almost a tire-chain moment
i was supposed to go to the folks for lunch--i think that mom wants to hang out with her kids once a week--and we've sort of been doing this shit on sundays as schedules allow. i think that they're totally becoming weird old people. mom's big purpose in life (besides working at the er all night long) seems to be trying to mend shit with me.
after falling down the stairs and the ninja episode, my plan for lunch was aborted, and i decided to watch some tv. the dish got too crusty and quit working. i did assertain that the "DON'T PANIC" movie is coming out this month. i didn't even know that was being made. i need to go to more movies, but i got used to going with friends, and it's not the same otherwise.
i took a nap, and dreamt of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. upon awaking, i called my mother back (her call woke me up), and i decided to take a trip to the amputee albertson's for peanut butter, jelly, and bread. i should've gone to the sooper place, because that super cute supervisor girl with glasses usually works on sundays. the albertson's is usually like a twilight zone episode, which is more entertaining than beautiful girls that drive honda civics (i'm not stalking her, really). at least i'm not peeing on her car or something strange.
i fell down the stairs again. the mighty volvo got out of the hole just barely. the top of the hill didn't have much snow, but i thought that i was going to have a ghost-buffalo-tire-chain moment for a second. wait....i didn't have nevada extortionist tire chain salesmen working against me. i didn't want to shovel, though.
i'm currently eating a modest peanut butter and jelly sandwich. not as good as the dream sandwich, but that's alright. i'm contemplating taking some ambien and surplus vodka, but i have some shit to do before i fly to wichita in the morning. just some stupid shit so that i don't have to clean house when i get back, but the ambien is a hard motherfucker, and i have no idea what booze would do.
last night, i played some pool with the wull and had a couple of beers. this was a special occasion to celebrate his tenure-track employment. he beat me by one ball 4/5 of the games. i thought that the spirit of led zeppelin had possessed me at one point, but alas, this is a lame sports bar, with homely middle-aged women (trying to be hot and young again), these 50-something dudes that are always there (they can play some pool, and talk about pussy), and really enibriated mexican guys (CNs, if you will, or not--i never quite understood that one, but it's a weird term anyway). erich and i talked about each other sucking, how i'll have to visit him in the durango so that he can go out and drink beer and play pool, and how he's going to a conference about the moore method of teaching mathematics. essentially, he'll give his students a bunch of axioms at the beginning of the semester, and then spend the rest of the time making them prove shit on the board in front of the class. then, when they fuck something up, he's supposed to ridicule them. basically, the teaching method is all about ridicule. lovely, ain't it? we talked about cars, and how i've modified my plans because of the gas crisis, and the last rental car racing experience. i'm still not sold on the hybrid shit, but a 4-cylinder coupe or maybe a decent v6 car will work just fine.
i wanted to talk to mahoney about the price level and crap today. i finally got through to him about the impact of petroleum--you'd expect a trucking industry type to be less dense, but that wasn't the case. essentially, i see everything costing more soon. my clients are already freaking out because i filled up the rental car--then, i mark it up 10% and bill them. a lot of the weekend talk radio has been about the maximum oil production. i totally got a d- in the natural resource econ, but i don't remember that being discussed. everything was in terms of price, not quanity. the price will continue to rise until you get to the last drop. eventually, the petroleum price reaches that of the backstop technology, and then, consumers start using that. economic theory is great and all, but it seems to me that if no one is using oil anymore, it'll get cheap, and stabilize at the backstop technology price. maybe that's where we are. i hate being out of the field.
after falling down the stairs and the ninja episode, my plan for lunch was aborted, and i decided to watch some tv. the dish got too crusty and quit working. i did assertain that the "DON'T PANIC" movie is coming out this month. i didn't even know that was being made. i need to go to more movies, but i got used to going with friends, and it's not the same otherwise.
i took a nap, and dreamt of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. upon awaking, i called my mother back (her call woke me up), and i decided to take a trip to the amputee albertson's for peanut butter, jelly, and bread. i should've gone to the sooper place, because that super cute supervisor girl with glasses usually works on sundays. the albertson's is usually like a twilight zone episode, which is more entertaining than beautiful girls that drive honda civics (i'm not stalking her, really). at least i'm not peeing on her car or something strange.
i fell down the stairs again. the mighty volvo got out of the hole just barely. the top of the hill didn't have much snow, but i thought that i was going to have a ghost-buffalo-tire-chain moment for a second. wait....i didn't have nevada extortionist tire chain salesmen working against me. i didn't want to shovel, though.
i'm currently eating a modest peanut butter and jelly sandwich. not as good as the dream sandwich, but that's alright. i'm contemplating taking some ambien and surplus vodka, but i have some shit to do before i fly to wichita in the morning. just some stupid shit so that i don't have to clean house when i get back, but the ambien is a hard motherfucker, and i have no idea what booze would do.
last night, i played some pool with the wull and had a couple of beers. this was a special occasion to celebrate his tenure-track employment. he beat me by one ball 4/5 of the games. i thought that the spirit of led zeppelin had possessed me at one point, but alas, this is a lame sports bar, with homely middle-aged women (trying to be hot and young again), these 50-something dudes that are always there (they can play some pool, and talk about pussy), and really enibriated mexican guys (CNs, if you will, or not--i never quite understood that one, but it's a weird term anyway). erich and i talked about each other sucking, how i'll have to visit him in the durango so that he can go out and drink beer and play pool, and how he's going to a conference about the moore method of teaching mathematics. essentially, he'll give his students a bunch of axioms at the beginning of the semester, and then spend the rest of the time making them prove shit on the board in front of the class. then, when they fuck something up, he's supposed to ridicule them. basically, the teaching method is all about ridicule. lovely, ain't it? we talked about cars, and how i've modified my plans because of the gas crisis, and the last rental car racing experience. i'm still not sold on the hybrid shit, but a 4-cylinder coupe or maybe a decent v6 car will work just fine.
i wanted to talk to mahoney about the price level and crap today. i finally got through to him about the impact of petroleum--you'd expect a trucking industry type to be less dense, but that wasn't the case. essentially, i see everything costing more soon. my clients are already freaking out because i filled up the rental car--then, i mark it up 10% and bill them. a lot of the weekend talk radio has been about the maximum oil production. i totally got a d- in the natural resource econ, but i don't remember that being discussed. everything was in terms of price, not quanity. the price will continue to rise until you get to the last drop. eventually, the petroleum price reaches that of the backstop technology, and then, consumers start using that. economic theory is great and all, but it seems to me that if no one is using oil anymore, it'll get cheap, and stabilize at the backstop technology price. maybe that's where we are. i hate being out of the field.
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