Doom’s World

The Cubs are going to be the National League Central Division Champions. They’re the second team in the league to clinch and the first team now has a nearly TWENTY TWO game lead over second place (21.5 to be exact). So while the Angels were beating up on their pathetic division, the Cubs were battling to the top of a three team race. So the Angels don’t count.

The Cubs are also in a race to end the season with the best record in the major leagues. Which would be kinda cool.

Unfortunately all this disappears when the playoffs start. But this news does give me a few weeks without worrying about any curses

Stop. Stop right now. Just shut the hell up and read this.

I got overpaid this last payday. That’s irritating. They’re going to hold it out of my next paycheck or two paycheck (my call) which I guess is the best way. I just want to sort it out quickly as possible.

I’m on the way to Krav for the first time in a few weeks. I’m definitely falling down on the fitness. I need a workout partner. Anyone down? One guy who talked to me about it a while ago has a messed up back now, so I may be a jinx. Like we didn’t know that.

Shit. I’m hungry. Before an hour of intense aerobics. Not a good sign.

Did anyone catch Sons of Anarchy on FX (or hulu.com?) Pilot was pretty good. The dude behind The Shield is behind this, which is a good sign, although I never got into The Shield. Apparently he’s down with a biker gang in Oakland for research.

I sent a funny thing to a friend, when I got no response I texted to make sure it went through. She replied that she wouldn’t be checking her email for a few days because she was really busy with stuff.

My first thought: How the hell can someone go days without checking email?

The next: I’m a connectivity addict.

I can’t remember how I functioned before my iPhone, when I didn’t have email and web access in my pocket. I check Myspace, Wikipedia and Yelp on my phone. I’m writing this post via Wordpress’ iPhone app (I’ll copy it to Myspace later, because Tom and Rupert can’t be arsed to integrate moblogging). I took my iBook abroad yesterday and marvelled that I at one point actually hauled that thing around, tethered to wifi hotspots.

I’m so not ready for the apocalypse.

Is anyone watching Burn Notice? I watched the first seasons yesterday on Hulu (check out Hulu. ‘Tis bomb) and it’s pretty damned good.

So, I’m sick again. Yay. Of course this happens when I have a day off tomorrow. I’m working my way through some Theraflu in the hopes that I wake up in six hours ready to rumble. Ooh, and echinacea(sp?). Can’t hurt, right?

Yeah, tomorrow off. So if anyone in town is free, hit me up. And to the people who aren’t (I’m looking at you, L.S. on the 9th floor). Neener neener!

It looks like WordPress doesn’t like iPhone posts from the web. Sorry to anyone on my feed if they got a super jacked up post. I fixed it now. I’ve downloaded the WordPress app but I need to upgrade my blog before I can use it. Again, very sorry.

I had to repeat week two of the pushup challenge. But BB gave me a hint: close your eyes.

HO-LEE SHIT! She’s right. Pushups are WAY easier with your eyes closed! What kind of mindfuck is that?

How do I repay her? I get her wasted on Jameson’s & Dr Pepper’s (a good combo, esp if you like Dr Pepper and don’t like Jamesons, and there was no Coke at AC/GC), because her Scarlet O’Hara accent comes out when she’s drunk. Tee hee. And it only took three measured shots.

Then I left. I’ve never claimed to be a nice guy.

In other news, my dental adventures are on hiatus. YAY!! My insurance benefit has run out until the “year” starts over in April. What a relief. Of course if something needs to be fixed (like the spot where broken teeth won’t let me floss), I’m kinda SOL. But I waited 15 years between dental work, so what’s eight months? Wait, eight months! I used up my insurance benefit in four fucking months? Wow. No wonder my credit card payments are killing me.

I’ve been on a reading storm. Some good stuff, some bad stuff, some stuff that’s way weirder than it needs to be. For instance, I read that book that Babylon AD is based on. It’s a translation of a French novel and apparently what we call “magazines” the French call “chargers”. Which if you know guns is interesting and if you don’t, is weird and boring. I find it interesting (and it’s actually a better word for it).

Finally saw the new Batman movie. I can’t help but critique the writing when I watch a movie. It sucks. And I finally just came to the conclusion that Batman, for all his badassocity, is a pussy. Just kill the fucking Joker already. Which is not to say the movie sucked. No, no it was pretty damned awesome.

Speaking of not-super superheros, I saw the trailer for the Watchmen movie. I think I may have blogged about it (I know I reviewed it on Goodreads) but I did NOT like the Watchmen comic book. I liked the premise (”masked adventurers”) but the story was lame and the nefarious plot sucked. But I gotta tell ya, Rorschach is so much more bad ass than Batman. If you see the trailer, Rorschach is the guy in the fedora and the funny mask and the voice that says:

The world will look up and shout: Save us. And I’ll whisper: No.

Okay, he’s kind of a dick. But you’d be, too in his position.

Yesterday I started the Hundred Pushup Challenge. It’s a six week program that, at the end of which, you can do 100 consecutive pushups. Some women I know have been doing it for a few weeks and at first I didn’t think much of it. I know how to do pushups. But last Friday they were talking about it and one of them mentioned that things she recognized has heavy before she started the program (I think a bag of kitty litter was the example) didn’t feel heavy any more.

Then Saturday getting out of the shower I got a good look at my arms. And thought about how poor my gym attendance has been, and how long it’s been since I did any weight training.

So Sunday I did the initial test (did 26 good form push ups) and yesterday morning I started. Should be good.

I also went to krav Monday night and it always seems that they find new muscles to abuse. We were doing a (counts) 6 strike combo, then some kicking from the ground, so my arms, back AND butt hurts. Then I did pushups.

It’ll be worth it, tho. Right?

*poke* Right??

Also yesterday, more dental work! I bet you’re shocked. I had scheduled to do a bunch of fillings and an onlay (whatever exactly that is). But the temporary crown on the molar I had root canal’d a few months ago started giving trouble last week, so I called in and arranged to have a permanent put in. The bill wasn’t too bad, I had a credit built up (thanks insurance company!) and for some reason I was expecting it to be more expensive anyway. So, woot!

And I’m formally dieting again. Weighing food and the lot. I started last week, but of course the boss wanted to have a meeting over sushi, and I forgot my lunch. Several times. But all that’s over with. Except I had to eat breakfast out both Monday and yesterday. But I’m on track now! Wait, oh, never mind.

What else, so, I saw Hellboy II. The ads didn’t say it was a romantic comedy. Le sigh.

I found a, um, certain person’s blog. A certain person from my past. I probably shouldn’t be reading this. But I am.

I LOVE fast food. LOVE IT. I don’t, WON’T care of it’s more composed of rBGH & HFCS than honest food by mass. I. LOVE. IT.

I tried to bake some more Cornish-esque pasties tonight (those things are awesome). But the filling mix had, after about two weeks in a Ziploc bag, gone icky. But the puff pasty (I didn’t want to attempt the proper crust, but since it’s apparently capable of keeping the filling hot, pasty intact for half a day AND not turn completely soggy, I totally should) was already thawed, so I just baked it. I think I independently discovered croissants. I ate about half of the big square of puff, with butter. Damn that was good.

I went to krav for the first time in a few weeks last night. I really, really need to stop doing that. Every time I resume krav after a pause I’m sore as hell. My lats and triceps feel like I lifted weights. And I got elbowed in the left temple. Actually I nearly got my eye torn out, more like. But there’s not much of a bruise. We did more ground fighting stuff. Man, I hate ground fighting. My partner last night must be a wrestler, because the first time I went (we were doing side mounts, for the UFC fans in the crowd), he chucked me off him so effortlessly I seriously wanted to just give up. But I didn’t. I soldiered on, took a lesson from it (don’t let him get his elbow under your hip!)

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I hate actually having to work at, y’know. Work. Stupid tenants. I feel like I should blog more about work, but how much of it would any of you understand? I spent a few hours replacing compact flourescent (I never spell that word right) ballasts. Then I found more that the tenant hadn’t told us about. Happy me. Fortunately we ran out of spare ballasts, anyway. We’re getting complaints about a room with no airflow, because the zone’s temp sensor is in an unoccupied space that of course has no heat load (tho it does have a fancy man-sized stuffed zebra, no shit). So the sensor doesn’t call for cooling and since we’re a VAV building, it then doesn’t call for (much) airflow, even though the occupied spaces (with their heat loads) are now too hot.

See my point? (the solution is to lower the setpoint, btw, but the BAS seems to be resetting it).

At Rialto, um, this past weekend some time, I saw an ad for some 80’s metal collection. That got me to thinking of old songs and what did I rediscover but fucking Winger. WINGER! Miles Away is actually even better acoustic solo. Kip Winger has genuine musical talent, whodathunk? (Maybe he found it since his band got impaled by grunge, ps thanks, Youtube). I don’t know why I like that song so much. It certainly doesn’t recall any events from my life (no, really). But it always resonated with me. Maybe it’s my imagination and talent for story telling.

How was everyone’s 4th? Mine was low key. Most exciting part was discovering what happens when you load the ass end of your bike with beer and try to make sharp turns. You damn near fall over, if you were wondering.

Speaking of near death. Did I forget to tell everyone I almost electrocuted myself, um, last week? No, week before. I forgot to turn my circuit tester back on (why do they even turn off??) and cut into a live wire I thought was off. Oops. But it was only 277 volts. No biggie! Nice pretty spark, tho.

I love my neighborhood., originally uploaded by JW Doom.

No one batted an eye when homeboy cracked the Beast in Taco Bell.