Had a huge blowout with the wife. We went to pick up Sarah from her week away at camp. Everyone is happy and Cathy does something innocent and for some reason I found it intolerable and got upset. Cathy unhappy with me driving angry made a comment and I blew up worse and ended up parking the car and started to walk home in the rain. Made a complete ass of myself in front of Cathy and 3 of the kids. I feel horrible. How could I have been that way? There was no good in it and my chest still feels absolutely hollow inside. I question whether or not my heart beats. Of course to add insult to injury was the power cut off notice when we got home.
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
Scheduled Power Outage
According to the nice pink note that appeared on my door sometime between 1:30 and 3 my electricity is scheduled to disappear at 5pm if $300 doesn’t magically fly out of my hindquarters. No matter how badly you hate your job, be thankful you have one.
While trying to make arrangements to keep power the person on the other end of the phone says “Is there anything else I can do to help?” and my reply was “Yes, don’t vote for Bush!”
Political
Cheney says the F word and Bush gets fighting mad!
Nervous
Phone interview in 6 minutes,social networking call (and a very good one), stomach in knots, this morning has been anything but normal, hot as hades in the office.
Tech Time
Researchers warn of infectious Web sites
Goals
a) telephone interview DONE
b) update dice.com
c) email friend regarding dates for helping him
d) email pay monthly prospect DONE
e) contact Linksys re support question
f) email “barter client” DONE
A New Day! Let’s start the day off with a PayPa…
A New Day!
Let’s start the day off with a PayPal donation link:

This Morning
Gentle rain outside. Pleasant to listen to except for the occasional memory that both the windows in the Jeep are down and the thought that kids didn’t zip up the tent. I wanted to stretch out because my back is aching so much from sitting in this horrid wood chair but the time is flying this morning and I’ve got to get productive. Main goal is to prepare for a decent phone interview. If all goes well I’ll have 4 large companies offer me jobs at the same time!
Political
Twinkle Twinkle I’m in the Stars
Today’s Quote
It is a good thing to be rich, it is a good thing to be strong, but it is a better thing to be beloved of many friends.
– Euripedes
Webrings
I’ve always been bothered by webrings for some reason but my wife created Big Family Bloggers and I have joined!
Now off to pick up a child.
The Car Wreck
youthofbritain.com/chillout is getting a lot of press. My original post (doesn’t say anything more than this post)
Progress?
Another local company that I am very excited about has contacted me directly wanting a phone interview for tomorrow.
Memory Lane
I have to post this so I can get the window off my screen. When I was 7 or 8 my brother and I inherited my father’s 45s (that would be a record for those that don’t know) I also had some 78s and 33s of course. We had these until they became a victom of a mass cleaning around age 13. Anyhow, a few of the songs stuck so strongly in my head that every month or so for some unknown reason I hum the tune and a few lines to myself.
I originally thought this one HERE COMES THE JUDGE by Pigmeat Markham was on the B-side of The Monkees D.W. Washburn (D.W. Washburn plays in my head more often and more frequently than any other song I can think of).
Here are the lyrics:
HERE COMES THE JUDGE
Pigmeat Markham
Hear ye, hear ye
This court is now in session
His Honor, Judge Pigmeat Markham presidin
Hear ye, hear ye, the court of swing
It’s just about ready to do that thing
I don’t want no tears, I don’t want no lies
Above all, I don’t want no alibis
This Judge is hip, and that ain’t all
He’ll give you time if you’re big or small
All in line for this court is neat
Peace brother, here comes the Judge
Here comes the Judge
Everybody knows that he is the judge
Everybody near or far
I’m goin’ to Paris to stop this war
All those kids gotta listen to me
Because I am the judge and you can plainly see
I wanna big ’round table when I get there
I won’t sit down to one that’s square
I wanna lay down the law to them that brought it
I’ll bust some head because I am the judge
He is the judge, he is the judge
Who’s there? I is. I is who?
I is your next door neighbor
Order in this courtroom, order in this courtroom
Judge, your Honorship, Hi sir
Did I hear you say “Order in the Court?”
Yes I said order in the court
Well, I’ll take two cans of beer, please
He is the judge, he is the judge
Everybody knows that he is the judge
I had a chat with Ho Chi Min
With cheap rice wine and chased with gin
Won’t take long unless I miss my guess
I’ll have you out of this doggone mess
I sent a cable to Bob and Mac
Let them know I’m comin’ back
Sit right down with Rock and Nick
Teach them boys some of Pigmeat’s tricks
Oh, oh judge, your Honor, Pigmeat said
“Don’t you remember me??”
No, who are you, boy
Well, I’m the feller that introduced you
To your wife… to my wife?
Yeh, life! You son-of-a-gun you
Come November, election time
You vote your way, I’ll vote mine
Cause there’s a tie, and the money gets spent
Vote for Pigmeat Markham, President
I am the judge, vote for Pigmeat
I am the judge, vote for Pigmeat
Now, everybody knows I am the judge

