Friday, May 19, 2006

It's official:
This 'blog can now be accessed at big damn URL. Go ahead. Try it out. It's awesome-tacular.
Yep, I stepped up and dropped the big $5.99 on my own domain name. I'm not looking forward to updating all the T-Shirts and Action Figures that are spinning off this online phenomenon, but who am I to stand in the way of progress?
I'll tell you who I am.
I'm the proud owner of The Player's Handbook II, that's who. On my way to work Thursday I stopped at Borders and grabbed a copy as I walked to the coffee counter. You'll be relieved to know that it is every bit as awesome as it looks.
I spent the rest of the day in training, listening to a guy drone on about different things I'm not interested in doing. I've had to tone down my interaction with the class as the other tech is fishing for a do-over in San Francisco. I can't act like I'm learning anything or it'll bust that deal all up.
On another note, I set the national speed record for successful completion of the lab associated with chapter 14 of the advanced class. You can bet I cheated. There is no steroid test in I.T.
The "high" light of Thursday would have to have been a co-worker's suggestion that we skip out during a break in class for a drink. Now, to me, this suggests a trip to the convenience store for a bottle of Diet Black Cherry Vanilla Coke (because they are always sold out of Pibb Zero). Apparently sometimes this also means a trip to a pool hall where the co-worker has two Jack and Cokes and two shots of tequila within a half an hour. And also where I lose at pool. Wow. I really suck at pool.
Plans for Friday include completing the training class in silence and then dashing off before real work is pushed towards me.
Also, I'm wearing jeans.
This weekend I hope to catch up on yard work before another game of Werewolf: The Forsaken. I have new ten-sided dice. New ten-sided dice = w00+.
There has been no progress on 'Big Job Hunt 2006', but these things take time. The last thing I want to do is jump right back into another non-stop crap-festival. Until then, the new motto is 'W1ll Fr@g 4 f0Od'.

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