Being Boring
Man! I am SO bored. It is a beautiful, if a-bit-chilly-for-June, day, yet I am getting no thrill from it whatsoever. I have nothing to do and little to look forward to. Oh sure, I have a sexual rendezvous pencilled in for the coming week and the anticipation of it has me semi-erect most of my waking hours. But other than that, it definitely appears that I've lost yet another friend to a budding relationship. I have no one to play with. :( Everyone is with their respective others. So I sit here on a glorious Saturday afternoon, reading year-old Playboys (which isn't really helping with the whole near-constant erection thing), considering whether it's time to call up the B-list friends. Or maybe make some new ones. Cos it's simply too nice out to sit on my couch and watch The Gilmore Girls. Seriously.
In other news, I have been on fire with the whole running thing, increasing the distance and intensity of my runs, something that has, historically, led to injuries. And this time was no exception. I really should've taken Thursday off, as that's what my body was telling me to do, but it's like an addiction, you know, so I ran and ended up with a limp. I took yesterday off and while it's still a bit raw, I managed a short-ish run this morning and feel fine for it. Maybe I'll sneak another short run in tonight. I don't have anything better to do. :)
Also, I accidentally got a bit drunky Thursday night. It was quite a blast. I do that maybe two or three times a year, at the most. Usually I stop at three drinks, tops. But every once in a while, the stars and moon align, heh, and I get myself ripped. It started, as these things usually do, with happy hour. Allan and I had a great conversation at the Bird, over pizza, moon bread, and their famous $1.90 doubles. Then it was off to Mountain Town, where, while things begin to get a bit fuzzy, I definitely remember talking to Matt from the bike shop and some fellow Sloan fans. And, of course, Rachel, who I think enjoyed our drunken shenanigans. Then it was off to the Stone, which is really not my thing. So after a few minutes there, leaving Allan behind, I flew down the block to Rubbles to see Those Transatlantics...and every Mount Pleasant hipster I know. This was good fun too. The band seemed awfully good (I'd love to hear an actual CD). I also vaguely remember stepping into Marty's for two seconds. I don't know why, or why we didn't stay. But hitting all those bars, all in the downtown area, I am amazed at how much there is going on in a single night. In the summer. Eh. Maybe I'll go out by myself tonight.
In other news, my machines are turning against me. First, my three-month-old picture phone completely crapped out on me Thursday night. At that rate, it cost me $100 a month. Luckily, I still had my last phone, so I just had that one turned back on. But I'll miss some of the features of the pic phone. Oh sure, I didn't NEED Allan's or Anne's or Diana's picture to come up when they called. But it was neat. And I also had a distinct ring tone for each of these, and other, callers. So I've lost that too. Which sucks.
And then I get this persistent, undeletable-by-mere-humans virus on my laptop. Oh, I suppose I deserve it, as I was looking for that famous topless pic of Jackie O, something that traditionally leads one to the seamier neighborhoods of the Internet. So it's this admittedly brilliant virus that changes your Internet Explorer start page, taking you to a page where you then download more malicious executables. And did I mention that it turns off your popup blocker? Yeah, it does that too. Like I said, brilliant. And apparently system restore will not fix this one. But I seem to have it 95% beat by simply deleting the files manually. But I am seriously considering wiping out the HD and reinstalling Windows and all my apps. Hey, I've got nothing better to do. :)
Well, I guess that's it.
Oh yeah. And I just started reading this.
And, I just remembered, today is the one-year anniversary of the purchase of my Ford Focus. I took delivery on June 19th of last year. I was just saying to someone the other day that a year is nothing. It really isn't. It seems like just yesterday I bought that thing. And considering how little I drive, it's still practically brand-new. 5400 miles on the odometer.
Okay, I guess that this is really it. Hasta.
In other news, I have been on fire with the whole running thing, increasing the distance and intensity of my runs, something that has, historically, led to injuries. And this time was no exception. I really should've taken Thursday off, as that's what my body was telling me to do, but it's like an addiction, you know, so I ran and ended up with a limp. I took yesterday off and while it's still a bit raw, I managed a short-ish run this morning and feel fine for it. Maybe I'll sneak another short run in tonight. I don't have anything better to do. :)
Also, I accidentally got a bit drunky Thursday night. It was quite a blast. I do that maybe two or three times a year, at the most. Usually I stop at three drinks, tops. But every once in a while, the stars and moon align, heh, and I get myself ripped. It started, as these things usually do, with happy hour. Allan and I had a great conversation at the Bird, over pizza, moon bread, and their famous $1.90 doubles. Then it was off to Mountain Town, where, while things begin to get a bit fuzzy, I definitely remember talking to Matt from the bike shop and some fellow Sloan fans. And, of course, Rachel, who I think enjoyed our drunken shenanigans. Then it was off to the Stone, which is really not my thing. So after a few minutes there, leaving Allan behind, I flew down the block to Rubbles to see Those Transatlantics...and every Mount Pleasant hipster I know. This was good fun too. The band seemed awfully good (I'd love to hear an actual CD). I also vaguely remember stepping into Marty's for two seconds. I don't know why, or why we didn't stay. But hitting all those bars, all in the downtown area, I am amazed at how much there is going on in a single night. In the summer. Eh. Maybe I'll go out by myself tonight.
In other news, my machines are turning against me. First, my three-month-old picture phone completely crapped out on me Thursday night. At that rate, it cost me $100 a month. Luckily, I still had my last phone, so I just had that one turned back on. But I'll miss some of the features of the pic phone. Oh sure, I didn't NEED Allan's or Anne's or Diana's picture to come up when they called. But it was neat. And I also had a distinct ring tone for each of these, and other, callers. So I've lost that too. Which sucks.
And then I get this persistent, undeletable-by-mere-humans virus on my laptop. Oh, I suppose I deserve it, as I was looking for that famous topless pic of Jackie O, something that traditionally leads one to the seamier neighborhoods of the Internet. So it's this admittedly brilliant virus that changes your Internet Explorer start page, taking you to a page where you then download more malicious executables. And did I mention that it turns off your popup blocker? Yeah, it does that too. Like I said, brilliant. And apparently system restore will not fix this one. But I seem to have it 95% beat by simply deleting the files manually. But I am seriously considering wiping out the HD and reinstalling Windows and all my apps. Hey, I've got nothing better to do. :)
Well, I guess that's it.
Oh yeah. And I just started reading this.
And, I just remembered, today is the one-year anniversary of the purchase of my Ford Focus. I took delivery on June 19th of last year. I was just saying to someone the other day that a year is nothing. It really isn't. It seems like just yesterday I bought that thing. And considering how little I drive, it's still practically brand-new. 5400 miles on the odometer.
Okay, I guess that this is really it. Hasta.
posted by Price at 12:15 PM
2 Comments:
Have you run AdAware and SpyBot on your machine? They're both very good at picking up (and getting rid of) those pernicious bugs. download.com has them both. Freeware!
Oooh! Good tip! Thanks Anne!
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