April 30
From my brain
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2012
Me 09:12, 30 April 2012 (EDT)
Got in a lot of "face time" over the weekend.
First of all, baked my ass off on Friday night. Four each of sourdough, milk & honey, and whole wheat & honey. With working at the office until 5:30, rush home, insanity at the grocery store (left my credit card in the machine getting out cash), wolf down some Taco Bell, and the screwing up not one but TWO batches of dough...I didn't get to bed until 2am.
Now, this wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for the fact I had to get up at 5:30 to make three of those loaves into some Nutella and some PB&J sandwich samples. Columbus State had a 5K run/walk Saturday morning, and the race started at 8am. I was to get there at 7:30 set up, and finishers started coming in around 8:15 or so.
Three full display trays of sandwiches (cut in quarters) just disappeared in a matter of an hour. If/when I do this next year, I'm definitely preparing more. Didn't quite grasp 180 people nomming on sandwiches. I was ill-prepared.
Still, got a lot of exposure from it all. Gave out all those samples, saw many happy (if winded from running) faces enjoying them, and passed out many business cards and menus. Already got at least one new Like on Facebook, so that's something.
- Aside, TheBoy also spent the weekend camping (which is a whole other story). Apparently they -- somehow -- got on the topic of donuts, and specifically the donut place where I drop off my loaves. He said, "Did you ever get bread there?", "Yeah, it's good too.", "Did you know that's from The Bread Guy?", "Yeah.", "That's my Dad.". The kids then said, "Can we get a discount?" He LOLd.
So yeah, I got home after that (and the three hours of sleep which preceded it) and promptly crashed for two and half hours. Felt like I got hit by a truck even once I woke up, but pulled it together, made dinner, and then played WoW for a good long while afterward.
Felt good to play with the guildies for awhile and just relax. We had a good time, and didn't care too much we were dying on current game content over and over. Had lots of laughs, a couple people got some gear, but in general, it was just good to actually feel like a guild leader again.
Face time with people is good sometimes.
2009
Me 17:36, 30 April 2009 (EDT)
Two and a half months later...and it takes my chiropractor to start to be able to "fix" me.
Went there not expecting a whole heck of a lot. Maybe at the most he'd fix my back that's been wrenched due to sleeping on my stomach so much. Maybe he'd realign my neck that's been likewise twisted from all the rough nights tossing and turning. Fixing my abdominal issues? That's gotta be outside of what he can do with one visit...right?
We start off by him saying, "OK, now that I have you here and in the flesh, you tell me exactly where you're having pain." I pointed out the four major spots: liver/gall bladder, right of the navel, directly on my right side, and the spot near where my appendix used to be. Puzzled at first, he had me on my back at first and starts a pokin' and a proddin' around my stomach. When he hit a spot -- and boy did he know when he hit one -- I'd cringe and and he just said to say when the pain receded. Some spots passed quicker than others...and he focused there (eventually).
He also had me on my stomach for a bit, and picked up my right foot with my knee bent. My eyes widened, as he did so (which he couldn't see as I was face down on the table), and then he stopped. "Now, pull down on your leg to put your knee toward the table." I felt every stretch. He repeated this three more times, with the final time having me push it flat into the table as hard as I could. By the time I stood up, I'd found my forehead had thrashed about so on the sanitary paper (like all doctors use, but he uses on the face/head rest) had been shredded.
Then, he had me go to another table and lay on my side...bad side up. Again, he fished around for "the spot" until I yelped, and then held his finger there until it let up. It didn't. Satisfied he'd really gotten a good spot, he pulled over a little machine on a rolling table, applied some sort of gel what I can assume is a type of electrode, and flipped the thing on. My side started to vibrate as the muscle was being stimulated.
Then he said it: "Let me know when it starts feeling uncomfortable." The twitching kept going, and going, and going, and then all of a sudden, we hit threshold. My eyes widened, and I stiffened. "OK, I think that's it." He then handed the controls over to me. "When it gets to the point where it stops feeling uncomfortable.....turn it up. Slowly. Underline, underline, underline." And I did just that.
It was mind-bogglingly tough to do. Inflict discomfort on yourself on purpose isn't something I've traditionally enjoyed doing. Still though, I listened to instruction and as it faded...I turned it up. Tick by tick I did so until I was all, "OK! That's enough!" and stopped for while. Soon, I could tolerate that too, and turned it up again. Eventually though, I pegged out at 100 on the read out, and just sat there for at least the last five minutes of the timer.
Today...I have been pain free. In that side at least, and with just one of the hydrocodone, I've made stew for dinner, and even some potato bread rolls to have with it. Tomorrow, I go back to him and he's going to talk about the rest we'll be working on. If it comes down to just a cycle of whoever hurts the most, and I slap on the electrodes, sign me up.
Quite honestly...I just don't even know how to live without pain at this point. This...is beyond cool.
2008
Me 08:17, 30 April 2008 (EDT)
Also, I neglected to mention yesterday that as of Monday night, I'm officially part of the Gallup process. They called right as we were putting the kids to bed, and I made the mistake of being honest when they asked who has the most recent birthday (which of course is moi). I then tried to weasel out of it by saying I was putting the kids to bed, but the lady was insistent and asked when she could call back. Wifey was no help by saying, "Go ahead, I'll put the kids to bed," when the lady said it'd only take 10-15 minutes.
I've had psychologists ask me fewer questions in that amount of time. It was focused on health and wellness, but they also hit the typical political related stuff. The health stuff hit everything from finding out how many health conditions you currently have, to finding out if you ever had cancer, to finding out how many fruits and vegetables you eat in a day. It also hit on finances as well to find out the condition of debt you're in as well as how well you felt your employer is doing from a financial standpoint (laying off people, company growing, etc.).
By the end of the call, I volunteered to be part of their mailer program. I'm not huge on politics, but maybe this will break me out of my isolationist shell when it comes down to them asking me questions on things. At the very least, it makes you feel a bit more part of the "big picture" when people ask your opinion.
Things with the guild have been finally tapering off. Tensions are down, but a lot of good conversations came out of it all. Whenever we have a spike like this, we always come out a stronger guild as a result. Some lines get drawn, some get crossed, but more often then not it causes people to do think deeply about what it means to not only be in this guild but also what their "game time" means to them.
More often than not, it means a great deal. I'm proud to play with every one of them that agrees with that statement.
Me 10:52, 30 April 2008 (EDT)
I can't embed this like I do with YouTube stuff, but I'm still gonna share the video my mother just sent me.
Me 12:14, 30 April 2008 (EDT)
Currently sitting on hold with my bank. Currently paranoid that the reason our federal returns aren't there is that they've been ganked for back taxes.
Hold music sucks.
Me 12:19, 30 April 2008 (EDT)
Bank's got nothing. Not in pending. Not anything.
Punt?
2007
Me 07:30, 30 April 2007 (EDT)
So, the beat-down my body was feeling last week has passed. However, beginning Friday evening, I now have a cold-full on. (Someone has to hang onto the virus for all you people who only get winter colds; such is my lot in life.)
So, while I'm still not motivated to get my moldy body of bed in the morning, and the beat-down feeling is gone, the cold has me feeling like a piece of chicken left out on the counter last night.
Me 15:32, 30 April 2007 (EDT)
I could have sworn I found the second list before (when Zejan and I worked on the comic), but Callistana found the first for me today. So, I share both. Perhaps I work on cataloging here for posterity as well.
- The Grand List of Overused Science Fiction Clichés
- The Not-So-Grand List of Overused Science Fiction Clichés
Me 15:48, 30 April 2007 (EDT)
Don't know if I made the post on it, but I did find the ~900 entries in a database that Zejan and I scoured the internet for use in the comic. We were going to exploit all of them and use them.
A resourceful writer might start doing that...
