Time this morning for my tri-weekly shearing. I'd decided before I got there that it was time to put an end to my experimental hair color. So, for anyone with an interest (an you know who you are) the "red" hair is gone! Sorry, boss...you'll have to come up with another nickname for me to replace "Rusty"! Heheh.....
Jaydog
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
Time to get naked!
And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes."
And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.
Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment,
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
Some of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven the clothes to wear."
But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.
And when his work was done he laughed in the forest.
Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean.
And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind?
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
-The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran
And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.
Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment,
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
Some of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven the clothes to wear."
But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.
And when his work was done he laughed in the forest.
Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean.
And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind?
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
-The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Uh-oh...
He's getting closer. My evil twin. Another sighting last week. A co-worker thought she saw me walking near my office started to put down her window to yell at me before realizing this guy's hair wasn't quite the same color as mine (no one's is, BTW). This has happened before, but never this close. The last experience like this was when I was having my eyes checked, and a guy who worked in the doctor's office asked if I remembered him. When I responded that I didn't think so, he said he was certain that I used to work in the Kaiser Permanente clinic in Aurora. I've been a patient there, but never worked there. Another time I was at a club with some friends from work and happened to glance in what I thought was a mirror on the wall about 30 feet away. I caught my own reflection, I thought, but when I looked back again I realized there was no mirror on the wall. Again, my twin, apparently. I occasionally get quizzical looks from people I don't know, almost as though they know me, but can't understand why I don't acknowledge them. The situations just get stranger, and my evil twin keeps getting closer.
-Jaydog
-Jaydog
Monday, February 14, 2005
A banner day...
The day should have been a typical Monday morning. Me, slightly hungover from the night before (check), "spazzos" running loose all over the office (check), too much to do and not enough time to do it (check), VP on the East coast stirring up discontent (check). But then there was the news about Verizon and MCI (doing my happy dance right now), and the boss's ecclectic choices in the wardrobe and personal appearance department (still feeling a little woozy). That makes it a day to highlight on the calendar! Woo-hoo!
Finally, for those of you who feel that you didn't get enough Valentines today, take a look at some of these http://www.capnwacky.com/valentines/ You may be glad you didn't get as many as you hoped for!
Sunday, February 13, 2005
We have to revisit the boss's shoes, I'm afraid. Friday afternoon we have a meeting with people from our I.T. support team. One of them is a big guy, probably 6'4" or taller. Guy wears a size 13 shoe. Against all of my previous predictions, the boss is wearing his elf shoes. So what does he do? After the meeting he goes up to this guy and puts his foot up against the I.T. guy's to compare the size. Guess what? They're about the same length, and the boss only wears a size 10-1/2 shoe! Does that tell you something about these shoes?
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Cutting loose...
It's been a couple of days since I updated my ramblings. I'll confess that, for the most part, I've been taking the easy way out by publishing chapters from Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet". I know there are a couple of people who read this whom I had discussed the book with, and since it's my all-time favorite book of prose, I thought I might share a chapter a day throughout the month of February. That's boring. Time for my true villanous personality to re-emerge. And slowly, but surely, it is. Baby steps, you know.
That explains some of the insanity that follows. Well, almost.
Before we get to that, a serious item to share.
Sometimes, when the A.D.D. isn't flaming, I'll sit here at the PC and surf other people's blogs. Most are a waste of my time, but there are a few that have caught my attention, and I try to follow those on a daily basis. Either I recognize a fellow master villan, and their treachery or humor captures my attention, or there is something that touches my heart. This is one of the latter. The blog is published almost daily by a gentleman whose wife is in what sounds like perhaps the middle stage of Alzheimer's. He writes about what, to most people, might seem to be trivial events in their daily lives. But what describes is very precious to him as he watches his beloved wife slowly slip away from him. I feel almost guilty peering into the intimate moments of their lives, but it is very moving. Perhaps it will have the same effect on you, too. Check it out when you get the chance.... Alzheimers: Living With An Impostor
Alright, that's the last serious thing you'll see out of me today. There's plenty of time for that. Wallow in my insanity!
Jaydog
P.S. My friend and fashion consultant has been under the weather lately, so a shout out to her.....Get well soon, DL! There's a lunch in our future!
That explains some of the insanity that follows. Well, almost.
Before we get to that, a serious item to share.
Sometimes, when the A.D.D. isn't flaming, I'll sit here at the PC and surf other people's blogs. Most are a waste of my time, but there are a few that have caught my attention, and I try to follow those on a daily basis. Either I recognize a fellow master villan, and their treachery or humor captures my attention, or there is something that touches my heart. This is one of the latter. The blog is published almost daily by a gentleman whose wife is in what sounds like perhaps the middle stage of Alzheimer's. He writes about what, to most people, might seem to be trivial events in their daily lives. But what describes is very precious to him as he watches his beloved wife slowly slip away from him. I feel almost guilty peering into the intimate moments of their lives, but it is very moving. Perhaps it will have the same effect on you, too. Check it out when you get the chance.... Alzheimers: Living With An Impostor
Alright, that's the last serious thing you'll see out of me today. There's plenty of time for that. Wallow in my insanity!
Jaydog
P.S. My friend and fashion consultant has been under the weather lately, so a shout out to her.....Get well soon, DL! There's a lunch in our future!
Okay....here's the story. Boss buys some new shoes, proudly wears them into the office the next day. I, of course, ask him why he isn't wearing the elf costume that came with them. Haven't seen them around the office since. Bet I don't get invited to his Super Bowl party NEXT year! And a side note to the good friend who gave me the book, "How To Be A Villan".....it's paying off BIG TIME!
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Profound
Saw this on another blog earlier today, thought it was pretty profound, and thought I'd share it....
"Love is that state in which another person's happiness is essential to your own."
"Love is that state in which another person's happiness is essential to your own."
Friday, February 04, 2005
Time to Rant and Rave
Often during an interview, the question will be asked, "If you could meet any person, living or dead, who would it be?". More often than not, the choice will be a political or entertainment or literary character.....or a biblical figure. I can understand those choices. Who wouldn't want to meet Washington or Lincoln? Moses or Jesus? Mozart or Bach? Shakespere? But wait.
My first choice would be the person who came up with the concept of taping up the ends of new CDs and DVDs with that delightful brittle tape that shreds when you try to peel it off. I'm not certain if this person is living or dead, but if there is any justice in the universe, he or she IS dead, and burning in the everlasting flames of hell!
My second choice would be along the same line. I'd want to meet the individual who decided that putting this tape on one end was not enough. Why not apply it to TWO sides? No, wait....how about all THREE! Once again I call upon the gods and demons for justice for this person!
There. I feel better now. Well, not really, but it was certainly a nice try.
Jaydog
My first choice would be the person who came up with the concept of taping up the ends of new CDs and DVDs with that delightful brittle tape that shreds when you try to peel it off. I'm not certain if this person is living or dead, but if there is any justice in the universe, he or she IS dead, and burning in the everlasting flames of hell!
My second choice would be along the same line. I'd want to meet the individual who decided that putting this tape on one end was not enough. Why not apply it to TWO sides? No, wait....how about all THREE! Once again I call upon the gods and demons for justice for this person!
There. I feel better now. Well, not really, but it was certainly a nice try.
Jaydog
Thursday, February 03, 2005
The Slumber Party....and other ramblings
Well, in spite of the best intentions, I've fallen behind in keeping this thing up to date. My sincere apologies to the few, demented souls who actually look forward to reading this on a regular basis.
First, the much-anticipated and bally-hooed slumber party, aka as the sleep study, took place last Saturday. Having nothing better to do, I checked myself into the sleep clinic at 9:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. A few minutes later I was shown to my room, a faithful re-creation of a swanky Motel 6, and was given some paperwork to complete. A few minutes later, my sleep clinician, Vicki, came to my room. Vicki was a very pleasant, friendly, 36 year-old who, miraculously, got most of my warped jokes and was able to put me at ease almost immediately. She directed me to change into whatever I'd brought with me to sleep in that night, and of course I chose not to tell her that what I usually sleep in can't be packed in an overnight bag! I'd brought some sleep shorts and a T-shirt with me, so changed into that and then let Vicki know I was ready for my transformation into a cyborg. She directed me to sit in a chair in the center of the room, and then began wiring my body. In all, more than thirty electrodes were glued or taped to various parts of my body....my scalp, chest, back, and legs. Bands were placed around my chest and waist, and another pronged device was fitted on my upper lip, the prongs extended into my nostrils. Finally, a sensor was taped to my left index finger that would measure the oxygen level in my blood. The whole process took about 35-40 minutes, but seemed to go quickly as Vicki and I chatted and laughed. Once I was fully mechanized, I was gingerly led to the double bed in the room, wires trailing behind me, and told to lay down on my back. Vicki then began connecting all of the wires to a junction box next to the bed. After testing all of the connections, and explaining the locations of the video camera (yeah, I was taped during the night, too, but don't bother looking for THAT on ebay) and the microphone, Vicki wished me a good night's sleep, turned off the lights, and left, closing the door behind her.
I started out sleeping on my side. I'd been told it was okay for me to move around in order to get into a comfortable sleep position, and that's how I usually fall asleep...on my right side. Try as I might, however, I was unable to fall asleep quickly. I guess it took me about 90 or minutes or so to finally drift off. However, apparently a couple of the electrodes on my scalp became dislodged, so Vicki re-entered the room, woke me up and reattached the errant probes. I remember waking up a couple of times during the night, not an unusual occurence for me. The next thing I remember was Vicki waking me up around 5:15 a.m., telling me the study was over, and it was check out time. Okay, even Motel 6 lets you stay until noon.
Once again, I was directed to sit in a chair in the middle of the room, and the electrode removal began. Most of them came off with no discomfort, but the ones that had been taped with adhesive tape to my chest and legs proved to be a little more eye-opening, leaving me WIDE awake! While doing this, Vicki gave me a brief overview of what she'd observed. Apparently, I'd rolled onto my back during the night, and, as I could have told them (and quite a few people could have confirmed), I stopped breathing at least twice in my sleep. Sleep apnea? Duh. You think?
Then I was left alone in my room to get dressed and check out of my luxury suite. The next step, according to Vicki, is for the doctors at the clinic to analyze and summarize the data (about 720 pages worth) and send the results to my doctor. Vicki indicated that from what she observed, it was likely I would be back in a few weeks for a follow-up study. Oh, boy! I stepped through the doors of the clinic around 6 a.m. into thick fog and snow, stopped at the store to pick up something for breakfast, and came home. Three shampoos in the shower finally got most of the glue out of my hair, and I went to bed with the Sunday Post and then slept until noon. I have no idea whether I kept breathing or not, except that I'm here now, and that is all that matters.
The cost for this mini-vacation? $2,500. Fortunately, my insurance covers 100 percent.
So that's that.
Another big event was my brother's wedding on Saturday. This is his third trip down the aisle. Once again, no one from our family knew about the wedding until after it had taken place, so obviously, we weren't invited. Unlike the first two, however, my family was unanimously against this marriage, for reasons too many to list here. While I certainly wish him and his new bride and her two children and one on the way (no, she's not sure who the daddy is) the best, I feel quite certain that this marriage is as doomed as his previous two. I'm not being cynical, just realistic. Call your bookie for the odds on this one, but I can give you some inside info to improve your chances of winning.
I finally resumed my workouts after about two weeks away from the gym due to the cold virus that had been making the rounds at the office. I've probably pushed myself a little too hard during the past week....proof once again that testosterone and weights do not go well together. Makes the time I spend in the whirlpool and steam room after my workout even more welcome. Fortunately, for me at least, my trainer is also out with the same virus, so my session with him last night had to be postponed for a week. That's probably a good thing because he probably would have ground my ass into the ground, and I'd be even sorer than I am now. At least now I can be a little better prepared.
Okay, that's probably enough for this update. Naturally, there's a lot more going on in my life than this, but I decided to leave all of the depressing stuff out. I'm doing well, though. I'm still optomistic about the new year, and will hold onto that until I'm proven wrong. Thanks to my friends (the REAL ones) who have stood by me and listened to me and encouraged me over the past month or so. I love you and appreciate you more than you will ever know.
Jaydog
First, the much-anticipated and bally-hooed slumber party, aka as the sleep study, took place last Saturday. Having nothing better to do, I checked myself into the sleep clinic at 9:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. A few minutes later I was shown to my room, a faithful re-creation of a swanky Motel 6, and was given some paperwork to complete. A few minutes later, my sleep clinician, Vicki, came to my room. Vicki was a very pleasant, friendly, 36 year-old who, miraculously, got most of my warped jokes and was able to put me at ease almost immediately. She directed me to change into whatever I'd brought with me to sleep in that night, and of course I chose not to tell her that what I usually sleep in can't be packed in an overnight bag! I'd brought some sleep shorts and a T-shirt with me, so changed into that and then let Vicki know I was ready for my transformation into a cyborg. She directed me to sit in a chair in the center of the room, and then began wiring my body. In all, more than thirty electrodes were glued or taped to various parts of my body....my scalp, chest, back, and legs. Bands were placed around my chest and waist, and another pronged device was fitted on my upper lip, the prongs extended into my nostrils. Finally, a sensor was taped to my left index finger that would measure the oxygen level in my blood. The whole process took about 35-40 minutes, but seemed to go quickly as Vicki and I chatted and laughed. Once I was fully mechanized, I was gingerly led to the double bed in the room, wires trailing behind me, and told to lay down on my back. Vicki then began connecting all of the wires to a junction box next to the bed. After testing all of the connections, and explaining the locations of the video camera (yeah, I was taped during the night, too, but don't bother looking for THAT on ebay) and the microphone, Vicki wished me a good night's sleep, turned off the lights, and left, closing the door behind her.
I started out sleeping on my side. I'd been told it was okay for me to move around in order to get into a comfortable sleep position, and that's how I usually fall asleep...on my right side. Try as I might, however, I was unable to fall asleep quickly. I guess it took me about 90 or minutes or so to finally drift off. However, apparently a couple of the electrodes on my scalp became dislodged, so Vicki re-entered the room, woke me up and reattached the errant probes. I remember waking up a couple of times during the night, not an unusual occurence for me. The next thing I remember was Vicki waking me up around 5:15 a.m., telling me the study was over, and it was check out time. Okay, even Motel 6 lets you stay until noon.
Once again, I was directed to sit in a chair in the middle of the room, and the electrode removal began. Most of them came off with no discomfort, but the ones that had been taped with adhesive tape to my chest and legs proved to be a little more eye-opening, leaving me WIDE awake! While doing this, Vicki gave me a brief overview of what she'd observed. Apparently, I'd rolled onto my back during the night, and, as I could have told them (and quite a few people could have confirmed), I stopped breathing at least twice in my sleep. Sleep apnea? Duh. You think?
Then I was left alone in my room to get dressed and check out of my luxury suite. The next step, according to Vicki, is for the doctors at the clinic to analyze and summarize the data (about 720 pages worth) and send the results to my doctor. Vicki indicated that from what she observed, it was likely I would be back in a few weeks for a follow-up study. Oh, boy! I stepped through the doors of the clinic around 6 a.m. into thick fog and snow, stopped at the store to pick up something for breakfast, and came home. Three shampoos in the shower finally got most of the glue out of my hair, and I went to bed with the Sunday Post and then slept until noon. I have no idea whether I kept breathing or not, except that I'm here now, and that is all that matters.
The cost for this mini-vacation? $2,500. Fortunately, my insurance covers 100 percent.
So that's that.
Another big event was my brother's wedding on Saturday. This is his third trip down the aisle. Once again, no one from our family knew about the wedding until after it had taken place, so obviously, we weren't invited. Unlike the first two, however, my family was unanimously against this marriage, for reasons too many to list here. While I certainly wish him and his new bride and her two children and one on the way (no, she's not sure who the daddy is) the best, I feel quite certain that this marriage is as doomed as his previous two. I'm not being cynical, just realistic. Call your bookie for the odds on this one, but I can give you some inside info to improve your chances of winning.
I finally resumed my workouts after about two weeks away from the gym due to the cold virus that had been making the rounds at the office. I've probably pushed myself a little too hard during the past week....proof once again that testosterone and weights do not go well together. Makes the time I spend in the whirlpool and steam room after my workout even more welcome. Fortunately, for me at least, my trainer is also out with the same virus, so my session with him last night had to be postponed for a week. That's probably a good thing because he probably would have ground my ass into the ground, and I'd be even sorer than I am now. At least now I can be a little better prepared.
Okay, that's probably enough for this update. Naturally, there's a lot more going on in my life than this, but I decided to leave all of the depressing stuff out. I'm doing well, though. I'm still optomistic about the new year, and will hold onto that until I'm proven wrong. Thanks to my friends (the REAL ones) who have stood by me and listened to me and encouraged me over the past month or so. I love you and appreciate you more than you will ever know.
Jaydog
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