![](\"https:\/\/imgprx.livejournal.net\/67139c90031f9a2786dd710d0f34d298e950f71dd0127592ada836f34a7a137f\/P2WlxyVijxKgh2tq889fUUMdsf-ah7h000bXCbVUn9jHvRvbmI6aLmkQOml_OWF1lW8ar2qGSQ9BH0Y8jj103mcuqlbuGcii5WMfnkVIAwXoB66rvc4BmjwG7l9xLlgY5F2u8mJcDsF7DQVHOBW6r0Im3B0RAPFvhTkO1l8:_zSQB3ClreCUSiNcjoyf2A\")
<\/a><\/td><\/tr>Saturday Bike
Ride (April 2010)<\/a><\/td><\/tr><\/table>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:365356","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/365356.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=365356"}}],"title":"Doomsday","published":"2010-01-07T04:36:14Z","updated":"2010-01-07T04:37:01Z","content":"Sitting on the couch, blowing my nose and sneezing, I've pulled up Tivo and
there is a program that was recorded from the History Channel.
\"2012 Extinction\"...basically about predictions for the end of the world on
21-Dec-2012.
Hooya! 'Cause really, when one is sick...and tired of being sick...there is
something deliciously nice about watching someone narrate about the end of
the world.
\"Yeah...yeah, get everyone else too. Bitches!\"
*cue sneezing*
Interestingly, the modern Maya are saying \"no, that's not what the calendar
means - the world isn't going to end.\"
The white people who are interpreting the calendar are saying \"Nooo, that IS
what it says, and we know better!
An eye-candy movie released this year compromises. \"Yes, it will be a big
bad earth-crushing disaster...but some select people in big ark ships will
survive.\"
Wouldn't it be more interesting if the prediction was off by ONE day?
Think about it... there are going to be a bunch of people getting ready for
that day, even if they don't believe the world will end. There will be
parties that are making jest of the fact, there will be people digging
shelters in their back yards, and there will be nut-jobs making life a
little more difficult for everyone else by trying to help out the disaster.
If the End of the World happened on 20-Dec-2012... well, to begin with
that'd be a waste of a LOT of alcohol! On the upside, it'd get the whole
event out of the way before people go into a mass hysteria, so that'd be
saving a lot of hassle at the least. Plus it'd be one less day of watching
this damn Tempurpedic bed commercial (which is on right now) and watching
the idiot woman bounce on a bed with a glass of wine to test how firm it is.
(lady...you spill that wine, that is a WASTE and you'd deserve a smack)
I don't want my bed to hug me with squishy firmness. I want to lay on it
and doze off.
Anywhoo...
Even better might be End of the World on 22-Dec-2012. The parties are done,
the hangovers have commenced. That strange man is done hollering that the
end is here. The nut job with the rifle at the shopping mall has been
arrested. The news stations are still talking about it because they have to
fill the time with *something*.
BAM!
Hey, quick fix to the hangovers! What would make you forget your headache
faster than the planet cracking open?
The upside is that the booze didn't go to waste, everyone got to enjoy the
end of the world events a little longer...and the only real downside (beside
that planet cracking open thing) is that it'd be about 12-24 more hours of
watching this damn lady jumping on the bed with a glass of wine.
(supposedly your mattress will last twenty years, which is how long they've
been running this ad. seriously, it's the same glass of wine as when i was
ten and watching her damn feet go up and down on that twinkie-sponge-bed!
the wine's not even good any more twenty years later - who cares if it
spills now?)
Maybe that's why God will destroy the world. Tempurpedic beds commercials.
![\"2012-doomsday1.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/pics.livejournal.com\/dprlynch\/pic\/0003xr12\/s320x240\") "},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:365177","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/365177.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=365177"}}],"title":"Holiday Season","published":"2009-11-21T16:12:05Z","updated":"2009-11-21T16:12:05Z","content":"It is getting to be about that time of year again, and Donald is going to try to get cards out BEFORE Christmas Day this year...so that they actually arrive in mailboxes before Christmas Day.
This would be unlike birthday cards, which are likely to show up in your mailbox a week afterwards...
Anywhoo
ADDRESSES!
To send cards, I need addresses!
You can email your mailing address to dprlynch [at] gmail [dot] com,
or the comments for this entry are set to be screened, so you can comment here and I'll catch the address.
Feliz Navidad & Happy Yule!"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:364829","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/364829.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=364829"}}],"title":"Killer Ants From The Planet WTH","published":"2009-11-12T02:08:32Z","updated":"2009-11-12T02:08:32Z","content":"Monday nights are a reserved tradition of \"Dinner with the Nashes\" (two
married best friends from college, Breann and Lee).
This past Monday night was no different, aside from being viciously attacked
by Mother Nature's minions earlier in the evening.
This particular afternoon, my mobile phone wound up falling off the
passenger seat, between the seat and the door - before I was even off my
street. Pulling back into the driveway, I walked around the Jeep, opened
the passenger door, and proceeded to look for the phone.
OW
Feeling a pinch, I looked down and noticed a humongous ant on my toe.
Like...this could have been kin to Godzilla it was so damned big. Flicking
the little bastard off my toe, I proceeded to continue looking for the
phone.
OWOWOWOWOWOW
A wave of pain went across my feet. With the only coherent thought in my
head being \"WTH OW WTH OW WTH\", I looked down...
...and instead of my pasty white feet in flip flops, saw two lumps of dark
wavy mass at the end of my legs.
My feet were encased in slippers made of ants.
Did I say the words \"coherent thought\" earlier? Yeah, ignore that because
they ceased to exist for the next few minutes.
Also, let me interject here by saying that it's been rare to see any ants in
the yard over the last two years...and even then, teeny tiny ants. But with
the rain we've gotten lately, apparently the ants have become huge
Miracle-Grow Ants and sprouted up all over the place.
Abandoning the Jeep (with its doors wide open and items stacked on the
seat...and not caring a damn), Donald proceeds to run yelling\/screaming into
the house, probably looking a lot like that annoying kid from the \"Home
Alone\" movies. Bursting through the front door, I got the flip flops off of
my feet. This was nothing more than habit because I don't remember thinking
\"hey, these need to come off\".
Don: \"Wow, that was quick, you're back already?\"
Donald: \"AAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!\"
Aaaaand, away I went, running and yelling down the hallway into the
bathroom. The only non-coherent-thought I had was to get into the bathtub
and turn on the water to rinse the Big Bastard Ants off of my feet, which
were no longer feet but lumps of pain connected at the ankle.
Don dashed into the bathroom, trying to figure out what the heck was going
on and I can only imagine what went through HIS head, seeing me doing an
insane version of an Irish jig in the bathtub, water running, hopping from
one foot to the other swatting at them to knock the ants off....and doing
that damn \"Home Alone\" yelling impersonation the entire time.
Somehow, Don connected \"bare feet\" to \"missing flip flops\" and ran off to
get those. Walking back into the bathroom, he tossed them into the sink...
and I have no idea how he *didn't* laugh.
Why?
At this point, I'd realized that the ants were crawling up my legs, a few
inches above the ankle, and had also made it to the inside of my jeans.
No. No no no no. \"Ants in my pants\" is supposed to be an EXPRESSION. A
turn of phrase.
It's NOT supposed to be a literal translation, especially with big bugger
ants that had seemingly cross-bred with killer bees to become Texas-sized
Killer Ants from the Planet What The Hell!
So Don walks in to see me yelling in short bits, trying to make words again,
and viciously trying to get my jeans off.
In the bath tub...
With running water...
Still trying to do an Irish jig...
And still trying to swat at my feet.
Apparently, in my mind, I had four or six arms and this could be
accomplished.
Two days later... my feet are healing from the bites that finally stopped
swelling and are subsiding.
And the ant colony? Dead. Deader than dead.
Dead as in \"bug death fluid sprayed around the ant hill and then bleach
poured down the hole\" dead.
Feel free to call PETA and the Animal Liberation Front...I don't give a
damn. (1) It was self-defense and (2) when they have Magic Biting Ant
Slippers, then they can scold me.
And that was Monday. How was yours?
- donald
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<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:364650","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/364650.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=364650"}}],"title":"Veteran's Day","published":"2009-11-11T00:33:58Z","updated":"2009-11-11T00:33:58Z","content":"I'd like to say thank you to all the veterans and the service that they've
given towards our country: today, in the past, and in the future."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:364388","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/364388.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=364388"}}],"title":"Oooh Shiny!","published":"2009-11-08T16:09:42Z","updated":"2009-11-08T16:09:42Z","content":"It's easy to admit when you suffer from the condition known as \"Ooh, Shiny!\"
in regards to gadgets, toys, etc.
My weakness? Mobile phones.
Once upon a time there was a little Sony Ericsson t610 that kicked quite a
lot of ass, especially for its time. Before the t610, there were boring
little Nokias that made calls and sent text messages, and that was it. This
phone had a camera, could send email, could get on the internet, had musical
ringtones, etc etc. Shiny!
Alas, AT&T merged with Cingular, I moved to T-Mobile, and had to get a new
phone. At some point, a Blackberry Pearl landed in my hands and life was
perfect for a good long while.
Then came the damned iPhone.
Marvelous device, but with three major flaws:
(1) no physical keyboard
(2) only on AT&T (after all this time - what the holy hell)
(3) started an arms race
After the iPhone came out, mobile phone manufacturers began churning out
little shiny gadgets to compete. Touchscreen, GPS, maps, Facebook, games,
etc.
Not being willing to switch to AT&T, options were few...until Google
launched their mobile phone system, Android.
Ooh shiny.
And that is how the G1 came into my life...and may soon depart it.
Don't get me wrong - the Google system is great, but there are some serious
little disconnects in its world.
- The newer updates are not going to be able to go onto the \"older\" phones,
which are only one year old. Lame.
- Google makes the system, but not programs that connect to their web
services except for contacts, calendar, and email. Um...Google Documents?
Google Tasks? Google Bookmarks? Google Reader? None of these handy
Google sites pull down to the phone unless you use the mobile web browser.
Fail. Serious fail.
- Battery life. Blows fat chunks. If all you do is make some calls and a
few texts during the day, you'll be fine. Problem with this idea? It's
pushed as a phone to run programs, do email, browse the web, etc. Do that
and your battery life is a couple hours, maybe four tops. Having a charger
in the car, at home, and in the office is a must. They really need to
design a solar-powered one or maybe wind-powered. Hey, maybe combine that
with a breathalyser program. Not that anyone would do much with the results
but point, laugh, and see if they can get the alcohol level higher...but
maybe it could power the phone while you're getting wasted.
- No profiles. You can't quickly and easily set the phone to \"phone only\"
(for at night so it's not pinging away), or \"quiet mode\" for at work. The
only setting is to lower or raise the volume, vibrate, or all sound off.
Or, there's a program you can download but it's a pain in the ass to setup
and...no, just no. It's not goo.
So the phone and I sit here and look at the phone and it looks back at me.
We realize that our relationship is not the love affair we thought we would
have and, while we aren't hating one another, it's just not an ideal match.
Maybe someday when the Google phones are better (not necessarily the
system...the physical phones). Maybe if the manufacturer, HTC, hadn't
hobbled the device's battery, memory, and speed. Maybe...well, a few
things. Maybe one day we'll be back together in perfect harmony.
The Palm Pre looks enticing but it has that same \"still developing\" aspect
and it's not on T-Mobile, only Sprint.
In the meantime, Blackberry is releasing their Bold 2 in a few days, and
it'll be coming to T-Mobile.
Ooh, shiny!
It doesn't have a touchscreen, but have really just been using that for
maps.
It does have some really great programs that aren't in testing mode but
actually work well.
Shazam is there, so can hold up the phone and it'll tell me what the heck
this song is that's playing (just not the one in my head).
Meebo isn't (little program that lets you log into a bunch of messenger
programs at once), but there's a few good alternatives.
Games can be found to waste time.
Blackberry and I had about two or three happy years together and, while I
don't believe one should ever get back together with an ex, this is
different (no, it really is!) and the Bold 2 could make me really happy for
a couple\/few years.
(that is, until Blackberry releases the Magnum, which looks like the Bold
but you can touch the screen. think Palm Pre...)
OOOH, SHINY!
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<\/a> ![\"G1.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/pics.livejournal.com\/dprlynch\/pic\/0003ths9\/s320x240\") <\/a>
<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:364209","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/364209.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=364209"}}],"title":"Ahoy, Matey","published":"2009-11-04T21:12:25Z","updated":"2009-11-04T21:12:25Z","content":"Aaaand I have been horrible about keeping up with this whole blog thing
lately, which I resolve to correct going forward.
Let's see...lately:
- Had a one-year anniversary with Don (back in mid-September)
- Hit the two-year mark at the Bank (back in late June?)
- Went on a week-long Halloween cruise through the western Caribbean - had a
great time and met wonderful people
- Pandora, my little baby, hit her 10 year birthday (woohoo)
- I'm hitting the limit on the iPod for music and may need to purchase a new
one soon
- Got accepted to University of Houston Downtown to pursue a 2nd bachelor of
arts, this time in History, beginning in Spring 2010
- Will also be going to Houston Community College to take a couple of German
language courses and re-learn that language
Going forward, will have fuller posts.
Sorry!
ciao for now
- donald"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:364027","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/364027.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=364027"}}],"title":"Dogs + Risk = Entertainment","published":"2009-09-28T11:02:44Z","updated":"2009-09-28T11:02:44Z","content":"General Loki, while playing a game of Risk, surveys the landscape and plots
his next move to thwart his enemies.
*cue dramatic music*
![\"Loki](\"https:\/\/pics.livejournal.com\/dprlynch\/pic\/0003rteg\/s320x240\") <\/a>
<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:363694","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/363694.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=363694"}}],"title":"Long time, no hear!","published":"2009-09-23T01:01:17Z","updated":"2009-09-23T01:01:17Z","content":"Definitely neglected the blog for awhile. What's been going on?
Applied at University of Houston Dowontown to pursue another B.A., this time
in History. The application is still in processing, waiting on a transcript
from Kentucky (for the one class taken there...).
Went to Kentucky for the Labor Day weekend. Was missing the family. Have
pictures of the trip to the zoo up at www.facebook.com\/dprlynch
The weather in Houston has slowly been cooling down. Still muggy though! :P
Celebrated the one year anniversary with Don. It might be time to admit
that I have a coffee addiction, as I received TWO coffee machines as gifts.
One was a regular grind and brew, the other a Keurig single-serve machine.
Exercise routine keeps waxing and waning, depending on my mood that
day\/week. The one constant has been jogging.
I keep having a dream where I move to Hawaii or Alaska, neither of which is
going to happen.
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<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:363450","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/363450.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=363450"}}],"title":"Bad Movies","published":"2009-08-23T01:11:37Z","updated":"2009-08-23T01:12:41Z","content":"Don had a movie that Netflix auto-recommended which involved man-sized
beetles in a cave that kill people.
Best line from the \"expert\" in the movie: \"They're possible, just not
probable...\" (and then goes into a spiel about pictures of giant man-sized
beetles in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics).
Bad movie. Bad bad bad. Although the beetles splattering from being shot
by laser guns (not sure where those came from) was entertaining.
It made me remember reading about \"The Deadly Mantis\" (aka \"The Giant
Mantis\") as a kid...a cheesy 1957 movie.
Googled for it.
Google has the ENTIRE movie available for free.
w00000t
Don: \"o.m.g...that is awful\"
Me: \"oooooooooooh, so watching this soon!!!\"
Pandora & Loki: \"oh, joy\"
![](\"https:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/en\/2\/2a\/Deadlymantis.JPG\") "},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:363103","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/363103.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=363103"}}],"title":"Passport","published":"2009-08-22T23:10:28Z","updated":"2009-08-22T23:10:28Z","content":"Went to the post office today to drop off the application for the passport.
This time, we went to the Bellaire location after the stressful incident at
the Oak Forest and Downtown locations which resulted in me wanting to pull a
bitch's weave out and smack her with it.
The Bellaire branch - awesome. They're quick, they're friendly...they're
quick. The last time estimate I saw on the State Department's website a 6-8
week turnaround...that's gone down to 2-3 weeks. Awesome!
The card is a neat idea that I hadn't seen before. It's only good for
Canadian or Mexican border crossings, as well as the Caribbean...and only if
it's not by airplane. Something convenient to have in the wallet, whip out,
and get through quickly.
Well...less slowly. :P
Came home, put up some shelves in the shed...mentally imagined where to put
some more in the future, and did some small reorganizing in the shed.
Then had a nice lazy afternoon. Because a shed...in Houston...in
August...damn, it's hot and will wear you out. Never did get around to
jogging or biking today, but will try to do both tomorrow."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:362928","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/362928.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=362928"}}],"title":"Shorts","published":"2009-08-21T13:17:04Z","updated":"2009-08-21T13:17:04Z","content":"Must be a slow news day, or the media got tired of the health care debate.
'cause seriously - why is there such a ruckus over Michelle Obama wearing shorts on Air Force One?
(a) They were on their way to visit national parks. People typically tend to wear shorts to parks in AUGUST...you know, summer, when it's hot?
(b) They were on vacation. People typically tend to dress casual on vacation. She wasn't on an official trip to an event.
(c) The same conservatives who like to mock the President for being \"The Anointed One\" are now griping because the First Lady is wearing shorts on vacation. Because, you know, she's not a person. She's the Anointed One's wife. Seems somewhat contradictory. If she's just a person, can't she wear shorts.
Politics is getting trite and silly. Can we go back to the good old days when presidential campaigns said that the other side winning would result in women across the country becoming prostitutes...and senators braining each other with canes in Congress?"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:362502","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/362502.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=362502"}}],"title":"Conversations with my dog","published":"2009-08-20T11:33:19Z","updated":"2009-08-20T11:33:19Z","content":"Me: \"Loki - you're going to be 10 years old this spring. Whatcha think
about that?\"
Loki: \"Uh uh. I'm only 7!\"
Me: \"7, huh?\"
Loki: \"Yeah, I'm only 7.\"
Me: \"So what about the photos I have of you from 2000 and 2001?\"
Loki: \"Your dates are wrong.\"
Me: \"Okay, what're you going to do in three years when you *do* turn 10?\"
Loki: \"I'll be 7 again!!\"
Me: \"Aaaaalright Loki, you have fun being 7 - I'm going to finish
folding and putting away this laundry.\"
Loki: \"I'll help with laundry when I'm 10.\"
Me: \"And that'll be...?\"
Loki: \"2050\"
Me: \"Alright, lookin' forward to it.\"
Loki: *wanders off to find a chew stick*"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:362400","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/362400.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=362400"}}],"title":"Parenting","published":"2009-08-16T16:31:37Z","updated":"2009-08-16T16:33:13Z","content":"*Small update on the University of Houston status:
- still waiting to hear back from Admissions on if they'll accept German as
a foreign language (UH-Downtown teaches only Spanish and French but Houston
Community College teaches those two as well as Italian, German, and
Chinese);
- not able to apply until 20-August, since that's when they begin accepting
applications for the Spring 2010 semester
- this past Friday, I went to Stephen F. Austin State University's website
to order a copy of my transcript for my own purposes, so that I can see what
classes I took and have an idea of what might and might not transfer*
~~~
To my amazement, SFA sent the transcript next-day even though I'd ordered it
as regular mail. w00t
Opened up the transcript, browsed through it...and saw \"Parenting\".
Um...huh? Could not for the life of me figure out why I'd taken a course in
Parenting and could *not* remember even a smidgen of the course or the work
involved. This is unusual because for the most boring classes, I can at
least remember bits of the material, being in the class, or flashes of what
the book looked like.
Parenting - nada.
It couldn't have been a class with Breann and\/or Carl, as they'd already
graduated and moved by Spring 2005.
That left Catherine and Tim. So, off went emails to the two, asking \"what
the hey and why the hey?\"
Then proceeded to dig through old Gmail emails to see if something was in
there.
Between those two fact-finding missions, pieced together:
- it most definitely *was* a fluff class (duh)
- it was online (that explains the lack of classroom memories)
- it was boring and pointless as all get-out (duh..see \"fluff\" above)
- it was needed to meet the 140 earned credit-hour requirement by SFA in
order to graduate
Now, bits and flashes of memory are coming back on the class. It's no
wonder that the memories were tossed into a waste bin in the brain.
However, I made a B in the course. I think I remember having an A and
deciding not to do a final project (a PowerPoint presentation) because it
would only cost one letter grade and I had enough on my plate with real
classes (and drinking) and planning for family and friends to come into town
(and drinking) and packing for the move to Houston (and drinking).
In retrospect, I'm not sure whether to feel bad about making a B in a fluff
class...or amused at making that high a grade in a subject for in which I
have no interest (and the fact that I want to smack most parents who are in
public settings and happen to *not* be tending to their spawn).
At the end of the day, I'm going to settle for \"eh, it was 4 years ago, it
was pointless drivel, and a B was fine...especially considering that the
class was forgotten five minutes after the semester ended\".
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"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:362198","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/362198.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=362198"}}],"title":"Supplies","published":"2009-08-05T16:07:58Z","updated":"2009-08-05T16:07:58Z","content":"Ahhh, the thrill of supply orders. :D
It's the first week of the month, so Donald skips over to the supply cabinet and goes through the items, checking inventory and quantities.
Notepads, pens, company swag. Especially the company swag!
It's all the joy of shopping, without having to spend a dime of your own money.
(really hoping they approve the mousepad i put in through OfficeMax...it's not anything fancy, but don't want a basic cloth one - they get funked up too quickly).
Best part of the order: golf balls with the company logo.
No, I don't play golf.
But it's too fun to call out \"Boss Lady, do you want regular balls or pro balls? Professional balls? How many professional balls do you want? You got it!\""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dprlynch:361932","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/361932.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/dprlynch.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=361932"}}],"title":"Anniversary","published":"2009-07-31T16:25:24Z","updated":"2009-07-31T16:25:24Z","content":"I've been with the Bank for two years as of today.
:)"}]} |