Friday, November 10, 2006

chore-filled weekend

I've put them off long enough. Sometime over the weekend I will have to do a lot of chores.

• Laundry. I've stretched things out after continual procrastination, but I'm down to clothes that I can't really wear to work -- jeans with holes, sweats, t-shirts. I must have about 6 to 8 loads here. I'll do 4, probably on Saturday afternoon/early evening, then try to set another time later in the week.

• Dishes. I'm at the point where I almost want to just go out and buy a cheap new set of silverware and other things, rather than wash all the dishes. LOL ... how sad and bacheloresque is that?

• Grocery shopping. After a week of mostly fast food and takeout, I really need to restock the larder, including more fruit and salads and stuff, to make sure my weight and clothing sizes don't start going the other way.

• Clean the clubs. OK, this at least is a happy chore, because it means I'll be getting my golf clubs ready for a round on Sunday. Will be playing with S and my godson, but also two other co-workers, C and M. Should be a good time.

• Bathroom scrubbing. I did manage to clean the toilet earlier in the week, but I need to do the tub, shower and sink, and mop the floor.

• Sweeping. Need to get the old broom out and clean up ... and eventually mop, I suppose.

• Mail a package or two. Got some stuff that's been sitting here; got to get them packaged and shipped out.

• Start holiday stuff. Look for Christmas cards, fill my wrapping stock, make my list for shopping purposes.

Speaking of that, so far, I will be sending out an additional 4 Christmas cards to bloggers this year. There's still time if you want a holiday greeting card from Guam. Simply send me an e-mail with the snail mail address of your choice (work, home, p.o. box, etc.). There's still about 3-4 weeks left before I send them out, so I will post the occasional reminder.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

holiday decadence ...

The treat I most associate with the Christmas holidays isn't candy canes. Nor is it sugarplums (whatever the hell they are) or gumdrops.


It's fudge.

My mom always made fudge around the holidays ... it's a great winter treat because it keeps better in the cold. In fact, before refrigeration, it's about he only time you could make it, get it to set and stay unmelted for any length of time.

My mom's fudge rocks. I've had some that were as good, and loved those fudge places at the malls where you could see them make it on the big marble slabs, using modified snow shovels.

As your Early HNT from Guam treat (albeit late), here's me indulging in the first fudge of the season (store-bought gift from a friend, but you take what you can get).

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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

election, schmelection ... and sleeping issues ...

So on Election Day, my shift was radically different from normal — 9 p.m. to 6 a.m., to help coordinate and produce an election extra, since the counting is never done until the wee hours of the morning here. Idiots.

I made the mistake of not sleeping in to recharge from the weekend, in which I mostly went about 5 hours of sleep or so, thanks to my reawakened gaming addiction. I got up around my normal time, which is 9:30 a.m. So, as a result, I was a bit tired during most of the night/early morning, struggling through that need-sleep haze.

And, of course, things are botched, though no more so than normal, by the government, so the final counts aren't done until about 6 a.m., which meant we had to push our deadine back to 7 a.m. This, in turn, gives me that infamous second wind — all fired up by the stress of trying to get late comments from candidates and then putting that into story skeletons and then copy editing that, along with writing headlines, checking cutlines, getting late photos input, etc.

The deadline rush, as good print journalists anywhere will tell you, is a real high. You just shift into this concentration of focused news aggression, trying to hammer things out while still being accurate and producing compelling copy and design. And there's several people on this conjoined rush of news juice, alternately meshing to an uber unified journalist and yelling at each other.

And when you're done and the deadline is met and you're dead tired and sore and exhausted — your mind still is in that overdrive mode, and it's impossible to come down from that with any kind of quickness, let alone instantaneousness (don't think that's a real word ... sue me).

It's the first time I've been awake that early and seen the sunrise since the Primary Election, but at least that was on a Saturday and I had Sunday off. So four of us go to a nearby coffee shop/diner place for breakfast. We even have coffee with our various breakfast dishes (I had a grilled egg, ham and cheese sammich and a side of french toast).

By this time, it's closing in on 8 a.m. I head home, but I still can't sleep. I game a little until that heavy pressure of sleep finally breaks through the adrenaline-fueled deadline buzz and pushes my eyelids down. I go over to bed and, unusual for me, have sleep crash down almost immediately, a little after 9 a.m.

I'm up at 1:30 p.m. I should sleep another hour or so before I have to trundle into work, but I don't.

So tonight, I should be asleep nice and early, right ... once I leave here (I'm posting from the office)? I mean, after all I've only had about a total of 15 hours of sleep over the course of three days.

Well ... there is a poker game starting any minute in Barrigada. I might be able to get there before it fills up. Last week I hit it for close to $300 and haven't had to go to the ATM in about 8 days despite all of the expenses I've racked up ... and that's always a good thing, so maybe I'll head over there to try my luck.

Or I can try to get my Night Elf up to level 22 so he can wear the new class of armor, upgrade his quarterstaff and learn some new, fancy druid spells.

blog peer pressure meme ... heh

Stolen from the many blogs I've seen this on recently ...

1. Explain what ended your last relationship.
An existentialistic differing over worldviews and ethos … plus her ice habit and the act she didn’t love me.

2. When was the last time you shaved?
Does the last time I was shaven count? Saturday.

3. What were you doing at 8:00 am this morning?
Blissfully asleep.

4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
Wishing to God that it was legal to physically strike employees, if they were proven idiots.

5. Are you any good at math?
Well, considering I can calculate the area underneath a curve … duh.

6. Your prom night?
Was pretty cool to start out with. My date was a hot junior, though just accompanying me as a friend, and, in a total surprise, the entire class of 1987 pretty much came together early and named me king. Ended sucky, when I went outside to smoke and ran into my date playing tonsil hockey with a good buddy of mine.

7. Do you have any famous ancestors?
The story is that the origination of a Chamorro George is because of an English doctor, who was pretty much kicked out of England in the 1700s sometime, traveled the Pacific on a ship. Island natives across Micronesia, including Guam, were so grateful for him saving their lives from things they normally died from, that they offered up their women to him, who in turn had babies who were given his name. Supposedly I have distant relatives scattered throughout the region. Also, my dad always said one of my mom’s ancestors was famous … until he was hanged as a horse thief. Heh.

8. Have you had to take a loan out for school?
No … I busted my ass in high school so my parents wouldn’t have to worry about my tuition and stuff, graduated as salutatorian, which meant a four-year scholarship that also provided an annual stipend of cash. Two years after that, I was chosen as a Truman Scholar, which meant more money for school-related costs.

9. Do you know the words to the song on your Myspace profile?
Fuck that place.

10. Last thing you received in the mail?

11. How many different beverages have you had today?
Assam Black Tea, King Car Lemon Tea, Pepsi, coffee, orange juice … so five.

12. Do you ever leave messages on people’s answering machines?
I’ll call you and let you know.

13. Who did you lose your concert virginity to?
Joan Jett and the Black Hearts at Six Flags … followed shortly thereafter by ZZ Top and Night Ranger.

14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?
OK, that’s an idiotic question, even if I didn’t live on a tropical island.

15. What was the most painful dental procedure you’ve ever had?
When they installed my poison-filled tooth.

16. What is out your back door?
I live in an apartment and, thus, have no back door.

17. Any plans for Friday night?
If I did, like I would tell you so you could try to horn in? Seriously … writing editorials and playing World of Warcraft until I’m so tired I’m almost dozing off in front of the computer. Exciting, no?

18. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair?
Heh-low!!! Huge shaven skull here, people!

oh ... and a teeny hat ... heh

19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns?
Yes … some office coworkers give the shittiest exchange gifts.

20. Have you ever been to a planetarium?
Actually, I’ve been to four of them. So, hah!

21. Do you re-use towels after you shower?
After I get out of the shower, I am the cleanest thing in my apartment. Therefore, the towel is clean, if not cleaner, after drying me off. Yes, I know this is a single man reaction, and also one used by those who hate laundry.

22. Some things you are excited about?
*in best De Niro voice* … I heard some tings!

23. What is your favorite flavor of Jell-O?
Orange, with carrot shavings suspended throughout.

24. Describe your key chains.
I’ll do better than that …

Top left: Key to lock on spare tire, mounted in truck bed. Top right: Mail key. Bottom left: Gas/convenience story scan thingy. Bottom middle: House key. Bottom right: Truck key.

25. There was no # 25. … So here’s mine: What’s your favorite politically incorrect term for a male homosexual?
Turd burglar. Cracks me up every time.

26. Where do you keep your change?
Balinese carved box: Pennies. Smaller Balinese carved box: Dimes and Nickels. Small bag that once held Crown Royal: Quarters.

27. What kind of winter coat do you own?
The coldest it gets here is 72° Fahrenheit. I have no winter anything.

28. What was the weather like on your graduation day?
Dark … it was held at night.

29. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed?
Cracked open.

30. Did you read this far?
No, I just made up random answers to the questions.

Monday, November 06, 2006

told ya ...

So lazy this weekend that I didn't even bother posting.

Up way too late (early) thanks to gaming with My Favorite Person so I'm off to bed for 4 hours of sleep before a crazy 3 days of election coverage.

Hope ya'll had a great weekend.