The choices

I definitely chose the right girlfriend, but this post really illustrates one of the key reasons why.

sooo sleepy

I'm tired. End of story.

To the ends of the earth

I need new legs. I need new legs and maybe a new head. I know you all know that I know that you know that I need new head, but that's not what I mean.

We went to the most north west point in the lower 48 today. No it's not the most north and no I don't even think it's the most west, but it might be. Cape Flattery was simply amazing. I haven't really looked at the points on the map to see exactly where we were but that's where the hike ended. It was a long ass day trip, but we had a blast and lots of fun.

So why do I need a new head? Well because moron that I am hauled all my stuff 99.9% of the way and then didn't want to carry it. The tripod is too heavy! (yeah read that with all the whine that was going on in my head.)

So we get out there and yes I have my camera, but I don't have my lenses. Cause if you don't want to carry the tripod then you certainly don't want the bag it's attached too. Yeah I think I got some good photos since I took my telephoto. Could I have done better? Um I missed the whales. So yeah. I said that right there were whales that sauntered by and I missed them because I didn't have my legs and I didn't have my doubler and I... Yeah you can hear it I'm whining don't bother with the comments pointing out that I'm whining. I know.

I need a new head, (lighter) new legs, (way way lighter) and likely a new sack. (I just said that to be dirty, but a smaller bag for short hikes like that would be cool.)

OK I'm done now. I need to shop. No more whining.

Hit the target

OK so the blood draw went fine. I even got to see more iPhone light in the hall as the guy in front of me in line was just playing with the controls. With the clicks on. He was right under the "don't use your cell phone" sign. I thought about trying to get a photo of him with my camera phone, but hello pot this is kettle calling.

3 vials this time. boo yah.

After that I got a shake and a headache. I don't think the blood draw caused the headache, but the lack of caffeine this morning did. I'm sure it'll be fine by lunch. Yum... food. Coca Cola?

You get a shot... you get a shake

I have a rule with the kids. If at the dr. (or dentist) if they get a shot they get a shake. This isn't bribery. I'm very clear that there is no choice here. You are going to get the shot so therefore you are going to get the shake. It's a spoon full of sugar kinda thing.

Tomorrow I have to get blood drawn to see if I could have passed some bad gene on to the kids. Of course then the dr. is all well let's the do the cholesterol and all that other shit too. So fun. I got roped into a physical. At least he doesn't feel up the prostate until age 40. Maybe I'll just get another healthy note like last year.

I have 2 years to find a doc with really small hands.

Get what? Get back...

Jen and I are trying out new recipes. She has a bajillion cookbooks and we're just poking around and finding some good stuff. So we made our list for this lentil curry dish which calls for shallots. It actually calls for a lot of shallots. So we're in QFC. Yes folks that's a Kroger. We've got everything on this (and then some) minus shallots. So we look for shallots. Can't find them. Don't fucking know what they look like. We know they are onion like. Wait patiently for the woman we'll call "not bitch"... wait no let's call her produce bitch. She's talking to another customer about the weather and such. Not shallots. So fine I wait. Then I ask her if they have shallots. So she says in a condescending way (to be fair I didn't think it was condescending until later), "Yes, sir. They are right next to the garlic." I think she had a "Duh" tone.


So we go and look. Sure enough there is a price for shallots right there but all we see is fucking garlic. Miles and miles of fucking garlic. Also in the next bin is Chinese garlic. (looks like really big red garlic) 2 bins full of fucking garlic and no shallots. I'm trying to decide which garlic is the shallot. (Jen knew better.) So finally after produce bitch is done doing what she's doing. I ask if she's out. Annoyed, she walks up to the Chinese garlic and picks one up and hands it to me. She hands it to me. This is a shallot. I pointed at the sign, "Oh I thought that was Chinese garlic."


She looks down and checks the sign. Then while removing the Chinese garlic she goes on how much things change it's hard to keep the signs up to date. She sounded like I was complaining. OK just for the record it took her much less time to tear down the "incorrect sign" than it would have taken to load the shallots in the bin. Whatever. I'm all ok well we got it now no biggie.

At the checkout the guy is like calling the stuff out and he weighs the shallots and he says, "Shallots... Chinese garlic..." and then after I asked him he explained that they have the same codes and it's the same thing. He was very nice in fact. He even was lamenting how cool it would be if he could just not ring up whatever you had on the bottom of the cart. Obviously they would can him if he did that so we paid for the matchlite...

So check out guy? cool. Produce lady? Bitch.

I want frickin' laser beams

My seriously cool laptop had to go today. I went back to my seriously cool other laptop, but still I was sad. The one I gave up had a touch screen and was a full tablet, and I loved it. It needed some pimping out, but you know it was a loaner. So today when I found out that it now belonged to another group (I'm sorry, are we selling these things internally now? Um, no, but the other group managed to steal some maybe?), I pulled a little bit of a prima donna: don't know, don't care, want another one now. No? Budget? OK, fine, in the old days that would have worked. Now in the whole post-Enron don't back date your fucking options, I can't get a touch screen laptop? Fine. Whatever.

So I go back to my super-cool teeny-tiny no keyboard tablet which does not have touch (did you hear the prima donna in my voice again there? yeah? Me, too. Sorry). Where was I?

No keyboard. You know I love tablets just as much as any other nerd who kinda sorta worked on them, but seriously, people, I have to write email.

Did I mention I love the new lab manager? To pacify (er ... um ... meet my business requirements) me, he gave me fricken' laser beams. I'm not kidding, and it works. Check it out:

I just shot a picture of it with my camera phone so yes it sucks (no, it's not an iPhone, jackass, shut the fuck up).

Water water everywhere...

Jen and I went to go see Marty Riemer's FiveTwentyFunnyFest. This year it had gone upscale and musical. I'll get to the musical in a minute.

It was held at McCaw hall this year instead of the Moore Theater. The McCaw is great. It even has a fountain you can walk in. Well on anyway. As we went from the upscale Italian place we ate. (Jen kept pointing out that our "date night" included eating in the food court. It was, in fact, Michael Angelo's in the Center House. Nice food.) So we walk back down there and there is water running across parts of the sidewalk. It's a fountain that's really very 2D. I wish I had my camera with me. The water runs from one side to the other and into a small drain. You can walk right on it. I guess during the rain nobody notices? It's not like that happens very often, right? Weird but OK. Maybe even kinda cool...

OK I really like the Moore so maybe I'm biased, but I kinda miss that old school feel and flush toilets of yester-year.

You heard me. Er you read that right. The old school 100 year anniversary is coming up Moore Theater has flush urinals... The brand spanking new McCaw hall... nope. I shit you not. The thing is called a "Water free" urinal. Well for those of you who are not familiar with what that might be it's like a urinal but it doesn't flush and it really really stinks. Really. Clearly the person who went for this item of engineering thought. No water? Cool. Guess what? They put fucking water in the thing for a reason the first place. So your (and every body's who went before you) piss goes through a small hole in the "urinal" (I hesitate to the use the term.) and goes into what looks like a holding tank under the hole. But then I'm guess it sits there. I come to this educated guess because despite my bad cold the persistent smell of Stale Urine (not just a great band anymore) is rather overwhelming. I love this green engineering we got. Why don't they just stay out of the bathroom? First the low water it doesn't flush flush toilet (you know the one you have flush 3 times before it works?) I love engineering by legislation. I'm not sure if there is legislation about this new water free (how about "hole?" Yeah. Hole) water free hole, but I guess that guy should have talked to the fountain you can't tell is running 3/4th of the year guy and maybe we could have had flush urinals and foregone the whole invisible while it's raining fountain. Maybe?

Maybe next time I'll just piss on the sidewalk...