I’m older?

Scott wrote this in the late evening:

So, today was my birthday, and technically, it still is my birthday for a little while longer. I do intend to be unconscious for the remainder of it though.

A “team building” activity at BJ’s Restaurant and Brewery was planned for tonight based on “we can’t wait for Friday” it seems. And I was pretty much instructed that I had to be there. Which didn’t work out too badly since after a two hour lunch, I was leaving work around the same time as normal people. Which reminds me that sashimi for lunch makes for a happy Scott the rest of the day. I’m not sure why, but it put me in a really good mood. Something to keep in mind for the future.

Anyways, back to BJ’s, someday I’ll have to look to see exactly what was in the drinks that were bought for me, other than “ethanol, some filler.” After several hours of water and bathroom trips, I’ve made it home though. Really none the worse for the wear, so far. And it did seem to make it a pretty good birthday celebration, in which I was not filled with burning rage towards whomever is shooting my car with a BB gun and breaking the lenses on my rear lights and chipping the paint. Which has been really annoying me this week.

I get blamed for everything

Maui Le Fonze wrote this in the late afternoon:

So…drowsy…

Drowsy.

What do you want?

What!?

Hey! Somebody’s torn up a roll of papertowls! I bet it was one of those outside cats. You should hit them with sticks.

 I've never seen this before.

Of cars and whatnot

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

So, in today’s saga of “I need to get rid of this car before a meteor strikes it” My air conditioning no longer seems to be functioning. This is annoying, as it was warm today. This is additionally annoying as, whomever will be offering me some sum of money as a trade-in towards my next car is likely to notice that. Which reminds me that I should reattach the pieces that are under the seats sometime. They’ll probably notice that too.

This weekend is looking like a good time to go out and do some car shopping. I’ve been looking online, and while no one has anything I’m really excited about, there are a lot of possibilities. A few of which I might even be able to afford to purchase. Then on the “not quite able to afford to purchase” are the things like a 2006 Chevy Aveo hatchback. Which are sexy. Not so much in the “get the chicks” way, as the “sleek and shiny, and would fit in my bed if I could get it up the stairs” way. Which is probably best that no one ever thinks about, because that’s a bit odd even for me.

I’ve come to the conclusion that either no one buys hatchbacks, or no one ever trades them in. I’m not sure which it is yet, but there are very few used ones around to be purchased.

Next year, Google gets a Valentine’s Day card

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

Google+Mars=Love

I’m now very happy I figured out what setting I needed to turn back on to be able to see Google maps pictures. Now I can look at Mars, and the locations of things on Mars, like the rovers Spirit and Opportunity.

I don’t know why I like Mars so much. Maybe because I’m an Ares, and Mars and Ares are analogous gods. Maybe because it’s the closest planet one could survive landing on with reasonable planning and equipment and I’d like to go there. I think I may have mentioned it in my livejournal sometime that I’d still go, knowing that it would be a one-way trip.

Milestones in Blogging

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

Today I became popular enough to get spam comments. Yay. So now I’ll go about the process of figuring out what I want to do about it. Option 1 being, I’m lazy, I’ll do nothing, and gmail seems to be capable of figuring out what is spam and not notifying me I have new mail so I won’t be bothered. Option 2, is to add some sort of challenge question to the posting process. Option 3 is to wage an unending unholy war against whatever IP happens to be used in sending me the comments, sending tremors through the very fabric of the internet in my fury and wrathfullness as I hunt them down, one by one with the unstoppable laser-like focus of my will no matter where they hide, no matter how innocent of victims of malware co-opting their computers for the other forces of evil they may be as my packets of doom, nay, my packets of righteous vengeance (have I used vengeance yet?) propagate outward on the web to do my bidding.

Right. So, option 1 it is for now.

So close.

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

Today was a time card submission day, and my total hours was 99.25 for the two week period. I’m kind of sad to be that close, but not break 100. Well, maybe next time period. Or whenever the next big study finally starts. I seem to be co-study director for it, so, I have a strong feeling that it’s going to be horribly time intensive, and cause the QC department, who will be running somewhere over 1000 assays per week for the 5 weeks of the study, to hate us forever.

Possibly that’s why I’m at home tonight. We were supposed to go out to celebrate someone from QC’s birthday, but the organizer and the person who’s birthday it is chose to cancel, so now we aren’t. Or maybe some people are going somewhere else, it wasn’t really settled while I was around.

Tomorrow brings another day of hiking, assuming it doesn’t rain. Hopefully I won’t fall off the trail again this time. I am vaguely reminded that I should look into weather conditions and what is in my backpack, and possibly go out and get some stuff. So, most likely I’m not home all night tonight afterall.

PS: Miss Password-Protected-Entry, perhaps you could clue me in? Or I could try to guess. That might be fun too.