Jer Ails

10.12.2004

My good close personal friend Jer is sick. Sniveling coughing sneezing sick. He is trying to recoup at home, which is good in a way as this won't spread whatever death begotten virus he has to his valued coworkers, me in particular.

I only hope he's taking this chance as he convalesces to play his Xbox. The interesting part here is that we had a company pizza party meeting Friday in which Jer managed to take home a couple of extra Xbox games along with a super cool Viewsonic projector. Co-inky-dink or just good timing on his part? Hmmmm, we may never know.

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My Feminine Side

10.11.2004

The weekend found Gina and myself taking a trip to Michaels to take advantage of a super dooper sale they're having to celebrate Columbus Day. I enjoy browsing stores like this since it gives me ideas that I end up drawing on for some home decorating project months later. Ginaq went off to pick up the things she came for while I wandered the aisles of frames, shadow boxes, and miscellaneous art supplies.

After looking at the scale models, I found Gina enamored in a small section of discounted goods, but alas, all was not well. She had been unable to find elastic. Elastic, her primary reason for coming. She looked to me pleadingly, somehow knowing that since I was raised by my mother in the fabric stores of the South, I would just know where the elastic was.

I'm a guy. A big, burly guy. A big, manly, burly guy. Sure, I don't drink beer, and I might watch 1 football game in a season, but just because of that is no reason... oh look, there's the elastic. It's right behind Gina, maybe 3 feet away. Damn my mutant, mother endowed abilities of finding things in the stores of women! Fabric, patterns, elastic, snaps and buttons, I can find them all regardless of whether I want to or not!

I'll just sulk off and get myself a nice hot chocolate... I mean, beer.

No, I really meant hot cholcolate. But a manly hot chocolate.

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Wrestling Games

10.08.2004

I was a little late coming in to work this morning as I was watching a show on g4techtv (I hate it when channels merge) that was counting down the top 10 wrestling games as voted on by their viewers. Seeing the games that made the top 10, I'm hoping that viewers were given a list of 10 games and asked to rank them, because at least 2 of them: Legends of Wrestling 2 and Backyard Wrestling, absolutely suck.

The top 2 came down to No Mercy on the N64, and the latest Smackdown title on the PS2. No Mercy has had a fan following since it came out in '99, while each iteration of Smackdown gets better story lines and an upgrade in the graphics engine. Smackdown came out on top, which only served to remind me that I have less than a month before the next incarnation is available.

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Day of Meeting

10.07.2004

The Day of Mourning has been followed by a day full of meetings, although it's only 2 meetings. The first meeting had an interesting play on words, though.

I can't go into too much detail, because who knows how classified all the stuff we were talking about really is. I've got to make sure I don't get my security clearance revoked!

We were trying to decide who had what permissions for each version of the product. At some point, coworker A asked "Do we have to keep up with the status per version?". At this point I looked at him and asked, "perversion?". Seeing as how it was the third hour of being in a room with these people, I thought this was much funnier than it really was.

Hopefully my brain will recover by tomorrow.

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Day Of Mourning XVII

10.06.2004

Today is the day that I traditionally don't talk to Jer, but I think that after 17 years I'm about ready to lay my animosity aside and accept once and for all that deep down, beneath his gruff, heartless bastard of a personality that it seems only I am privy to, he's not that bad of a guy.

The reason I don't normally talk to Jer today is because it is the observed day that my favorite comic series, Vigilante came to an end with the suicied of the leading character. Alas, I was young and foolish, and took it with a heavy heart that the one comic I had been left reading since beginning my college years was now no more.

But again, I think that after 17 years I'm over it. There were 50 monthly issues and 2 annuals of the Vigilante series. I always thought it somewhat ironic that you could read one issue a week and have a complete year's worth of reading. I've thought many times of doing just that, but the thought of revisiting what seem really cool in the mid-80's might lose some luster a decade and a half later. Vigilante was never the most original series for story lines - usually 50% Death Wish/Dirty Harry, 20% Batman, and 30% other excuses to whack the bad guys. I think it would be a lot like watching Miami Vice again, but without all the pastels.

I've continued my fascination of the series over the years by collecting some of the original comic art from the series. I've managed to pick up 12 pages of the series over the past few years, which roughly means I have almost 2% of the series. I'm going to make sure that in my will, Jer gets the original pages to remember me and all the torment he caused me. I know that by that time, he'll have grand kids that will probably use them as pages to learn color on. Probably not even stay inside the lines. And use lots of pastels. Heartless bastard.

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