recurring dreams

The other night I dreamt that I went up in an elevator inside some building that was under construction. They had only built up 20 or so floors but the elevator let me go up to where the 80th floor would be. The doors opened and there was nothing outside. The whole elevator was waving back and forth in the breeze. You could see out across some weird city to the ocean on a sort of gray day. I was so terrified but I slid over and pressed the button to go back down and I just closed my eyes and hoped that it would get back down okay. At some point I poked my hand out and grabbed the elevator cables to help slow it's descent.

P.S. Did anybody notice that the first season of the State is available on iTunes now? Sweet.

Vomit...wretch...vomit/vomit...wretch...

Geez, I suck at blogging lately. What does it take? Perhaps a shite-encrusted day like I had today. Basically I got to work with one of those people who criticizes your every-waking-move and then asks you questions about yourself and mocks your answers. It was good times all around for me. But it's over now, and I feel like chonicling some of life's recent events. Not chronicling, Chonicling.
Here goes:

Went to Jase's new pad, which is pretty sweet, albeit at least 24 light years away (estimate). Notice in this pic some of mom and a strange circular cement chunk. This, I am told, will soon become an astrological observatory dome. There he will take more pictures like the one he took with the Hubble Telescope and convinced his nephew that it was his own handiwork.

Lucy, meet Lucie. I dig this pic.

Car-Tar Binks, ready to kick some jedi arse.

tee-hee-hee.

Adam sure has himself some kids now. Sheesh! Cute kids. Sven, Bjork, Johanne, Krill, and Ektorp.

View from work. I can't wait to get cancer again. I'm totally chilling here.

Dad, finally owning up to his short-haired destiny.

Flew home (sucked) to see my little baby and maleficent (totally sweet). They are coming out now! Well, not now, next week.

So, today sucked, but just for part of it. I saw a sweet procedure. And it is now 6:00 and I am going to RE-Lax. Not relax, RE-lax.

Bro: Guitar Hero is Calling my Name. RanDom CaPitalIzaTions AbouNd!

Self-portrait

So, it is now 9:56 am on Saturday and I am done with work. What a magnificent feeling. I don't know what to do with myself. I'm thinking I'll watch a little tennis, maybe take a shower. Who knows.

I want to give a shout out to the fruit of my loins, and the mrs. Can't wait to see you!

Back home and away from home à la fois

So here I am in Utah for 4 weeks. I couldn't bring the mrs. and the little one as was planned because of the cursed c-section. This makes for a very unfortunate set of circumstances. At least I can hang out with Pete...oh wait, he's in California now. Ok, then Rob...oh, he's in Florida. Ok, Eric...nope, Minnesota (or is it Wisconsin? Sorry, between Wyoming and Pennsylvania it gets kind of blurry). Alright, well maybe I'll call Connor...oh wait, he's in Boston. The point=everyone is gone!
But my broheim is still here! And we are currently ignoring each other on both of his macs. Look how fun this is:

I'm jealous of this sweet macbook.

I used to love having the window seat on airplanes so I could check out the scenery and try and guess where we were. This desire was supplanted by a need to be able to exit to the Lavatory at any time necessary without stepping over strangers. But today, some pee-hole had taken my seat. Instead of getting up when I showed him my boarding pass he said, "oh you can just sit in my seat. 32F." As in, F-U. Being the pacifist that I am I surrendered faster than the french and took his shite-seat which happened to be the last seat on the plane. And it was a window seat. But this ended up being a pretty sweet experience, at least until my bladder began to twitch around Colorado. I got to watch the clouds and the mountains and the amazingly straight roads between farms.


I got all nostalgic.

And the story that preceeded this lame seat switch was noteworthy, my awesome itinerary required that I make a connection in Atlanta, the largest airport in the modern world, from one end to the other in 15 minutes. Needless to say, this required running for 5 minutes or so to get to the gate. When they announced the last call to board I was 10 gates away. On top of this, I somehow managed to forget deodorant this morning, so my pits were drenched.

X-men 3 was the airplane movie. It was decent, given the circumstances. I wish Juggernaut was a bit cooler. And I wish their were fewer voice-shaking Magneto speeches.

One last note: I miss my wife and my little lucie already! How am I going to make it 4 weeks!??!?

Ok, that was the penultimate note. We ate at my former place of employment today: Eat-a-Burger.

It was pretty great in that the food had hardly changed at all. The fry-sauce was priceless. I still remember the recipe, I think: 30 pounds of mayo, about 32 ounces of Mustard, 4 giant cans of tomato soup, liquid smoke, and something else. It's so weird, but strangely tasty. Ok, I'm going to go be in Utah now.