. Not knowing significant number of details and operating realities of just about any technological subject is guaranteed career suicide and/or corporate financial loss (which eventually leads to career suicide if unchecked).

Sure, it means that I adopt newer technologies a lot slower than the some hypergeeks. That's okay. Hypergeeks are among a breed that is about to 'jump the shark' and I just assume not be too associated with it.

Crystal Ball: Off
Gregsta'

Yawn

All I can think of is sleeping. Going to bed. Will post something interesting eventually.

Gregsta'

More Catchy's!

I've got one liners and two liners I use on a regular basis. You, too can be like Gregster - full of wit, humor and awkward moments. Try these responses on your friends when they ask the following questions:

Have you seen [insert famous hot chick name] lately?
Not really. She won't talk to me anymore after that whole stalking incident.

You look tired.
I'm not tired. Strung out, perhaps.

When was the last time you went to the doctor?
Yesterday. It was awful. Doc says I have something called Sars. Ever heard of it?

Why the long face?
My short one is in the shop.

Any chance I can have you stop by my place and fix my computer?
Only if you stop by my place and pull weeds, mow the lawn, prune the shrubs and clean out the gutters.

How do you tell your twin cats apart?
One screams louder than the other when kicked.

Is it really necessary to have two robot vacuum cleaners?
Not really, but it's fun to watch them bump into each other.

Do you want another drink?
Seeing as how I'm an alcoholic and the glass in front of me is empty, I suspect the answer will be yes. I'll check with my people and have them get in touch with your people.

How come you don't go to church on Sunday?
For the same reasons I don't go to lectures on the existence of Extraterrestrial beings.


Gregsta