This is my two hundred sixth entry.
Boss is not here again today. This happens a lot. Maybe I'll try to catch up on some of the filing stuff. Bah. Anyway, make sure to check out yesterday's Hutch University. I was successful in my conversion of that OJ bit into an actual comic. Because I rock. For other events of the evening, read below.
Triangle stuff went well. People joking made the suggestion that I should do the fax machine or printer for the Staffer Spotlight. I think this idea has much merit. Hutch University was put together. THe last line seemed to garner some rather positive responses. Which, ultimately, was the goal. The humor wasn't really in the OJ joke, as that was totally lame, but in the recognition that the joke was lame. Complexities inside simplicities, my friends. A burrito wrapped in an enigma. Or something like that. Didn't get around to doing SMRZNP because I installed the new version of Photoshop and did some other computer related things.
In TV news, The Fall Finale of Prison Break was pretty freaking sweet. They left things on a total cliff hanger. New episodes start back up in March. Gah! That's like, 3-4 months away, depending on when in March it begins again. On the plus side, they had some trailers for the new season of 24, and it looks to be just as kickass as it always is, with perhaps a bit more of badassedness thrown in for good measure. Also watched was last week's episode of Lost. Great stuff. Ana Lucia is a total bitch. Echo is awesome. Rose and Bernard, awwwwwwww. We've got a new episode this week, but then all of December is repeats. Nothing new until 2006! Boo! Hiss! Ah well, no worries.
Went to Jenn's and watched Boondocks. Grandad got beat up by, and then killed, a blind man. Nigga moments. Pure fantastitudeness. I had been having brain stabbies (i.e. had a headache) all day, so I went to sleep after that. Other stuff, that I don't really want to write about. But on the other hand, it would be possibly beneficial to get my thoughts written out. Decisions, decisions. Eh, fuck it. If things don't come out properly, they can be explained later.
Ok, so Jenn doesn't like drinking. No, scratch that. She pretty much hates it quite a bit. She has good reasons for this, and I respect that. She doesn't drink, and I won't try and make her. I've jokingly done so in the past, but I won't even do that anymore. When it comes to me, however, I have been known to partake in a drink or two in my time. I enjoy knocking back a few beers during sporting events. I like playing flip cup and pong at parties with my friends. Yes, I like to drink, but for all my jibes claiming to be one, I am a far, far cry from being an alcoholic. Except for the few times when I have, usually inadvertently, gotten completely and utterly trashed, (which hasn't happened since the beginning of the summer) I remain fairly well composed while I am drinking. It's not like I turn into some hulking brute once alcohol passes my lips. So I can't understand why she has such a problem when I drink, or am around people that are drinking. Jenn feels that she can't trust me, that I'm going to do something stupid while drunk, like cheat on her, despite all my reassurances that such a thing would never happen. Partly because of my track record, for not once have I drunkenly gotten some action at a party, but mostly because I truly love her, and even while drunk I would never even consider the thought of cheating on her. Stopping drinking altogether would make her happy, but I don't feel that I should have to stop doing something that I enjoy. So I'm honestly not sure what to do.
The other thing is sex. Now, don't get me wrong, I love having sex, and it is always incredibly hot with Jenn. I have no complaints about that. The fact that we do it almost every night is completely fine with me as well. Last night, however, was not one of those nights, due to the aforementioned headhache. And Jenn got mad at me. And again, I just can't understand why. We'd had sex each of the six previous nights. Is one night off such a bad thing? It's not like it was for anything she had done. Movement caused brain stabbies. Ibuprofen hadn't really helped either. I just needed to sleep. And it's not like we won't have totally hot sex again, where I will make up for my lapse in libido.
So yeah. There's that. I'm not sure if it came out exactly as I intended it to, as inflection and tone does not exactly convey itself when it comes to text on a screen. But it's basically what I've been thinking about.
Triangle stuff went well. People joking made the suggestion that I should do the fax machine or printer for the Staffer Spotlight. I think this idea has much merit. Hutch University was put together. THe last line seemed to garner some rather positive responses. Which, ultimately, was the goal. The humor wasn't really in the OJ joke, as that was totally lame, but in the recognition that the joke was lame. Complexities inside simplicities, my friends. A burrito wrapped in an enigma. Or something like that. Didn't get around to doing SMRZNP because I installed the new version of Photoshop and did some other computer related things.
In TV news, The Fall Finale of Prison Break was pretty freaking sweet. They left things on a total cliff hanger. New episodes start back up in March. Gah! That's like, 3-4 months away, depending on when in March it begins again. On the plus side, they had some trailers for the new season of 24, and it looks to be just as kickass as it always is, with perhaps a bit more of badassedness thrown in for good measure. Also watched was last week's episode of Lost. Great stuff. Ana Lucia is a total bitch. Echo is awesome. Rose and Bernard, awwwwwwww. We've got a new episode this week, but then all of December is repeats. Nothing new until 2006! Boo! Hiss! Ah well, no worries.
Went to Jenn's and watched Boondocks. Grandad got beat up by, and then killed, a blind man. Nigga moments. Pure fantastitudeness. I had been having brain stabbies (i.e. had a headache) all day, so I went to sleep after that. Other stuff, that I don't really want to write about. But on the other hand, it would be possibly beneficial to get my thoughts written out. Decisions, decisions. Eh, fuck it. If things don't come out properly, they can be explained later.
Ok, so Jenn doesn't like drinking. No, scratch that. She pretty much hates it quite a bit. She has good reasons for this, and I respect that. She doesn't drink, and I won't try and make her. I've jokingly done so in the past, but I won't even do that anymore. When it comes to me, however, I have been known to partake in a drink or two in my time. I enjoy knocking back a few beers during sporting events. I like playing flip cup and pong at parties with my friends. Yes, I like to drink, but for all my jibes claiming to be one, I am a far, far cry from being an alcoholic. Except for the few times when I have, usually inadvertently, gotten completely and utterly trashed, (which hasn't happened since the beginning of the summer) I remain fairly well composed while I am drinking. It's not like I turn into some hulking brute once alcohol passes my lips. So I can't understand why she has such a problem when I drink, or am around people that are drinking. Jenn feels that she can't trust me, that I'm going to do something stupid while drunk, like cheat on her, despite all my reassurances that such a thing would never happen. Partly because of my track record, for not once have I drunkenly gotten some action at a party, but mostly because I truly love her, and even while drunk I would never even consider the thought of cheating on her. Stopping drinking altogether would make her happy, but I don't feel that I should have to stop doing something that I enjoy. So I'm honestly not sure what to do.
The other thing is sex. Now, don't get me wrong, I love having sex, and it is always incredibly hot with Jenn. I have no complaints about that. The fact that we do it almost every night is completely fine with me as well. Last night, however, was not one of those nights, due to the aforementioned headhache. And Jenn got mad at me. And again, I just can't understand why. We'd had sex each of the six previous nights. Is one night off such a bad thing? It's not like it was for anything she had done. Movement caused brain stabbies. Ibuprofen hadn't really helped either. I just needed to sleep. And it's not like we won't have totally hot sex again, where I will make up for my lapse in libido.
So yeah. There's that. I'm not sure if it came out exactly as I intended it to, as inflection and tone does not exactly convey itself when it comes to text on a screen. But it's basically what I've been thinking about.