[1:31:36 PM] Kyleen: nice man is shoveling my walk. ^_^
[1:31:45 PM] citizen of the planet: nice
[1:31:47 PM] Kyleen: Of course, I have to pay him. But it means I don’t have to.
[1:32:20 PM] Kyleen: He’s a guy that goes door to door.
[1:32:40 PM] Kyleen: He did a good job before. And he’s got pretty eyes. What better qualifications?
[1:32:41 PM] citizen of the planet: easier on you and your knees
[1:32:46 PM] Kyleen: That too.
[1:32:51 PM] citizen of the planet: maybe you can come up with other ways to pay him
[1:33:07 PM] citizen of the planet: sounds like stuff you can write fiction about.
[1:33:14 PM] Kyleen: Hahaha. Little flirt doesn’t hurt.
[1:33:24 PM] Kyleen: But he told me before he was doing it to “help feed the babies.”
[1:33:43 PM] Kyleen: Mmm… man with children…. Probably has a wife/girlfriend too.
[1:33:43 PM] citizen of the planet: just means you have to try harder
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You have to try harder
I want that shit fried, yo!
We’re in a period of monitoring again, leading up to Christmas. For evening shifts, we’re required to carry the rotating BlackBerry, be online, and check the performance graphs every now and then. The BlackBerry has and MSN client on it, so prior to leaving work I attempted to sign in. When I did, it told me that I was signed in with the following name: “I want that shit fried, yo!”
No shit.
Just moments after I popped online I got a message from someone on the client side: “Excuse me?” Heh. I had to scramble to change my name to something a little less offensive. Maaan.
So, I admit that the name didn’t come out of thin air. There was a point when I proudly had that name up. Of course, all of my work and client contacts were blocked at the time. It was after a night of wandering the Dōtonbori area in Ōsaka. My friend and I had just come out of eating poisonous blowfish in sashimi and fried forms. While on a gondola in the discount store Don Quixote we were talking about how just about everything tastes better fried. That’s when I proclaimed in the deepest, loudest, gravelly voice I could muster: “I want that shit fried, yo!” When we got to the hotel room I went online and that was my MSN name. What I don’t particularly understand though is why that name has stuck around, especially since I’ve had a couple of other names–especially “citizen of the planet”–as my MSN name for a long while. If all worked as expected, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself with the client. Luckily the person who contacted me was pretty cool about it, but still.
Well, now that I’m in a more sober state, I question the wisdom of everything tasting better fried. I remember the deep fried Mars bar I had at the CNE. That was pretty nasty. Although, it wasn’t so much the taste that was nasty but the greasiness of the surrounding corn dog batter. So wait, what if the chocolate bar was more lightly fried in a lighter batter? Think: tempura. I’m sure that would be a little bit better, eh? I say the all-you-can-eat sushi places around here have a new product to add to their menus. It’ll sell! Seriously! I want to be able to head in and say, “I want that shit fried, yo!”
Except…not.
It’s the delicious one
[1:30:53 PM] citizen of the planet: went to a local place and got a roast pork special. i swear they damn near gave me half the hog
[1:31:14 PM] Kyleen: It’s good to get value for your hard earned money.
[1:31:16 PM] Kyleen: LOL
[1:31:22 PM] citizen of the planet: i know!
[1:31:28 PM] citizen of the planet: you know those round foil containers?
[1:31:32 PM] citizen of the planet: half was pork
[1:31:48 PM] Kyleen: You have left overs then? Lunch tomorrow! Perhaps dinner for your family…
[1:32:01 PM] citizen of the planet: hah. no. i’m eating the whole thing
[1:32:48 PM] Kyleen: Isn’t gluttony one of the seven deadly sins?
[1:32:58 PM] citizen of the planet: it’s the delicious one
[1:33:15 PM] Kyleen: (I thought that was lust… but maybe that’s just me.)
[1:33:22 PM] citizen of the planet: point taken
So, in summary: don’t be stupid
This past weekend a colleague of mine ran his first 5K event and clocked in at 25 minutes or so. Wow! That’s quite decent–especially for a first go at it. I’m absolutely genuinely happy for him. I remember all of the feelings associated with completing one’s first race. There’s that sense of accomplishment for doing something that might have been unlikely just a few months ago. When you slow down to a stop after the finish line there’s a wave of absolute euphoria that takes control and seems to beat up fatigue until it’s whimpering in the corner. In my case, there were also some tears of joy at having made it to the end. So yeah, first races like these are really times.
When I hear of these stories though, I have to admit to sometimes feeling a bit down on myself. I mean, I work hard at running. Even at this point though, I know that I am completely unlikely to run a 5K race at those blazingly fast times. It sometimes makes me sad to know that I’m *so much* slower by comparison. I can’t help but feel a bit of envy, know what I mean? Some days I feel that I just plain suck.
The good thing is that this self-pity party never lasts long.
It’s been drilled into me repeatedly that running is all about racing against self. I know that. I fully acknowledge that. Everyone is at different levels and everyone has different goals. What matters is that I am running for myself and not others. I’ve been running for 14 months now. I know that I’ve improved so much over that short time. God, I am so proud of my achievements. I may still be a “back-packer” but I’m still enjoying every moment.
I suppose I’ll close this set of thoughts with something that a friend told me when I was tell him about this small bout of insecurity:
[10:01:07 AM] Jebus!: I could probably go run 22 or something right now…doesn’t mean I can run 10k for shit
[10:01:28 AM] Jebus!: And doesn’t mean I’ll get better at all
[10:01:39 AM] Jebus!: So, in summary: don’t be stupid
Simple advice. Probably best advice.
Mentally unstable minority
[11:42:42 AM] Jebus!: kill anyone yet?
[11:42:57 AM] my ox is broken: no. i did not get bloody satisfaction.
[11:43:13 AM] my ox is broken: however, i have been given some work to quench my thirst.
[11:43:17 AM] Jebus!: nice
[11:43:33 AM] my ox is broken: tis the least they can do for paying me to be here
[11:43:51 AM] Jebus!: I guess
[11:43:57 AM] Jebus!: They probably get a tax credit or something
[11:44:06 AM] my ox is broken: wha, for hiring a minority?
[11:44:23 AM] Jebus!: Mentally unstable minority
[11:44:27 AM] Jebus!: double-dip
[11:44:28 AM] my ox is broken: figures.
Painting from splatter
[9:05:39 PM] my ox is broken: quick! boot pick!
[9:05:49 PM] jenelle: brooke & syesha bottom
[9:06:02 PM] jenelle: i’m so tempted to say syesha goes
[9:06:07 PM] jenelle: in a carly-esque elimination
[9:06:15 PM] jenelle: but i think its brooke’s time to say goodbye
[9:06:53 PM] my ox is broken: syesha gets to stay in the mansion while brooke gets the one way ticket to the everyman shanty town?
[9:07:24 PM] jenelle: yeah
[9:07:27 PM] jenelle: i guess so
[9:07:35 PM] jenelle: damn ur witty banter is getting better with time
[9:07:55 PM] my ox is broken: maybe i’m just losing my mind
[9:08:19 PM] jenelle: or maybe you’re high on the good stuff
[9:08:22 PM] jenelle: and i mean LATE NIGHT CODE JAMS
[9:08:26 PM] my ox is broken: or that i like painting pictures from the splatters of my verbal runs?
[9:08:31 PM] jenelle: OOOOOOH damn
[9:08:38 PM] jenelle: that was hilariously disugsting
They always help…
Just a continuation of the previous chat log…
(10:48 PM) crunchy frog: i apologize for that.
(10:50 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: LOL
(10:50 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: Dont
(10:50 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: its a good analogy
(10:51 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: If you knew the guy with the big wang you wouldnt talk to them while you were in the changeroom naked
(10:51 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: but once your outside you would
(10:51 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: but any time you see them in the changeroom, you’ll probably be reminded of the big wang
(10:51 PM) crunchy frog: exactly
(10:52 PM) crunchy frog: lol. shit. i’m posting that analogy.
(10:52 PM) crunchy frog: another day.
(10:56 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: lol
(10:56 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: big wangs always help
The karaoke and “big wang” analogy
(10:42 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: mild social stigma?
(10:43 PM) crunchy frog: everyone was kind of ribbing the people going up and saying that karaoke in the office is pretty ridiculous (really, it is…)
(10:43 PM) crunchy frog: i think it was more of a “i can’t believe they’re willing to do that”
(10:43 PM) crunchy frog: and i played along
(10:44 PM) crunchy frog: and then i sang…and i suddenly felt like no one would talk to me for a while. lol
(10:45 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: lol
(10:45 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: true but its an in the moment thing
(10:45 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: If you go to karaoke anywhere its like that
(10:45 PM) crunchy frog: true, i guess
(10:45 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: Some people cant wait to get on the mic
(10:46 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: and some people cant wait to get out of there
(10:46 PM) crunchy frog: hahah
(10:46 PM) crunchy frog: i guess
(10:46 PM) crunchy frog: how would i compare it….
(10:47 PM) crunchy frog: it’s like..you’re in a locker room and you see a guy with a big wang. you avoid all eye contact and conversation but subconsciously you’re in awe. you just hurry to get out of there…but then outside everything is normal.
(10:47 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: LOL
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