"Trash goes IN the trash can, not ON the trash can."
Author: Doug McCaughan
Father of 5.
Juggler.
Ticked off at blogger.com.
Protected: Life in a cube
Doug’s Mantras
My son is a speed demon in his math class. He tries to be the first one finished and it is damaging his grade. To address this, I have him repeat this mantra.
The winner at math is the person who gets the answer correct, not the person who gets the answer first.
My regular morning
I awaken at 4:30am. Head to the bathroom only to hear water running through the pipes. We have a leak which is one of the toilet valves. That’s a $14 part and an hour or two of my time of which I have neither so I mentally calculate the increased water bill and decide to live with it until the weekend.
I make it upstairs to work. See I work two jobs: my day job and my freelancing on evenings and weekends. I get logged into my pc but the cats won’t leave me alone. I concede and feed them an hour early. The kitchen drips to further taunt me. And my MacBook decides it doesn’t want to boot. Ah, productivity!
Did I meantion I work three jobs? I’m also a full time tech support guru but I don’t pay myself very well.
Deep Thoughts
Today I vow to be a better person than I was yesterday.
And it goes on
I died but I kept on living
To prevent others from suffering my fate.
The chore of living broke my resolve
I bear witness to my mistakes repeated
By those I swore to help.
Lambs to the slaughter
All I can do it watch
For I died but kept on living.
Life without spirit
Is nothing more than death without an end.
Coffins never closed
Bodies never decomposed
Zombies all around
On some grand purposeless walk-about.
From point a to b and back again
Always feeling the same thing.
No spark, no variety, no fire.
Passion gone
Buried with the deceased
Even though he still breathes.
Deep Thoughts
I don’t understand.
The morning thus far
Woke at 4am to walk the dog. Woke at 6:05am to wake the children. Over breakfast, dreamed of DIY and teaching my children all the things that I haven’t. Spent yesterday realizing that a half a decade has gone by send I taught my children Diamoku but never went beyond that. I want to teach them mindfulness. I have dozens of posts I want to blog. I want to revamp my blog to show all my content feeds. I want to refine my content feeds and get video casting and podcasting on a schedule with topics and introduce Amy and Evan to podcasting. Went to the elementary school to get a picture of the color guard doing the flags. Helped them but forgot to get the picture. Did a little programming on a client website. I downloaded Duolingo to my cellphone and began a Spanish lesson but realized I shouldn’t be doing that while driving. Committed myself mentally to completing my HAM radio license. Began listening to the latest episode of A Buddhist Podcast.
A great start to the day!
Popurls.com is down!
My favorite site, http://popurls.com, has been down for two days! Popurls is an aggregator of news feeds. It’s geek crack. If the site every comes back, and you aren’t careful, you can lose a day of your life just clicking links. With the site down, it’s like going to your drug dealer and being told he’s out. Anyone know why Popurls is missing?
Update: Just down for maintenance.
How not to do a 4 day week
Monday was a holiday. So between Tuesday and Friday I worked 55 hours.
Of course, as soon as my body has recovered, I think I’ll spend many hours this weekend programming for a client.
Cannot stay awake
The animals woke me at 5:30am for walking and feeding. I was wide awake. Tried to convince myself to chant. Tried to convince myself to have coffee and read a book. Instead returned to sleep until 6:40 but on the positive side Evan and I missed the bus so we took it upon ourselves to start the flag rotation for the Webelos at the elementary school.
Deep Thoughts
The problem with porn is that you can see too much.
(n.b. I’m quite pleased at the numerous insertions of double entendres in this post.)
Of Grasshoppers
Student: I do not like the person I have become.
Master: Will you be that same person tomorrow?
From the mouths of babes
Cathy: "You are returning that funeral home questionnaire!?"
I am addicted to my wife
I have an addiction to Cathy.
Individuals who regularly cuddle can become addicted to each other. They can experience oxytocin withdrawal when apart.
