I got some love from someone I don't know!
Yay!

I guess Bits & Pieces has reached 100,000 visits. Looking at his statistics, I'm his 12th biggest referral.

This made me want look at my own site statistics. Since opening the doors on Jan 31, 2005, I've had 3,743 visitors. I think that's pretty good since the only advertising I've done for this site would be through my AIM profile. Some of my friends have figured it out through my email address, but aside from those two things, I find that number to be higher than I would have expected. I'm averaging 21 visits a day over the last two months. I don't know 21 people who know this site exists! I have a sneaking suspicion that a lot of those visits are coming from spiders, crawlers, and other sorts of bots instead of actual people, though; so I'm probably getting like three visitors a day in reality. So to the tens of you visiting this site or have this site bookmarked, thanks. :) You should make this your homepage! :)

I wonder how well I could be doing if this weblog had a focus and some advertising. Even just word-of-mouth on my part. Maybe I should start hosting porn and watch my site get shut off from using too much bandwidth. That'd be kinda cool.

Let me tie up this entire post with these deceivingly dirty images, which I got from work email as well as B&P. Tuesday Funnies

The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing of one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are the 2005 winners:

1. Cashtration: The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
2. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.
3. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
4. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
5. Bozone: The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
6. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.
7. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
9. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
10. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
11. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
12. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
13. Decafalon: The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
14. Glibido: All talk and no action.
15. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
16. Arachnoleptic fit: The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
17. Beelzebug: Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
18. Caterpallor: The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.

I was initially going to share Things to do in a Terrorist Attack, but since I found it online, it spares me the effort of coding it to look nice. I personally like to pin down "terrorist arrows."

The Tuesday Funnies are in jeopardy of drying up. About a month ago, we had some sort of Photoshop flame war in my department, and a week later, a copy of the email use and privileges was given to everyone in the company. Perhaps that was coincidental (maybe they send this out every year?), but since the rules and regulations state that email is for work purposes only, I haven't received a forward since. I do have a few tucked away on other email accounts, however. "Gentlemen, behold!"
Sometimes, Aqua Teen Hunger Force is too funny for its own good.

Frylock: Carl, my man, what's up?
Carl: I don't have any food, so get lost.
Frylock: Carl, dinner's on us tonight, 'cause you know what tonight is, don't ya?
Carl: Oh yeah. Tonight I'm uh... downloading porn at 14 kilobits a second.
Carl: (laughs) I'm just kidding, I... I got a cable modem back here.

(episode: "Super Trivia")

Frylock: (Referring to the Remonster) He's dead.
Oglethorpe: Impossible! The Remonster can only be killed by stabbing him in the heart with the ancient bone saber of Zumakalis!
Emory: Or probably his head or lungs too, just stab him wherever really.
Oglethorpe: And the saber probably doesn't have to be bone.
Emory: Yeah really just like anything sharp just laying around the house.
Oglethorpe: You could poke him with a pillow and kill him.

(episode: "Universal Remonster")

Random thoughts
Didn't do much this weekend. Headed home early to get a haircut. Worked on Sunday. Had a post-work lunch with the people in my department. Thought about doing some geocaching afterwards, but I sought closure on something that's been nagging me for a while instead. Despite my attempt, that didn't pan out either. Son of a...

Since they built the bypass around my hometown, I never had a reason to go through town unless I needed gas, to go to the post office, or if had to visit the hot chick that wants me at the bank. Now that I don't live there on a full-time basis, I even have less reason to do so. It surprises me each time I go through there now. There is so much commercial land for sale now. And new commercial chains keep coming in. Wal-Mart will be here soon, and I'm sad that they took away my candlepin bowling alley to build an Aubchon's Hardware store in its place. Hmmph.

I was somewhat worried that the place across the street (where I live in Keene) was a fraternity, but I gather that it is a hangout for some middle-aged clique. Kinda like The Elks or The Moose Club. There were a bunch of cars over there when I got back to Keene this afternoon, and the clientele was mainly beer guzzlers with mullets.

On a similar note, the people across the hall from me seem to be 40-year-old college students. Either that, or they're alumni that can't seem to let go of the party college lifestyle. There's a middle-aged family living somewhere above me. I think the apartment closest to the entrance has legitimate college students in it, but that might be it for people close to my age group.

Age group. Ha. There were people at my part-time job that wanted to know what high school I was going to, though most people that guess low peg me at 19. I guess I should relish in that. As long as I'm still being carded for buying alcohol, I should be happy. Though I have a number of gray hairs that have snuck in with the rest of my follicles... I wonder how much more time I have. :P I had two gray hairs a year or two ago. They were the only ones that wouldn't conform to the waviness of the rest of my hair. Heh. Now I'm up to like... uh... I'm not sure. But if the floor of the hair salon is any indication, I have a lot at the root level. Great.

I guess all of the cool people are signing up to MySpace. It's like all the rage and stuff. I haven't bothered to, and I'm not sure I will. I might because meeting new internet "friends" allows me to make their life hell and I take particular glee in the misery I cause to others, but everyone's little MySpace "site" is a bastardization of website publishing. Crappy backgrounds with hard-to-read text. Stupid animations. Lots of bandwidth-wasting content like unresized pictures and streaming songs and video. A modem user's nightmare. BLINKING TEXT WAS COOL IN 1998, YOU FUCKS. STOP IT!

I need new clothes. Everything I own is five or more years old. Or beer shirts that I got for free when I used to go on drinking sprees with a friend when I used to have Wednesday nights free at my now-part-time job. A lot of my clothes is fraying or in tatters. I should really throw out everything I own and start from scratch again. Problem is, I'd end up buying the same boring shit I have now. I don't have anything that wild. Solid colors. Some striped stuff. That's about it. Nothing with witty comments or pop culture references. Nothing (aside from the free beer shirts and a couple Nike shirts) with brand advertising. I don't really want to be a walking billboard. And I don't really want to be noticed in a crowd, anyway. Hmm. In a sense, though, it doesn't really matter. I'm in business casual five days a week and work clothes on Sunday. And Saturdays I'd prefer to get messy on hiking trails. "Why aren't you married yet?"
This question comes up more often for me than I would like it to. I guess with my recent financial stability, being married is plausible, but it fails for so many other reasons:

* I'm single.
* I wasn't compelled to have a kid when I was (under) 18 or 19 like everyone else, and therefore feel obliged to "marry" the mother.
* I felt the need to develop a career before creating a family. You know, that way I can support them.
* I have utter contempt for all of humanity.
* Marriage is such a joke in this country and it's treated with disgrace by those involved.

It's funny that relatives that haven't seen me in a long time (particularly the ones based in Canada) ask me if I'm married, but they don't usually ask if I have a girlfriend. Wouldn't that me the more logical step? Are they expecting me to have one "mailed" to me? Skip the "getting to know each other" phase and jump straight into the "I do's?" I've never had an interest in Russian women.

Anyhoo, I found this list from some content aggregation site. I suppose I'll use these reasons instead next time the question pops up.

Good answers to... "Why aren't you married yet?"

You haven't asked yet.
I was hoping to do something meaningful with my life.
Because I just love hearing this question.
Just lucky, I guess.
It gives my mother something to live for.
My fiancee is awaiting his/her parole.
I'm still hoping for a shot at Miss/Mr. America.
Do you know how hard it is to get two tickets to Miss Saigon?
I'm waiting until I get to be your age.
It didn't seem worth a blood test.
I already have enough laundry to do, thank you.
Because I think it would take all the spontaneity out of dating.
My co-op board doesn't allow spouses.
I'd have to forfeit my billion dollar trust fund.
They just opened a great singles bar on my block.
I wouldn't want my parents to drop dead from sheer happiness.
I guess it just goes to prove that you can't trust those voodoo doll rituals.
What? And lose all the money I've invested in running personal ads?
I don't want to have to support another person on my paycheck.
Why aren't you thin?
I'm married to my career, although recently we have been considering a trial separation.

Bonus reply for single mothers: Because having a husband and a child would be redundant.

On a somewhat related note, you know that "reality show" Wife Swap? There's a guy my work does business with that is gonna be on that show. Filming is soon starting (if it hasn't started already), and it will air in the coming months. Anyway, it's very fake. I guess this guy's wife likes to party, and ABC is taking that aspect of her and they're going to portray her as some sort of crazy and wild attention-seeking lush. Oh good. And I guess he does most of the cooking and cleaning, so that makes her look even more like a spoiled brat. They (the couple) don't really care, though, because they're getting paid pretty well to make some "must see TV" moments. Tuesday Funnies

WHY WOMEN SHOULDN'T DRINK

The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"

Well, the hours passed and the champagne was going down way too easy. Around 3 AM,, drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times.

Quickly, realizing he'd probably wake up, I cuckooed another nine times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in. I told him, "midnight." He didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!

Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'oh shit,' cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."

What I was going to post originally was the contents of a document that circulated around work a while ago, but it turns out it was ripped off from another person's website. And it's four years old. Go figure. The site is here. What I would have posted is the article "I am better than your kids." Two pages of good stuff.

I also enjoyed reading the article "Love your kids? Prove it by beating them." It spares me the effort of having to write my own list. Would have made for some decent content (for once) if I did it before finding this site. Oh well. Snakes!
I was under the impression today that I was going to help someone move this morning, but I didn't hear anything. It's too late now anyway, because come noon time, I was under the impression I would be going out to eat with my ex-roommate-to-be and perhaps doing other offbeat shenanigans that would meet her definition of "play date." But that didn't happen, either. People are afraid to call me more than I am calling them, apparently. I was kinda looking forward to it, too. Anything that makes Saturdays go by is a good thing. Kinda funny that she shrugged me off as a roommate, yet is willing to hang out with me outside of work. Hmm.

Anyway, I figure I might as well scour the internet for useless shit until I take off for home, since it's too cold to geocache. Then I get to look forward to waking up at 3:15-3:30 AM to be at work at 5 AM tomorrow morning. Yeah, you are so jealous. I'll be having my lunch break by 10 or 11.

I didn't realize that Snakes on a Plane is a real movie coming out this summer. I thought it was some sort of internet meme. But apparently everyone in the cyberworld is ejaculating to this film, which just released a trailer. Maybe I can use my movie coupons after having them kept in my desk drawer for years. Interesting trivia: Samuel L. Jackson only signed on for this film because the title was Snakes on a Plane. When the film makers tried to change it to Flight 121, Jackson was adamant to keep it Snakes on a Plane.

[Insert your own Samuel L. Jackson or Dave Chappelle line here.] The internet is great... for porn!

Me: http://www.devilducky.com/media/43173/
Friend: Nice!
Friend: Yeah I like the quality of the Dell monitors because there is less pixilization of the tits on bitchesgoneskank.com which I really appreciate when whacking off.
Me: lol
Friend: And the keyboards are so resistant when splooge lands on them.
Me: built-in sperm guard?
Me: that's a great selling feature
Friend: And when I really get going those mouse keys just keep clicking and clicking and clicking when naughtynuns.net is on.
Friend: How's life man
Me: "grab your dick and double-click!"
[...]
Me: bitchesgoneskank.com is an available domain name
Me: hehe
Friend: LOL
Friend: Let's get some bitches and start it up!
Me: that's what i can do with my empty living room
Me: turn it into a porn studio
Me: get some drunk chicks down the street
Friend: Sweet! Let's get those Keene bitches and do it
Me: make them famous
Friend: I can put you in films baby
Me: does this rag smell like chloroform to you?
Friend: LOL
[...]
Friend: *Sigh* ok, time to go porn hunting

"In which direction is the bus pictured below traveling?"
Look carefully at the picture.
Do you know the answer?
The only possible answers are "left" and "right."
Think about it.
Still don't know?

Click on the pic for the answer.


You've officially been owned by a bunch of preschoolers. Tuesday Funnies

A bus stops and 2 Italian men get on.

They sit down and engage in an animated conversation. The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:

"Emma come first.
Den I come.
Den two asses come together.
I come once-a-more.
Two asses, they come together again.
I come again and pee twice.
Then I come one lasta time."

"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly. "In this country, we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives."

"Hey, coola down lady," said the man. "Who talkin' abouta sex? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell 'Mississippi'."

Bet you'll read it twice. Some cuteness
The formatting's off, but you can read it. So shut up.

A first grade teacher collected well known proverbs. She gave each child in her class the first half of a proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb.

It's hard to believe these were actually done by grade one kids (6 year-olds), because the last one is classic!

Strike while the .........insect is close.
Never underestimate the power of............ants.
Don't bite the hand that....................looks dirty.
Better to be safe than......................punch a grade 7 boy.
If you lie down with dogs, you'll...........stink in the morning.
It's always darkest before..................Daylight Savings Time.
You can lead a horse to water but...........how?
No news is..................................impossible.
A miss is as good as a......................Mr.
You can't teach an old dog new..............maths.
Love all, trust.............................me.
The pen is mightier than the................pigs.
An idle mind is.............................the best way to relax.
Where there's smoke there's.................pollution.
Happy the bride who.........................gets all the presents.
A penny saved is............................not much.
Two's company, three's.....................the Musketeers.
Don't put off till tomorrow what............you put on to go to bed.
Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and..........you have to blow your nose.
There are none so blind as..................Stevie Wonder.
Children should be seen and not.............smacked or grounded.
If at first you don't succeed...............get new batteries.
You get out of something only what you......see in the picture on the box.
When the blind leadeth the blind............get out of the way.

And the favorite:

Better late than............................pregnant.

Stolen from Bits & Pieces. A happy ending
I went 3 for 3 today, hitting the 2 in Concord I set out for and the one in Keene that I couldn't access yesterday because there was a damn parade on the bike trail.

I found the first one before work this morning, and it almost made me late. :)

The second one was very easy to find, but it was in one of those "Park and Ride" places. I brought the container back to my car so I could sign the log, but then a few cars parked near me, and one right next to me. I had to wait for them to leave before I could return the cache. That took 30 minutes. What a horrible waiting game that was.

The third one was really easy this time around. I guess "muggles" (non-geocachers) melt in the rain or something, because I only encountered two joggers during my hike to and from. I even got a shot of the bench that I couldn't get yesterday.

Picture time:
* Historical mills and factory signs facilitate the aggression of the youth and therefore must be vandalized.
* Fuck it, let's graffiti the (flood damaged?) buildings, too. Someone spray-painted "I love tekkin' speds," which I thought was hilarious.
* I've never been on a bike trail with double yellow lines before. I'm not allowed to pass slow bikers or walkers?
* A plaque on a bench along the trail. "Uncle Freddy died? Mother fucker!" (Jerky Boys reference)
* A three-tone house. It wasn't on the trail, but I thought it looked kinda funky.
* This house is also funky. It's a light green color with orange shutters.

My leg still hurts. It hurts in the socket where my right thigh meets my hip. My part-time job involves a lot of me running around, and the extra walking I did after work didn't really help my cause. I'm not walking with a gimp (usually), but it hurts like hell when I get up from a sitting position, and there's some discomfort when I walk normally. If there's any fine-looking women out there that would like to massage my inner thigh for me, it'd be most appreciated. Poor depth perception and/or wandering fingers is a plus. Do a good enough job (pun intended) and I'll take you out to a fancy dinner. So act fast (but work at a medium pace)! Not a boring Saturday this time.
What a change of pace.

I didn't accomplish a whole hell of a lot, but my downtime has been minimal. I walked a lot today, and found my first two caches of the season. I was hoping to bag at least three and a benchmark, but because this was the first beautiful Saturday of the year, everyone was out walking, biking, and doing outdoor crap. The cache I couldn't access was because of other people. The benchmark is on private property. So I'll have to wait for a rainy day (tomorrow?) when everyone is cooped up inside or shopping. Should have plenty of privacy then.

I took some pics, but they aren't really that special. I actually want to get a shot of a bench along the side of a bike trail I hiked first, and then I'll upload everything.

I'm not used to walking a lot. Been out of the game for too long. I was tempted to find other caches to make up for the stuff I couldn't find, but my legs weren't up for that. I walked for a few hours this morning without any breaks (except for discreet cache looting), and I walk pretty fast, so... yeah. It's not lactic acid bad, but I'd rather sit down for hours instead. :)

I was able to get rid of that travel bug, which is good; because its owner emailed me wondering what the hell I was doing holding it for so long earlier this week. So in a sense, I didn't have a choice what I wanted to do this weekend. I vowed to send the bug on its merry way.

Gonna hunt down a couple more tomorrow after work in Concord. Shouldn't be too hard I hope. You never know with micro caches (which are typically film canisters with a log sheet rolled up inside them), though. They can be hidden just about anywhere.

Stupid people better not ruin my hobby, either. Geocaches make ill-placed bombs. Seriously, why blow the hell out of a random tree when terrorists would be trying to smuggle them into high traffic buildings? Idiots. It's no surprise I can't sleep at night.
Too much shit races through my head at night. Every night. I thought I would be getting more sleep moving to Keene. That's not the case.

I'm in an interesting funk right now. It's not a bad one, though. It kinda feels like I had an epiphany, but I didn't exactly blow my fucking my mind or feel as if I stumbled upon some truth of epic proportions. It's more of a "ain't that a motherfucker" type of thing.

I watched The Weather Man last night, which is a pretty crappy movie. It wasn't funny. It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't romantic. It was pointless, actually. And they started up plot strings that they totally forgot to follow up with it and close (the daughter's smoking habit, for instance). But I watched it and it made me smirk the whole time, because it kinda felt like I was in the same shoes as Nicholas Cage's character. Except I don't have a family to fuck up my relationship with.

I can't really give a review of the movie. I was never that good with words or reading comprehension. What I can say is that the guy in the movie is torn between keeping his life together and furthering his career, but he can't do both. He doesn't need the money from his latest job opportunity, but he lacks the skills to patch up the relationships he really wants to keep. I kinda feel like I'm in the same role: things are looking up career-wise but I'm grasping at straws to maintain or improve some of the friendships I have. It sucks.

Robert Spritz: David, sacrifice is... to get anything of value, you have to sacrifice.
Dave Spritz: I know that, Dad, but I think that if we continue down this road, it's gonna be too detrimental for the kids. It's just too hard.
Robert Spritz: Do you know that the harder thing to do and the right thing to do are usually the same thing? Nothing that has meaning is easy. "Easy" doesn't enter into grown-up life.

During lunch today, the man I report to said that I have six months to find a new place to work. In the company, that is. I'm not being laid off. :) I kinda knew that when I first starting working here: people don't typically stay for more than a year in my department. It's considered "entry level," which is very bizarre. Other departments don't do as much work as we do, and our department makes an overwhelming percentage of the money the company makes each fiscal quarter. It's not even close. So how my job can be considered "entry level" is beyond me. Then again, I haven't felt particularly challenged by my job. It's not hard work if you're good with math and have some common sense. It's a lot of busy work, which I thoroughly enjoy, as it makes the day go by so much more quickly.

It's also interesting to note that when I was hired for my now-part-time job, I was considered overqualified for that line of work. When I was hired for my current full-time job, and some learned of where I went to college, they wondered why I was working here. It's beneath me, they'd say. I can't complain, though. I like it. I don't give a damn about money. If I enjoy my work and the people I'm around, I can stick around for a very long time. I had opportunities to leave my now-part-time job sooner than I did. I chose not to because of some of the people I liked working with.

But anyway...

So it's expected that I'll be doing something else within the company probably in the next three to six months. It's kinda weird to think that I've been with this company for almost a year already. It'll be a year in May. So my time to move on up is soon approaching. And if other departments pay better and require less work, I don't suspect to have any problems getting whatever positions I want to apply for. The company is growing so fast that there's always something open that I think I could do. Only thing is that they are salary jobs, and I'm not really interested in putting in 50 hours a week at one job and spend my Sundays working at my part-time job. Doesn't give me any time to do anything with anyone. :( Of course, I'm averaging 43 hours a week now plus my Sunday job and no one wants to (or can) hang out with anyway, so what's the difference?

Still, it's a peculiar situation. I don't want to give up my Sunday job, as working there makes it easier to spend time with certain friends afterwards. Though the stock options are nice (the first 25% kick in in April), there isn't really anyone left working there I would want to hang out with outside of work. A couple, maybe. And though my ignorant "best friend" lives nearby, she has totally shut me out of her life for no known reason months ago completely against my will (a serious loss on both sides in my opinion). So I have no purpose going to Concord anymore. Except come fantasy football time and Halloween parties. Those are fun. As are any opportunities where I get "kidnapped" (acts of spontaneity with my "best friend" which typically involve unhealthy doses of alcohol and fun). But I think those moments may have come to an end, much to my chagrin. :(

Robert Spritz: In this shit life, you have to chuck some things.

Fuck. I really can't afford to. Some people don't seem to get it through their damn heads how special they really are to me.

Kinda weird for me to say that when I'm continually bashing people on this site, huh? Or being full of spite and anger? A different side than most of you are used to seeing.

Though I haven't really put any thought into it, I'm somewhat concerned that if I work 50+ hours, I'm not gonna ever have an opportunity to "settle down." All I would ever do is work and sleep. That's not really a life I want to lead. And with my constant feelings of distrust and paranoia, it's hard enough for me to have people I'm willing to consider good friends, let alone someone who could make me a good wife. It takes a long time for me to warm up to someone, and without frequent interaction (like a work setting), it just ain't gonna happen. Getting someone to go from being part of my work life (or whatever) to being part of my personal life takes a lot of effort out of me, and in most instances, I expect my efforts to fail. I'm very happy with any that can make the transition. Some I thought were "slam dunks" that totally collapsed on me; yet others I wasn't banking on totally surprised me, some turning out to be amazingly important to my well-being. It's very hit-or-miss.

Whoa, tangent.

So yeah. Interesting times are fast approaching. And I have no clue how to play my cards. Tuesday Funnies

A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons or prior experience. She mounts the horse unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blond begins to slide from the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the horse's side anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly oblivious of its slipping rider. Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blond attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety.

Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup, she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over.

As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune: Frank, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her dilemma and unplugs the horse. And you thought all they did was say, "Hello."

Early 90's music isn't "classic."
Was listening to some local radio station on my way out of work today, and the DJ refered to Nirvana as "classic rock."

That's bullshit.

Unlike classic rock, Nirvana doesn't suck.

That's right. I went there. A couple of links
... courtesy of this dude I work with. Let's call him "Greg."

It's his name, after all.

* Soccer Dog Ad - This is the funniest thing you will see all month. I was laughing out loud -- LOL, if you will -- for about five minutes straight. Good times.

* Nanaca Crash - This one is a little hard to explain. I guess the premise behind this game is that this guy was caught cheating on his girl, along with four or five other girls. You first have to set the speed and angle that some girl on her bike hits this cheater at, then see how far you can launch him before he comes to a stop. Running into other girls along the way will get him beat up, but that's a good thing, making him go even further. Just watch out for the chick with glasses, 'cause I guess she's so much of a sap to take him back anyway and therefore ending the game. You can kinda adjust your arc on your way up or down by clicking the mouse. Click the mouse a few times if you see "special" written across the screen for some crazy ass-kicking combos that jetison the victim into the sky. My record thus far is 1829.29 meters. Fuck you, Energizer!
Nothing new to report this week. I clock in, do my stuff, and clock out. Rinse, wash, and repeat.

I made an attempt to geocache this morning, because I really really need to ditch the travel bug I have. Typically, you shouldn't hold on to one on these for more than two to four weeks, but I've had the same one since October 1! That's a real problem. Though I don't feel too bad, because before I found it, it has been sitting in the same cache for over five months. Of course, I've had it for five months, so maybe there's not much of a difference. But still. It's bad form.

Anyway, yeah. I made an attempt to hit some nearby Keene caches. I have a car adapter for my GPS, and since my GPS hasn't been used in a long time, I let it attempt to sync up with the rest of the world for ten minutes. I put in brand new rechargeable batteries into it and into my camera. Once the GPS was able to give me an accurate reading, I made the 1.5-mile drive from my apartment to where three caches are. Once I unplugged my GPS from the adapter, though, it shut off. It's supposed to draw from the batteries at that point. Swapping batteries around didn't help at all. It wouldn't power on for more than five seconds. In essence, my brand spanking new batteries were bought without a charge. That or it's probably too fucking cold for them to work with what little charge they had. Motherfucker. I can't really offroad a Ford Focus to the cache coordinates. :)

I guess when I go back home tonight, I'll charge them up. Maybe there's a new cache in Concord I can drop this bug off shortly after work Sunday. Only thing is, I'm not really much in the mood to cache after working, and with the lack of warm weather, I don't really have the motive to do so. I didn't really have any luck the last time I tried to hit some caches in Concord, either.

So that's where I stand.

The goal was 18 last year, doubling my lifetime finds to 36 (I found 38). This year, the goal is to double my finds again (38, lifetime total of 76). That's quite a daunting task. It won't be hard to reach, though. The problem with last year is that I hit all of the caches in the Concord area and my hometown the year before, so I had to drive far out of the way to get those 18. This year, I can get 20 in the Keene area easily. New ones have sprouted in Concord, and I would also like another opportunity to empty out the rest of Pawtuckaway State Park. So it's not an unrealistic goal. Maybe I can hit 100 if I'm rabid enough.

I may make some changes to the site to reflect my goal and my desire to get lost in the woods. Besides that and the Tuesday Funnies, I don't really have anything else to post. :P Might as well adapt the site accordingly.

I'm always looking for opportunities to hang out with "my people," so if you'd like to get lost in the woods with me, send me a line. :) It'll be fun! You'll be hanging out with me, after all.