so today i finally finished up this extreemly long drawn out process of finding out if a machine that already exists and doesnt tip, will tip. the machine dosnt tip in real life. my numbers: its tips, nomatter what. with my numbers the f-ing thing will tip if you blow on it, if a bird lands on it, if you look at it wrong, or if a dog relieves itself within a 5 mile radius. worthless! so that was a bit of a drag. i took alittle time to myself there to recover from the shock.

its gonna rain today. the forecast looks like this:
7am: possible showers
10am: possible showers
1pm: possible t-storms
4pm (when i leave): definate T-storms, 100% chance of rain.
soooo i guess they really arent messing around. its going to rain at 4. for some reason i feel i would be judged for complaining about something like that. i dont know why, but it seems that complaining has a bad publicist and is getting its butt kicked by rediculousness. Its rediculous not to complain about the fact that when i leave today, full grown cats and dogs will be just everywhere. Yeah, yeah, you do it to yourself, you dont have to bike to work, i dont feel bad for you, yada-yada-yada. its not that i want you to feel bad for me, yea its my fault i biked here, but it is NOT my fault its definatly 100% going to rain its butt off at 4. I think that if you look at it, if i told you "no the rain dosnt bother me, i like being cold, its good for my complexion, this way i dont have to shower! i love nearly dieing 4 times on the way home from work." you may think "what an impressive person (brittish accent)." OR if you stepped back, and realized "its the rain, and hes biking, that hes full of crap! hes being rediculous." somewhere along the line complaining got tangled up with "bad person, grumpus, hater." while rediculous hooked up with endearing and had tons of crazy little babies that are really cute and attractive. so if you care to know, no, i am not very excited to bike home, yea, its gonna suck. right? i mean isnt that reasonable? do you hate me now? who knows. oh well, its not that big of a deal anyways. i brought a rain coat, i like the rain, its good for my skin.

woah, apparently lunch is over. drag. i could use another sandwich, maybe i will head down to the beach and make one.

on the plus side i have a ton of new music to listen to, i slept well (so well that when my door blew down by the wind i didnt even wake up), and i have realized that i should consider myself lucky to have the ability to work as an engineer as well as the physical ability to ride there and back every day. its really a great gift. so bring on the rain, at least i am the one who decides whether or not i ride in it.

have a good day all.

I wouldnt mind being a kid again

Gone are the days where you could take all the couch cusions off the couches, sit in front of the sterio, and pretend you are a dj in your couch-cusion-walled recording studio, spinning some sweet beach boys and amy grant... thats all that mom had, but who cares?! your a DJ. In fact, probably better than a dj because as a kid, you have no worries. you dont have to be cool or funny or have a deep voice (good thing), your stuffed animals have a very eclectic music taste so whatever you play is good. and if you cut it off early to go to louie louie for the 5th time, they simply listen and appreciate your taste for a great base singer, and lyricly challenged songs. why is it that i cant turn my cubicle into a fort? i swear to you i would work harder here if there were secret compartments i could hide in from time to time. back when you could just go ahead and run around screaming and have people think, well thats ok. back when liking someone included punching them alittle, and chasing them around the room for 25 minutes before you get distracted by legos. i swear to you, to this day, one of the best gifts i probably ever recieved was from jamie, the next door neighbor girl who was also 5, and gave me a little blue bag that we put things in. then we went behind the couch and i punched her and it was over. lesson learned! bag lost. yes sir, back when you didnt worry that wearing the same shirt every day was wierd, it was your favorite shirt, so you cried until you got to wear it (lime green faceplant shirt). who cares? this reasoning probably could get you pretty far in life. its a good shirt, im wearing it, heck with you guys. i am sick of cheerios, im throwen it across the room, you pick it up, your the one who thought it was a good idea. whats that? i dont feel like talking right now, im going to take a nap. im going to build this block structure, then im going to throw a truck at it. now a days if you built something cool you have to take a picture or even glue the thing together. the fun part isnt building it, its launching it down teh staircase. what good is something on the shelf? maybe thats why kids put things away by throwing it all over the floor, it will be ready to do when you get back. 200 dollar shoes? 200 dollar chew toy. they are the same thing. 2 velcro straps from payless takes care of the job just fine. its a fascinating idea to look at things like a kid would, i think thats why i find alot of things rediculous, like money and ties... and the MU basketball team. and even peter francis geraci.



right? wouldnt you rather spend all day throwing beanie babies at eachother in your apartment instead of sitting around looking at a tv? or build legos?



maybe im going through a withdraw of kid fun now that i spend 8 hours a day looking at a computer screen. i miss jumping around on a trampoline and not hitting the ground every time. i miss diagonally cut grilled cheese and neighborhood politics. thinking that cutting the grass was a big deal. announcing and playing whatever sport or mission you were on simultaniously. everything you did being a covert operation, always with someone back at base, and everybody depending on you to steal the wooden spoon from mom when shes cooking.



i figure this is a 1/4th life mini-crisis. since i cannot afford a porsche i bought a double bacon cheeseburger. now thats something a 5 year old cannot do. so ha.

Rocking the Casbah

For some reason, i find it 100 times easier to function beyond just listening to music when i have one of the earphones out and in my mouth. Thats where i am right now, one in the ear, one hanging from my mouth. Yea, it is gross, but for some reason it promotes concentration. Just noticed that, and i thought since you are actually reading this you might not find that too boring.

Excuse me while i shoot the moon at will in hearts.

so i changed my desktop backround today to be autum colors which is generally brown and orange, but somehow still appealing.

wow, great, the news totally rocks... there was one west nile case confirmed (look out you other 4.5 billion people in the world, you have a 50 times better chance getting struck by lightning 34 times in a row while jumping in the air waving a rubber wand naked while singing "louie louie" as an actual pig not only flys by, but then shoots down another flying pig with an impressive negative-g manuver than getting the west nile virus), brittney is losing her kids for the time being (holy! im shocked, thank god her whole life is in the news, otherwise i would have never known all these awful things), Nepal peace process in turmoil as Maoists withdraw (i remember when the Maoists withdrew from my family and the peace was in turmoil, then i realized i have no idea who or what a maoists is, and im not from Nepal, thank god i dodged that bullet), a Nebraska State senator is sueing God (The Lord, Almighty, The Big Guy, G-O-D) in order to make him stop plagues of terror (yep, google news, check it out), and Musharraf pledges to step down as army cheif if elected (quite possibly one of the best political campaigns i have ever heard, although a seemingly pointless promise). That, ladies and gentlemen, is the news. The new "s" as i like to call it. short for the new shit. its new, and it dosnt come out of your mouth. I may just sue God (His Holyness, Our Father, *points up* Upstairs) too because im sick of being such old "s" considering its been so long since i was in the news for something completly insane. wow. This is why i love the onion, we can all be "local man" or "area man." I could start reffering to myself as that and life would be better.

"Area man gives local man a killer high five." WAY more important than pending turmoil in Nepal. Trust me. Have you ever been to Nepal? Turmoil waits in trash cans for you to, just for a second, think everything might actually be ok and peaceful. Now that the Maoists are gone, its just less people to spread the turmoil on, so of course it increased. I wonder if turmoil was personified or animal-ified what it would be. would it be something extreemly dangerous like a bear? maybe something that always seems to be pending danger like a prarie dog. prarie dogs can be tumultous, have you seen gremlins? Or maybe behind the turmoil door waits the sweetest little puppy youve ever seen, until he eats everything you own. tumultous!

i dont even think thats how you spell tumultous.

maybe its the token political stab that personifies someone as turmoil. for the sake of the day; hayden penatar or o.j. simpson.

ps, thank God hayden turned 18, because that was the only thing keeping every guy in the nation from totally "hitten that." i wonder if she had to get more space put on her voicemail.

well, its legitamatly now past lunch, time to go.