Reality Me

Postcards from Hell’s Kitchen gives us a good picture of the Republican Party.

I have this naming convention for changes. I create a folder "perclientname" so I might have folders for "perdoug" "persusan" etc. I have a client now named rick. I’m changing my naming convention.

I’m not sure why they want to speed the process along. I mean, I don’t have a good life insurance policy or something beneficial. But I am quite certainly my family is making a calculated effort at trying to give me a heart attack.

Abraham Lincoln’s famous self-instruction: “I do not like that man; therefore I shall get to know him better.”

Whether or not ol’ Abe ever said that is irrelevant. What great advice!

Found out one of my mentors from college occasionally blogs. He and another (works for HP now I think), whose site is not coming up at the time of this post, were more influential to me personally and professionally than they will ever know.

Student: Do you ponder death?
Master: I ponder life.

Student: I made a mistake.
Master: Will you do it again?

Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.
– George Bernard Shaw

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I advocate the use of Lavasoft’s Adaware (I’ve gone so far as to become a reseller of their Plus version). I also highly recommend Spybot Search N Destroy. I have always been very wary of other programs as potential trojans claiming that they are scanning when in reality they are installing or removing all but their own adware or spyware. I just found a fantastic list of such evil programs. I know nothing about spywarewarrior but this list will be read by me quite a bit now.

Finding time to do all the things that need to get done and want to get done isn’t easy. Usually weekends need to be spent on family and home maintenance. Cathy and I have discussed expanding the kids horizons with experiences such as PYO farms. Kids need experiences to grow. Often we write off a weekend in the name of getting things done. Forgetting that our children don’t care about work and responsibility is inexcusable. Finding the time to help them experience people, places and things other than a Playstation, television or Internet chat is essential.

Here’s an interesting read.

I was having a conversation with my brother-in-law when it suddenly dawned on me that I’m growing stupid. See, I used to have a fairly decent grasp of the English language with good spelling skills and proper grammar. In our conversation I accidentally used the word "immigrating" when I meant "emigrating." After enduring the mandatory southern education joke I had the following epiphany:

I blame the kids.

See. I used to spel gooder had decent grammer and what not. But I never realized that when they say "knowledge is gained" that they really meant it. See I thought "knowledge is gained" meant if you study hard you will "learn" but apparently there is a conservation of knowledge in the universe. So as one person gains knowledge, others must give it up. Kids gain knowledge at such a rapid rate that parents come across as babbling idiots. Society blames it on them "being tired" when in reality they have truly become "babbling idiots" which also explains why teenagers feel that they know more than their parents; in all likelihood, they do.

With the number of kids we have at the age ranges and the gross knowledge transfer, Cathy and I are lucky that we are smart enough to get out of bed in the morning.

This also explains why there will always be someone dumber than yourself that you have to deal with unless of course you just happen to be the dumbest person in the universe in which case your best friend is probably a rock.

Canada is trying to pass a law that could make Google and The Wayback Machine illegal.

I woke this morning at 5:30. I was calm and well rested. Then my mind kicked in and realized that I had not intended to sleep. Then it worked up. Instead of rationally getting up and starting my day the panic grew. I had to lie in bed and work through it but it worsened so I hid. My mind retreated to sleep where my panic controlled my dreams. An hour and a half later I woke again with tension still in my chest; my heart feeling like it beats softer; my lungs incapable of taking a full breath.

I have a love/hate of the panic attacks. I have them infrequently now-a-days. I know they are irrational. I know they are counter-productive. I should be able to subdue them. The affect on the mind and body is almost similar to how one would feel after a hard workout or thrill seeking like parachuting or rappelling. I suppose there is an actual adrenaline rush which would explain that feeling.

Time to brew some coffee and try to make up for lost time. Type faster! Faster!