Groucho, The Legend Continues

(12:22:48 PM) Groucho: man is it weird to want to go eat at 11?
(12:23:02 PM) Groucho: because I am getting persistent **** for eating at 11
(12:23:23 PM) Groucho: from one person, granted
(12:23:51 PM) Groucho: if your breakfast consists of coffee and hatred, you eat lunch at 11
(12:23:59 PM) Groucho: this is basic science
(12:25:56 PM) Groucho: if you rise at the very asscrack of dawn and fell trees with the flat of your palm before sitting down to a hearty breakfast of entire oxen and roofing nails, you get to wait until noon

That sort of reminds me of some of the explanations i've read of esoteric forms of buddhism.

A master and student were walking down the street in NYC. The master looked at the student and asked, "Do you hear the birds singing?" The student laughed and told him that he couldn't hear anything with all the traffic and noise.

They walked another half block when the master took some coins out of his pocket and tossed them on the ground. The student and other people nearby all looked at the ground hoping to see the money. The master just looked at his student and smiled. "We hear what we want to hear..."

Nice blog! Even if I don't understand the tech parts.

I'm disappointed more of those stories don't end with the student punching the master in his stupid esoteric face.

that's a different genre

zen slash fanfic dot com imo

i'm here for the chan bang

Today I had to fill out a bunch of forms for a government background investigation thingy for work.

It was embarrassing, I had to admit that I never registered for selective service and I can't remember exactly how old my Dad is and didn't want to call him. I just wrote in the margin that he's a couple years older than Mom and when I was a kid I'd play with his vinyl Steppenwolf albums and I'm hoping that kind of gives them a good approximation

They'll know you were born to be wild. You're sunk.

Pulled me out a zucchini this morning. Old Lady's gonna make me a zucchini bread



also the garden needs weeded desperately but 70 hour work weeks are not compatible with gardening

Haven't felt like writing anything. This, however, is fantastic:

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/se.../#.Ug46IWSzq99

(3:52:46 PM) Groucho: so there wasn't any peanut butter
(3:52:56 PM) Groucho: but I'd already gotten bread out, so I put honey on it anyway
(3:53:04 PM) Groucho: and then I didn't want to be the guy that just ate honey
(3:53:13 PM) Groucho: but I could really only find cucumbers? so I used those
(3:53:52 PM) Groucho: and then as I'm leaving, someone comes into the kitchen and wonders why I have cucumber sandwiches
(3:54:01 PM) Groucho: which whatever
(3:54:18 PM) Groucho: but I didn't really want to admit that they were honey and cucumber sandwiches borne of necessity and depravity
(3:54:28 PM) Groucho: so I said "oh, there wasn't any peanut butter"
(3:54:40 PM) Groucho: but now she's convinced that I need to put hummus and tzaziki on it
(3:54:58 PM) Groucho: and she's almost literally dragging me back in the kitchen to put hummus on my ****ing sandwich
(3:55:10 PM) Groucho: so now I have to admit that there's also honey on there, which grosses her out hardcore
(3:56:09 PM) Groucho: and then someone else basically waits until I'm back on my side of the building to say "GROUCHO! DID YOU REALLY MAKE A CUCUMBER AND HONEY SANDWICH?!"
(3:56:15 PM) matthew: this is the best story ever
(3:56:15 PM) Groucho: so now everyone knows
(3:56:19 PM) Groucho: **** 'em; it was amazing

moar groucho

groucho is not a clockwork orange

I had like sort of a mini nervous breakdown on Saturday over dumb work deadlines and feeling ****ty and then proceeded to lay on the couch for two days watching the US Open and reading raimon pannikar.

probably going to repeat that process this weekend.

(2:29:26 PM) Groucho: so I found the mythical Fourth [redacted] Bathroom
(2:30:12 PM) Groucho: there's the one across the hall, the one that technically is over on [redacted] side, and the one downstairs in the chaos room
(2:30:25 PM) Groucho: but there's one in the basement behind a locked flight of stairs
(2:30:39 PM) Groucho: so you have to take the elevator down there
(2:31:04 PM) Groucho: down a windowless hallway next to a set of locked doors
(2:31:15 PM) Groucho: but it's single-occupancy with a fan
(2:31:31 PM) Groucho: and, aside from ****ty 4G reception, you **** like a king
(2:31:45 PM) Groucho: A KING I SAY
(2:31:54 PM) Groucho: I found out about it indirectly
(2:32:05 PM) Groucho: someone was saying that one of the employees had found a new bathroom
(2:32:12 PM) Groucho: and I noticed him getting into the elevator every day
(2:32:36 PM) Groucho: and after eliminating the possibility that he was ****ting in there, I decided to ride down there and see what was up
(2:33:06 PM) Groucho: this is basically the software office jockey's equivalent of cortez' lost city of gold

I used to eat peanut butter and honey sandwiches when i was a kid but then one time i got sick and threw them back up and i never tried them again.

So I came home last night and the wife's car had a flat tire. Oh ho ho no worries whatever. I'll pop the wheel off this morning and she can take my car into town and get it either fixed or a new one or what the **** ever

Except I have a dirt/gravel driveway and it's been raining for days and the ground is so soft, I can't get the car jacked up in any sort of stable configuration. So I jack it up, but the wheel is a bit stuck probably from all the road dirt/mud whatever. Jack falls over as I'm trying to get it up. Second time, rinse/repeat. So I go stalking around and find some old piece of plywood to put under the jack hoping this will work. Third time, get the tire partway off and the jack collapses again, but the car is still on the tire, it's just half off. Fantastic!

Fourth try: got the wheel off yay! then the jack fell over but since I'd jury rigged the **** out of everything the car is effectively sitting on top of the jack, which is horizontal, which is sitting on top of a rock, thus keeping the actual axle assembly off the ground. I consider this an unmitigated success.

Also I have a second jack which I'm going to repeat this process with when I get the tire back. If I don't actually break anything it will be shocking

This blog is going to be much shorter if you have to type all left handed. Take care mang.

There's not really any way for me to get injured doing this unless I decide for some reason that it would work better if I got underneath the axle, which yeah, that's not a thing

Doppelganger or very strange bot?

So I have a gmail account that's basically firstname.lastname@gmail.com. Right-o. Standard stuff yeah?

I get weird random confirmation emails from websites sometimes where supposedly someone has signed up using "firstnamelastname@gmail.com", as well as like weekly playstation live newsletters. I even sometimes get personal emails about some kind of like work softball league. All for firstnamelastname@gmail.com, which is definitely not me.

The volume has been so low for a while that I've just been assuming it was like some goofy typo that only happened periodically, but today I got a fair amount of website signup spam, including for a site that indicates my alter ego is also involved in some kind of software related enterprise.

So I wonder if he also gets my email. So I sent him (me) an email asking him about it. Of course it showed up in my inbox, but I want to leave it unread for a while because I'm not sure if he (me) will see it if I delete it.

Are you out there, secret doppelganger?

Have you taken your pill yet today?

That seems to be becoming common. Chips had the same problem, right, and my wife does, too, in low volumes.