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July 23, 2004
Good news...bad news.
First the good news. I bought a sweet new computer. I am now the proud daddy of a 12" Powerbook. Bask in my coolness.
Now the bad news. My security clearance was not authorized by the Department of Security Services. No idea why. Now, after three months of waiting to hear, I get to spend another couple months trying to figure out what happened.
So. No move to LA for Lee. Very bad.
Next week, I'm going back to Portland as scheduled. I'm going to visit the lady, and hopefully get some traction on gainful employment. I'd be quite happy to work up there...it's pretty country.
Anyhow, that's that. Prayers and cash donations gratefully accepted.
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July 19, 2004
Been some time...
(This is shorter than my initial post that got et by my web browser. Grumble.)
Hokay, so what's up with me? Well, I'm on tenterhooks waiting for Raytheon to green-light my move to El Segundo, CA. If you know anybody there, please tell them that I'm super-cool and I've got a master plan. I want to move to the beach!
Apart from that, I'm just trying to not go stir crazy. I got to go on a little trip over July 4th. My sugar momma, Barb, flew me out to Portland OR for a couple days. Got to spend some quality time with the ladytype, which was most agreeable. Portland is a beautiful city. I got to meet a bunch of Barb's friends over Ethiopian food (which was delicious, and not a cricket to be found!). They seemed to like me all right. Not surprising...who can resist my boyish charm?
Then there were a few weeks of just hanging out and trying to stay out of trouble. There was a Tommyparty, which is always good for some fun. And, my mom inherited her father's target pistols, which have gone to the range a couple times. I'm looking forward to practicing with them some more...I'd like to be able to call myself a good shot.
This weekend, my buddy Dan celebrated his wedding at an open house. It was kind of weird to run into my middle school principal at a social function, but I think I handled myself well enough. It's odd to think of Dan married, with an eleven year old stepdaughter. It's hard to figure out who's going to get who into more trouble. I think Malissa's going to have her hands full, particularly when Kitty (their amusingly-named Great Dane puppy) gets her grow on.
Congratulations, buddy. Long life, many blessings on your house.
Then, I went over to Neil's birthday party. Not totally sure why, but there were people who were running around without shirts on. Not all were male. It was like a Tommyparty, only earlier, and without the hot tub. Happy birthday, Neil! Call those dinosaurs!
Sunday, I woke up with a sore throat, which meant that I wouldn't be able to scream too loud at the They Might Be Giants concert that evening. So I took it easy until about 6:00, when Teel called. She told me that I was about to be kidnapped for a baseball game and the concert. She'd been given a pair of killer seats for the Rangers-Bluejays game at The Ballpark. I was a little worried about getting to the game for a useful amount of time, and then getting back in time for the concert. Teel essentially told me "Shut up and get in the car."
Yes ma'am.
She was a lot more polite about it, of course, but the implication was clear. So, we set a land speed record getting over to R&S's house so Teel could change clothes. Teel then opened a dimensional rift between Carollton and Arlington, delivering us at The Ballpark at the bottom of the second inning. The Bluejays were already up 2-1. Eek.
Now, I should go ahead and admit that I'm not a baseball fan. In my mind, the average baseball game takes about 5.4 years to complete, during which absolutely nothing happens. Now Teel has a little different perspective, since she gets to look at baseball players with tight butts in tight pants. I don't share her predilection, but I can certainly understand it. Our seats were perfect for batter-butt-watching, since we were right on the first base line eight rows back from the field. So we grabbed some beers and some peanuts, and I settled in for the long haul.
The Ballpark is a really cool place. The seats are comfortable, the Jumbo-Tron is sufficiently jumbo, and the butts were tight.
Teel's rubbing off on me. That's scary.
So, up until the 8th inning, the baseball game was lining up with my preconceptions. I was having a good time guessing which batters were going to foul a ball into my forehead (didn't happen) and munching on salty salty peanuts, and chatting with Teel. Then, in the bottom of the 8th, Teel told me that the Rangers were about to score four runs, and then two more in the ninth. She was wrong.
The Rangers scored SIX runs (two RBIs and one honest-to-God bases loaded Grand Slam home run) in the eighth, and then shut down the Jays' batting roster in the top of the 9th.
Game over, have a nice trip back to Canadia. If you hurry, you can get back there in time for summer.
Now another dimensional rift happens. Teel gets a text message at 9:55 (as we're walking out of the park) that TMBG are about to go on stage. We pile into the car, and set a record hurtling across Dallas to get to Deep Ellum for the show. We walk in the door just as the band is launching into the national anthem, Istanbul's Not Constantinople. YAY! We went upstairs and met with Tommy Heather6 Greg and TonyM. We then proceeded to rock out.
I hadn't listened to any of TMBG's stuff that's come out since I was in college (the first time), and I was pleased that they were still going new places with their music. It was an awesome show. Can't wait to get a hold of their new album, and see what else comes out of their collaboration with H*R. I like the video for Experimental Film, directed by Strong Bad and The Cheat. Sweet, sweet meme collision!
So that brings us to today. Gonna touch base with my recruiter and my security officer at Raytheon, and see what's up. I'm hoping hoping that they tell me "Lee! You need to be here Monday!" Failing that, I'm going back to Portland at the end of the month (sugar momma got a raise and needs help celebrating. w00t!), including an hour layover in Las Vegas. I'm gonna stick a dollar in a slot machine and try to get rich.
So. Until then, I bid you peace and happiness. Rock rock on!
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