Spoonman

The first time I got pulled over was just over 10 years ago.  The first time I got pulled over for speeding was just over ten years ago.  The first time I got a ticket was just over 10 years ago.

I was on 54, on the way back from work in Waupaca.  It was just before prom, and I had just found out that the woman I had been intending to take to prom was planning on meeting some other guy there.  I got a little pissed and that was the end of that.

So here it was, almost prom time, and I was without a date.  I was pissed and was taking it out on the car in the form of speeding.  Then I saw the State Trooper.  Whoops.  There went $150.

I remember that the Soundgarden song Spoonman was on the radio.  This sticks out in my head because it was on the radio the first time I got pulled over, the day of my 16th birthday.  We had it turned up so loud we could barely hear the siren.  It is still one of my favorite songs.

I'm posting about it because I heard it on my way to pick the boys up from the ex's house; they were there for the weekend.  I heard it and started thinking back to when life was a little bit simpler.  Which just happens to coincide with being before I got involved with the ex.  Hmm.  Imagine that.

Perhaps I'll share the story of when I first got pulled over soon; its much better than this drivel.  Seriously, who lets me type?  Take the keyboard away!  It's for your own safety!

Freight Trains

Ever feel like you got hit by a freight train?  Or maybe even a few of them?

I got to work this morning feeling fine.  Within half an hour it all went downhill and I haven't felt OK since.

It's two in the damn morning and I can't fall asleep... not because I'm not tired, but because I feel horrible as soon as I lay down.  I just sent my boss an e-mail letting him know I won't be in tomorrow.  There's just no way I can do it.

One advantage of being up so late is that I was able to update the site's look and feel a bit.  Definitely an improvement and the site is finally starting to look like what I want it to look like.

Now all I have to do is put the finishing touches on some sites for my clients and for Cartoli and I'll be all set.

Am I... Becoming Normal?

It suddenly hit me over the weekend.  I think I'm on my way to becoming normal.  Which is odd, because, well, I never used to be normal.  I thought I was normal, but everybody thought different.  Here are a few examples:

  • I'm not working on my business as much as I used to (and not nearly as much as I should be, come to think of it).
  • I'm watching football.  I'm going to tailgate parties.
  • I mow my lawn on a regular basis.
  • I've just about stopped drinking caffeine.  (dammit, I was good for a week and then Fred guilted me into having some)
  • I'm playing pool a lot now  (granted: I have a table in my basement now)

Not that these are bad things; they aren't.  But combined they make for a pretty scary realization...  I'm not the oddest one in the room anymore.  Probably not even close.

Damn.  At least I was unique before...

Extra Help with Moving

So the President is making a stop in Green Bay on Thursday.  He's giving a speech at a local firm and then going to a fundraiser.  The company he's giving a speech at is about a block from my new duplex.  I was planning on starting to move right about the same time.

I've been telling people he's really coming to Green Bay just to give me a hand.  Is that wrong?  I think he's bringing a bunch of guys with him to help out.

Oh yeah, I work with this guy.  Hey, wait, maybe Karl will volunteer to help too?

Moving in, moving up...

What the hell do I know about furniture?

I decided that even though I'm a bachelor now, the boys and I should step it up a bit.  Since the ex moved out, I haven't had much in the way of furniture for the living room.  Down to the bare essentials, really.  Couch?  Check.  TV?  Check.  Badass AV setup?  Check, although I never installed it at the apartment.

What more could a guy need?

Well, I decided that since I'm renting a nice duplex starting Thursday (yeah yeah, get off my ass, I'll buy a house as soon as I can afford it), I should upgrade my furniture.  Obviously the point here is that I'm trying to get women to actually _want_ to come into the house.

So I bought a full living room furniture set on Saturday.  It will be nice; it's the one thing I don't have to move, and it will basically take care of an entire room, give or take.  Now I own a couch, loveseat, and chair.

So, back to the first question?  I know that I have a lot of places to sit now.  Now I just need to start getting dates.  Hmm, in business parlance, that could be referred to as Return On Investment...