Just waking up here at Aquasaur HQ and having some Frankencoffee* and cigarettes. The past few days have been worky worky and not much else. Setting up a new store is nothing but suck. Twenty something people with completely different objectives getting in each others way for 7 hours...oops, the b-i-t-c-h-ing has begun. Canned.
Today I'm going in for a little bit just to meet the new peeps that are training.
I found out this morning that a former manager of mine who happened to be THE primed SB corporate ladder monkey up north was in fact FIRED for humping an employee. I'll bet his wife wasn't too happy about that. It's kind of sad because I think his whole life was based upon work and his wife. What now? My issue with him not returning my CDs seems rather trivial now. I'd hate to be in his dark colored closed-toed loafers, oxford lace-ups, or work-style shoes or boots. Which coincidentally, I've developed a major crush on the manager at my new store. When I break it all down though, and reality sets in, really hot girls don't like out of shape beer hounds. So I'm fairly sure there will be no humping. Plus, I'm sure her job is a matter of great importance.
*Frankencoffee: any combo of three or more coffees used in combination to have enough for a pot. This instance includes: Shnuck's brand Colombian, Maxwell House, and SB Decaf Verona. Yes, it tastes sorta gross.

If you haven't checked out Post Secret yet, you should do so. Fascinating.
There's a link to the right.

What the fuck??!!

I woke up literally a minute ago and my eyes feel really big right now. Puffy big. Not spaced far apart big.
Jason, MW, and I spent most of yesterday tearing down the deck at his parents house and building a new one. It's mostly finished minus a few details. Sounds scary right? It really turned out quite nice. Right now I'm getting ready to get ready to meet up with the new SB manager to figure out how were going to train 20 people in a weeks time. I'm actually pretty darn excited to start. Mainly, I'm just sick of being broke. Remember that old t-shirt that said "I'm so broke that I can't even pay attention"? We'll I would wear it but I can't afford the t-shirt.

I've been really not liking being single lately. Sometimes I dig it. Sometimes I don't and when I don't, I tend to wallow in the loneliness. I've had a few dreams lately in which I ended up calling Emily and reconciling that old thing. In the dream it was cool and I got that 'whew! everything is ok again' feeling and then wake up to 'no! you know that would not be a good idea' and be relieved that I was only dreaming. Then check my cell to make sure I didn't sleep call, which I have been suspect to a few times. Apparently, I tend to talk a lot in my sleep and reveal true thoughts and feelings because the information filter is busy counting sheep. That and speak in apparently made up languages. I know that is creepy.
Last night, roommate out of town and all and with the house to myself, I was in a particularly gloomy lonely blah mood I decided to experiment. Since I never saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind all the way through, (I have a tendency of knocking out before a film is done) I decided I'd watch it and breath new life into my waning Kate Winslet obsession. The crush is back on.
experiment:
Firstly, I put Eternal Sunshine in the DVD player and pressed Play.
Secondly, I decided to smoke some of them tweeds.
Next, I ate pizza and continued watching.
I made it through the film at this point, and feeling very good about how the experiment was to go from here. So I repeated the first two steps, only this time instead of watching the film, I put the surround sound speaker under the couch pillow and turned off the tv and went to sleep to the audio. My thinking was that I'd have some kick ass dreams. When I woke up this morning I could only recall one particular instance where I had successfully transported myself into the movie and that was the beach house scene where Kate breaks in and starts looking for booze. Then suddenly we were in Steve Zissou's yellow submarine from The Life Aquatic and that's all I remember. That and Kate calling me a nerd. I suspect that if more of them tweeds were involved, the outcome would have been more detailed. Clearly, my methods of experimentation are steeped in attractiveness.

Ok. After 56 minutes of transfer and zero frames dropped, at 57 minutes and something, 116 were dropped within seconds. Argh. I'll get it. But later. I have to go chop down some trees at the Ewing household. How strange is that?

Remember the first show on the Braid reunion tour last year? That's the one we went to and we filmed the entire show. Well, I found the DV tape of it and I decided to spend today editing and transferring it to disc. The only problem is that the mother flipping camera and computer keep going out of synch after 6 minutes! I don't understand it. I'll have to ask MW about it when he gets up. He knows more about this than I do. Argh. Maybe if I slice it after every song or two it'll work out.
I'm getting antsy, irritated, and hepped up on caffeine all at the same time.

I was just adding a few more photos to the Flickr thing below (which aren't showing up yet for some reason) and I got the urge to change up the site design in here. But that entails actually doing it and I don't really feel up to doing anything today. I don't feel sick or hung over or anything. Just kind of blah-ish. Have you ever drank a lot of beer and some other stuff and had a good time but the next day reviewed the night in your head and felt like you were being a complete idiot?
That's where I'm at today.

my entire body is aching tonight. it could be from getting hit in the face with a steak, or falling out of the tree, or perhaps tumbling down a steep tree-rooted path into the lake while fishing thanks to being startled by a giant snake. most likely it's a combo of all three. i'll get some stuff up soon from the trip. i didn't even come close to catching any fish. i think they were mocking me.

My daisies are going crazy out in the sun. Except for a spot where a couple jerkass critters of some sort dug around in the flower bed to eat the seeds. Those little bastards.

We're taking off to go camping tomorrow, which means that I have to miss out on the Aloha show on Wednesday. Eh, I'll catch 'em next time. I've got to go get my fishing tackle all set up.

Occasionally, or more than, I tend to give the bar the old visit-a-roo.
Visit-a-roo?
Whatever.
You get the point. Last night I asked Jason for a pen and began blogging via napkin. In doing so I realized that it was a good idea because it turns out kind of funny, plus a cute girl thought I was writing poetry. I detect an angle.
Anyway, here's one from last night. Verbatim from the nappie-nap.

This dude just parked his ass up to the bar all suave and debonair style. Greasy curly hair and European clothing. He then stated in Italian that he required a beverage. My friend Jason is the bartender. American. Beer-lovin'. Bass rock-playin'.
[sip] [damn. that girl is hot.] [oh no, she just asked for 2 red-headed sluts (headshake).]
He comes up and asks for some fancypants beer with an edge like "I'm European and you're not!" then looks over his shoulder then back at the bartender and says, sans accent and in a quieter tone, "Can you put this on Shelly's tab?"

After all of this I remember having a very intense argument with the guy who owns Exile, the movie/"record" store down here on the topic of analog vs. digital. For over an hour. I think we even got personal a few times. I'd expand on the argument, but I have to:
1. install car stereo
2. do some campsite recon for Tuesday evening.*
3. laundry
4. work
5. drive to Chicago for the weekend.

* I'm going to bring the camera along so I can post some stuff here. I may be able to put up a little wmv file. A film clip would be sort of cool up in here.

It's going to be a rainy day and if you know me at all that means it's going to be a nice day. That sunshine, lollipops and [pause] rainbows thing is crap. A bit much on the early eighties west coast nostalgic spectrum for my blood. I don't own any Jams or conch shell necklaces. Nor have I ever owned a surfboard. That would be fun though. However, I've always had a skateboard since I was 13. Two weeks after we moved down here we built and 8 foot wide quarterpipe in the garage, which is now in need of repair, but soon it'll not only be fixed but will have a counterpart thusly making it a fricken mini half. In my garage. So if it rains I'll still say yay.
It's been an early morning for me today. I woke up at 6am to some dudes next door having more fun than I previously thought possible while playing some video game. I came downstairs and turned on the coffeemaker and figured I should just get the financial aid paperwork filled out for school. Free school. That is THE only plus side to making virtually no money last year. I'll be working at Starbucks again in a few weeks. Yeah. I know. Anyway, there aren't any here yet. Really. This will be the first one to open. But with the cheap rent and cheap everything else I shouldn't complain. It's an easy job, so I'll keep my yapper shut when the urge to complain about it eats away at my soul.