You know, Napster is just not behaving today. It’s taking forever to log in to downl… uhhh… to see what kind of law breakers there are out there, since I would never use such a horrid and freedom limiting program for my own personal gains! Just doing my part as Mr. John Q. Citizen, all of you .gov visitors! And neither would my wife… Morgan Fairchild. Yeah, that’s the ticket!

Annoying Little Burfing Dog has arrived and, naturally, is already burfing up a storm. Not to mention that guy who sits near the ABLD’s desk is going into total puppy-talk mode. Ick.
EXCERPT:
Elvis Presley – Fever

It is waaaaay too early in the morning to be putting up with stupid rhetorical questions. Since I come in to work blazingly early, I crank the WinAmp & jive along headphone-less until people start arriving. So one of our brilliant marketing/sales types walks past my desk.

“Morning! Got some tunes going on there?”
“Uhhhh… no. You must be hearing things. Does it sound like acid jazz? ‘Cause I’ve heard that people who hear acid jazz when there’s no music playing really need to never come to work and ask stupid questions again!”

At least I think that’s what my glare said to him.

My my, how appropriate.

Well, I made it through the migraine yesterday in time to make the game. Of course, immediately after the game, it came back. Luckily it’s only a mild one this morning, so I’m happily back at work. Of course, I mean “happily” in the same way those kooky kids use “bad” to mean “good”.

In other word news, I love yesterday’s Learning Kingdom “Cool Word of the Day” that I missed:

imbroglio [n. im-BROL-yo]

An imbroglio is a confused, often embarrassing, state of affairs.
Perplexing entanglements or bitter disagreements are also imbroglios.
Example: “Jeff had no idea how he ended up in this imbroglio but
knew it would take a great deal of explaining to get out of it.”

A near synonym of imbroglio is embroilment, which shares the same
roots. Imbroglio is an Italian word borrowed by the English in the
mid-18th century from the verb imbrogliare (to entangle). This was a
variant on the French verb embrouiller which developed from the
conjunction of the Middle French en- and brouiller (to broil).

Imbroglio can also mean a confused heap or tangle.

Pretty much describes my personal life.

Well, this’ll probably be my only post for the day – not only did I get no sleep last night, but I woke up with a tremendous migraine. I’m hoping I’ll be rid of it by gametime tonight, ’cause I can’t miss the first big game. Actually, I can’t miss any of them if I want to be in the playoffs. So it’s back to bed to hide under the covers with the sweet sounds of Ella’s voice healing me.

This is so weird. I’ve been grousing and griping about being all alone out here and how none of my friends were emailing or IM’ing me. I get home and check my mail – emails from two of my friends. Alright! As I’m reading them, kablamm – another friend IM’s me. And another. And another. So now I’m holding three IM conversations and two email threads together. When it rains, it pours! This is the kind of pouring I like, though…

I can’t believe I deprived myself of owning Chasing Amy for so long! What a GREAT movie! Like an idiot, I heated up my pizza and thought “I know – I’ll just watch the good scenes from Chasing Amy.” Well DUH! They’re ALL good scenes. Sometimes I’m such an idiot! So now here I sit, wide awake at 1:00 AM, waiting for the alarm to go off in the other room in three hours. Wonderful. That’s going to make my first ice game tonight quite interesting…

Well, I’ve just started on my first photo album. Like, a real photo album (as opposed to those I just think are there). My best friend Kathy is helping me get all of my motocross pictures together so they’re nice and safe. Something to show the kids just how crazy Grandpa used to be.

Now it’s time to go eat some re-heated pizza & watch a little Fifth Element. YEE!!!

Someone has to stop me. I had a $10 Best Buy gift card burning a hole in my pocket (prize for buying the DVD player from them), so I stopped by there to see about getting Chasing Amy with it. Naturally, they didn’t have it, so I lunged for The Fifth Element. I took my purchase happily up to the counter and waited for the clerk to figure out how to ring up the gift card. I felt like a big log in a river, suddenly coming up against a narrow point as I watched the line back up behind me.

So once that unpleasantness was over, a little voice in the back of my brain says “Why don’t we stop by Circuit City over there and see if they have Chasing Amy?”
“Because we don’t have a gift card for Circuit City.”
“But it’s not like they’ll actually have it.”
“What if they do?”
“What if they don’t? Come on! It’s only a few blocks away!”

So I go there and, you guessed it – they had a copy of Chasing Amy. Note: A copy of Chasing Amy.
“I don’t have a gift card, put it back on the shelf.”
“Oh come ON! They only have one copy here!”
“And I don’t have a gift card – I’ll have to pay full price.”
“Remember? We did the figuring last week. This is about the same price you’d pay getting it online and it’s right here!!!!”
“Right here, huh?”
“Right here!!!”
“Same price?”
“Same price!!”

So now I have Chasing Amy in my collection. I give in to my inner child way too much.

Me not like pro basketball
‘Cause me short and they all tall
Basball slow like Forrest Gump
‘Cept when Robbie spits on ump
Wrestlemania not so great
Me like to see Hulk Hogan skate!
TV soccer not that hot
You play bad then you get shot
ME LIKE HOCKEY!!

And so ends another work day…