May 12, 2006

• Personal Updates

  Greetings friends, conversationalists and music lovers all across the fruited plains! There’s so many ideas swimming around in my head and I don’t know where to start. I would talk about my crackhead girlfriend, but I’m afraid that if I do emotions will get heated.

  Politics
  Speaking of heated emotions, I want to come right out and prep everybody for what’s going to happen in the coming weeks and months. You know this is an election year, so of course, I’m getting back into politics. I won’t be able to comment on every issue because I have too many verbose thoughts on each. Because I can convey more substantive thoughts in 10 seconds then most people do in their entire life, it would take multitudes of beautiful, sexy secretary-types to transcribe it all. And you wouldn’t be able to get it all in over the course of one lifetime. So it’s better for both you and me this way. Suffice it to say that if I take the time to type out a 3000 word monologue, I feel pretty strongly about the subject.

  Said that to say this: it’s time to run the disclaimer again just so no one gets offended. My blog is for me, by me, of me. That is, I write for my gratification and my gratification alone. If you like it fine. If you don’t, lump it. I’m not discouraging debate here. I’m merely saying that it’s of no use for you to start flaming. It will get you no where except thrown out of the arena of ideas. If you want to debate the issues, then by all means pull up a seat and chew the fat. But flaming will not be tolerated.

  Balderdash
  Let’s see…in 30 seconds or less, I’m going to talk to UAH tomorrow (Friday) and see what it’s gonna take to go back to the Universtiy of Ass Holes. I’ll probably wait around in line all day in order to ask two questions and then scurry off to work.

  Speaking of work, I’m not liking how slow it is. No orders = no tips = people got to go home = no money. I confirmed that the resume was delivered for the DTP job, but I haven’t heard from them as of yet. Will keep you posted. If any of you know where a real job is that I can have, don’t hesitate to mention it. In fact, I might even offer a small stipend for acting as my personal manager.

  I see traveling to a small town in the very near future…will let you know what happens here.

  There is talk that Eclipse Kid and his girlfriend are going to the aquarium in (memory’s failing me at this late hour) Chattanooga(?), TN in the not so distant future. I’ve been invited to join. What fun!

  Speaking of the the old boy he officially graduated today. I went to get a cake decorated and a video game that he wanted as a graduation present. Now of course, I waited until the last minute to do this. They’re still remodeling at the University Drive Walmart. Went there right before work. They didn’t have the game (because they didn’t have the shelves put up) and they said I had to give a 24-hour notice if I wanted a cake decorated.

  Got off of work a touch early and went to the South Parkway Walmart. Originally I was thinking a red velvet cake, but I didn’t know how he’d like it. Both they and University were out. He called me from work (he decided he didn’t want to walk for his degree) and I told him that I had went to pick up the goods. Ironically, he asked for a red velvet cake. (Some one remind me to tell the story of red velvet cake someday.) I told him they were out. So I guess he thought that I wasn’t getting him anything to mark the occasion.

  Well, I found at both locations a “confetti” cake. It’s a vanilla cake where the sprinkles are mixed into the batter. At 2330, the South Parkway Walmart, closed bakery not withstanding, decorated the cake for me. It said, Con “grad” ts Eclipse Kid. The first word was in brown on one line and the second on the bottom in red. Alas, we had no camera to manufacture moment memorabilia.

  He came home and we chilled. And chilled and chilled and chilled. I was waiting on his girlfriend to come over. When she finally got here, I presented both to him. Apparently, he must not have expected anything because his face lit up like a kid at Christmas who got that toy they had been coveting for oh-so-long.

  I now understand the true meaning of friendship and wish I had more of them.

  Promises, Promises
  I promised Howton that I’d have a specific post ready for him when he awoke. It will probably take me an hour or two, so I wont’ be getting around to it seeing as it is 0500 and I need much sleep before I have to be up to go to UAH and then work. Know that it’s on the way.

  Afterthoughts
  I wonder how Dad would feel if I took him golfing for Father’s Day. (He doesn’t play, though we tried to get an interest one summer. He just doesn’t make the time.) I wonder if his acceptance of the idea would change if he knew that I wanted to have a cigar on the course.

  Would it bother any of you if I posted several times a day, or would you rather I just post once? Does length of post matter?

  Ran into John and Beth at the mall the other day. They helped me select a blue-faced, silver rim and banded Relic watch. Kudos.

  Read this.

  Open Forum
  If you have an issue you’d like for me to address or a question you’d like to see answered, leave a comment on this post. Don’t hold your breath.

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  UPDATE:
  Went to UAH this morning. Weird! I didn’t have problem one. The person I needed to speak with was taking walk-ins, and I didn’t have to wait. That’s strange. Furthermore, there was no hassle coming back. (I had been gone for just over a year and they had changed systems in that same time period, so I was expecting major problems.)

  Coming back flawlessly scares me because I normally have to fight the system every semester. Maybe because I’ve put in enough time it’s all the sudden easier then it used to be. Hmmm.

  It appeared that I had my old professor back in the fall. Alas, he’s moving to Athens State. He did say that he’d been asking around about me. That was…most unexpected. He was completing his doctorate when I left. I had taken two classes from him the semester I quit. Hated to let him down like that. But it’s nice to know that he was thinking about me. Maybe he did really mean what he said when he said that I was his favorite student. Let me tell you about him.

  First of all, he’s a light heated guy. The first day of class he’d always put an “A” on the board and say, “This is your grade. You don’t have to worry about it if you’ll show me that you’re paying attention.” He’d then go on to describe his late policy.

  I don’t accept late work. It isn’t fair to you and it isn’t fair to me. I teach three or four classes a semester and I’m working on my doctorate. I can’t keep up with it if it isn’t turned in on time. And it isn’t fair to the rest of the class if you can still get credit for not meeting the deadline that they had to. But…there’s an exception to every rule.

  Several years ago, there was a kid in my class who tried to turn work in late. I told him, “Man, you know the late policy.” He said, “Yeah, I know, but I had to go up to Tennessee to get my parents out of jail.” So if you can beat that excuse, I’ll let you turn it in late.

  I hate to see him go, but it’s better for him. Gonna miss him.

  I signed up for tutors for the classes that were kicking my ass last time I was there. Also signed up to tutor some of the other subjects that I’ve enjoyed helping people with in the past.

  I’ve got to send out emails getting authorization for classes and so forth. If I have time this afternoon, I’ll type up the afore-mentioned specific post. If not, tonight or tomorrow. Further thoughts to follow.

  Further Thoughts
  Ran into an old classmate that I never paid any attention to. Don’t want to date her or anything, but I’ve got a feeling that if I’ll just dress for school every day, I’ll be in low supply and high demand.

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