I had a beer from Star Hill last night. Only one beer at a hockey game? It’s so I didn’t have to get up and disturb the natives. The natives were restless and rowdy.
There were two fights within the first 10 seconds of the game. The first one happened during the face-off. The ‘Gades lost. Not surprising because they played like crap until the third period. Not sure, but I think the officials screwed Richmond.
Dear Interwebs:
I have a fairly big decision to make and I’m not sure how to go about making it. Because the result of the decision will change my life–definitely within the next 5-7 years and probably for longer. If I decide the outcome of the decision is just too hard and I let the possibility freak me out, I’m worried that I’ll end up with regret. I, fortunately, don’t have much regret at this point in my life and I’d like to keep it that way.
So. How do you make life-altering decisions?
Do you talk it to death? This is what I feel like I’m doing and the talk keeps going in a circle.
Do you decide to not make the decision because you figure it’s situational and once the situation changes a bit you’ll lose interest and that means you were never that driven to the outcome anyway?
Do you ask others who have done similar?
Do you read available literature?
Do you flip a coin?
Do you jump in with both feet and worry about the implications later?
Signed,
Trapped in an Existential Funk
Yesterday after work I went to the grocery store. While I was going through the checkout line the cashier grabbed my container of extra-firm tofu and read the package. Then she looked at me and asked me if it was tofu. Instead of asking her if she had not just stood there for several seconds reading the container, I just said yes.
Today a co-worker I haven’t seen in awhile asked me if I was going to be able to do anything with the degree I’m going to get in May or if all this work was for fun. I said my degree will be highly useful. I left off the part just not here.
There must be something about me when I’m standing still or sitting down that makes people feel like they can say the most inane things to me. Somehow when I’m up and moving around they seem to be able to hold themselves back.
The picture below is of something we just put into the garage:
Here’s a close up:
So, what do you think it is?
Boy I’ve sure used the word “suck” a lot this weekend. Don’t know why because it’s been a pretty good weekend. Anyway, I decided I needed another playlist and this one is called “Let’s Have a Drink”. Perhaps this will help me to not play DJ the next time we have cocktails.
Here’s a partial playlist:
As you can tell from the list, I’m not afraid to admit I like some cheesy music.
Our personal property taxes are due at the beginning of next month. We have the option to pay via credit card online. If we don’t mind paying an extra $3.71 per bill. WTF! Thanks, I’ll put it in the mail for the penny it cost to print our checks and for the price of a stamp. What a pack of dumbasses.
We went by The Belmont Butchery today after letting a long and embarrassing amount of time pass since our last visit only to find the building boarded up because some vandals busted out the windows.
It sucks.
How come it took me so long to find Townes Van Zandt?
The better-half and I saw a picture of a guy we know of but we don’t know personally. Our first reaction was how much older he looks than we do (he’s a year older) and how creepy he looked because his teeth are tiny. Adults with teeth the size of a baby’s first incisor just creep me out. I could totally see an episode of the X-Files happening with that guy around–he creeps out of the gutter and chews off my ankles with those tiny teeth.
