I'm not going to say a word. No, really, I'm NOT!
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Saturday, March 26, 2005
A new twist on the horoscope
Ah, horoscopes. Love them. Hate them. Personally, I'm not sure what to believe. Sure, when I read the attributes of my astrological sign, I find some amazing similarities to what I perceive of myself and my personality. But can we actually live our lives by them?
I propose that we can, and do, become who we want to be by cultivating those attributes in ourselves that we admire in others. We become the type of person we aspire to be as a result of choices we make, not because of the star we're born under. Agree or disagree. Again, that's your choice.
Meanwhile, my friend Joe introduced me to a new twist on horoscopes. Thanks, Joe! I'm more likely to believe in them now!
I propose that we can, and do, become who we want to be by cultivating those attributes in ourselves that we admire in others. We become the type of person we aspire to be as a result of choices we make, not because of the star we're born under. Agree or disagree. Again, that's your choice.
Meanwhile, my friend Joe introduced me to a new twist on horoscopes. Thanks, Joe! I'm more likely to believe in them now!
Friday, March 25, 2005
Okay! I Get It!
Alright! I'll admit it! I've been terribly remiss in keeping up with my blog lately. To those of you who have been reminding me of that on an almost daily basis...I give up! Here I am! I've just been terribly busy lately...with work...with sleep (finally) and with my chat room activities (LOL). But I'm finally going to take the time tonight to unleash everything that has been building up since my last post. So brace yourselves!
If you've ever blogged, you know that to get everything in the proper sequence, particularly if you're publishing pictures as I often do, you have to start at the end and work your way back to the beginning. Hence, I'm writing this after publishing everything that follows. In order to make certain I didn't leave anything out, I even created a "storyboard" for tonight's ramblings. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.
I've decided to stop publishing chapters from The Prophet. That's the lazy way of keeping up a blog. If you want to read the rest and see how it ends, click on the link and check it out for yourself.
Okay, here goes...
Many of you have seen this picture in the corner of your IM window when you've been chatting with me recently. Wanna know the story behind it?
One of my cow-orkers has two ferrets as pets. In addition to hearing stories almost daily about their antics, I'm also occasionally subjected to stories about their ancestry. Which is how I ended up on the ferret adoption website. In scrolling through the pictures of ferrets looking for homes, I ran across "Boomer". My guess is that Boomer still hasn't found a home. But his expression struck a chord with me. It pretty closely mimics how I've felt lately with my penchant for trying to pick fights with everyone around me. Some of you have seen or heard me in action! No one has been safe recently, including Jimmy John's. For those of you who have been following that drama, we're at a stalemate right now. I haven't been in for an Italian Club sub in more than two weeks. But I digress. My mood for picking new fights is beginning to wane a little. So, munchkins..."Come out, come out, wherever you are..." it's safe to come out of your hiding places! For now, at least.
A few of you have asked me about the black wristband I've been wearing lately. The Silent Protest wristband represents disagreement with the Bush administration and it's policies, both domestic and international. It also serves as a reminder of the U.S. service men and women who have lost their lives in Iraq, as well as the tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians who have died. Check out the website, and if you feel as strongly as I do, order a few for you and your friends. IN case you're wondering, no, I don't believe that wearing it is unpatriotic. Just the opposite. In a democracy we are allowed, even encouraged, to disagree. That's the esscence of what we're fighting for in Irag, isn't it?.
I finally talked Dave into going to the gym with me this past week. After all of the flak I've taken from him for months about Seth and my workouts, I thought it was about time for some sweet revenge. And believe me when I say it is sweet! I decided to take him to Ab Lab first. Ab Lab is an intensive half-hour session focusing on, you guessed it, the abs. He gamely tried to keep up, but I know it was beginning to get to him before it was all over. Then I took him to the weight room so he could go through some of the routine I follow during my regular workouts. Being the nice guy that I am, I took it easy on him! By his own admission, he was a little sore the next day. YES! Take that!
While talking with my personal trainer, Seth, the other day, he suggested I begin keeping a food diary so we could sit down together and review exactly what I'm putting into my body. So, for the past few days I've been faithfully logging everything I eat...even the things I know would send a nutritionally-minded trainer into orbit. To my credit, though, I really do watch what I eat...while I'm eating it! Now here is where things get interesting. The other day in the locker room I found someone's membership card left in an empty locker. I stuck it in my jacket pocket with the intent of dropping it off at the front desk in the lobby on my way out. Well, as you might guess, that didn't happen. I found it in my jacket that evening as I was about to leave the office. Cursing under my breath, I decided I'd drop by the club on my way home. I walk in the door, and what's the first thing to catch my eye? A table full of cake! Now what kind of athletic club does that? One that wants to keep its members coming back, I guess. For those of you wondering...YES I did record it in my food diary! I wonder what Seth will have to say about that?
Ah, music! Ran across this the other day. If you have the stamina to dance for 80 minutes, listen to DJ Bravehound's dance mix, "Better At Night" . If you have Rhapsody, and don't have the stamina to shake it for 80 minutes, check out this catchy tune from John Hammond, "Nadine".
Finally, a some words to those people who follow my ramblings whenever the mood strikes.
Chris - I know you're going through a tough time right now, but you will get through this and emerge stronger. Just remember IABHFYB. Matt - You, too, are going through some things right now that are testing your strength and courage. If the past is any indication, you're going to make it. With the love and support of the people you care about you, you're going to be just fine, and there's a wealth of happiness in your future. IABHFYB, too! Joe - Who could have predicted that you and I would become friends? Especially considering the circumstances under which we met? You have a lot of choices to make...some tough decisions about the direction of your life...and I hope you think carefully and make the right ones. Sara - I'm not sure whether you're still a faithful reader or not, but if you are, and your interest is fashion tips and what not to wear, stick around...there'll be more! Jeff - Hey, little bro! Yes, I still have your birthday card. In fact I just saw it on my desk at work today! Try to ignore the fact that it's over a month late. It will get to you eventually...at least in time for your next birthday! Love ya! Paul - You're one of the little surprises that seems to come along once in awhile. In a short time you've become a great friend to me. Thank you! Tom - Like so many others, you've gone through some tough times lately, but you've said to me many times that you're a stronger person now than when I met you. I believe you. Just remember that if you ever need my help, IABHFYB. Di - My friend and fashion consultant! We are long overdue for lunch, Mills! Perhaps if, and when, you decide to return from your relaxing cruise we can make some plans? I sure miss you! Dave - How are those muscles feeling, buddy? Don't ever make fun of Seth or my workouts again! Hehehe. If you do, I'll have to take you with me to the gym again! James - It's been a while since we've both had the time to have a good, long talk. Let's both make some time soon, okay?
Well, that's about it for now. Whether I'll be any better at updating this thing in the future is anyone's guess. But keep checking back. You just never know!
Jaydog
If you've ever blogged, you know that to get everything in the proper sequence, particularly if you're publishing pictures as I often do, you have to start at the end and work your way back to the beginning. Hence, I'm writing this after publishing everything that follows. In order to make certain I didn't leave anything out, I even created a "storyboard" for tonight's ramblings. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.
I've decided to stop publishing chapters from The Prophet. That's the lazy way of keeping up a blog. If you want to read the rest and see how it ends, click on the link and check it out for yourself.
Okay, here goes...
Many of you have seen this picture in the corner of your IM window when you've been chatting with me recently. Wanna know the story behind it?
One of my cow-orkers has two ferrets as pets. In addition to hearing stories almost daily about their antics, I'm also occasionally subjected to stories about their ancestry. Which is how I ended up on the ferret adoption website. In scrolling through the pictures of ferrets looking for homes, I ran across "Boomer". My guess is that Boomer still hasn't found a home. But his expression struck a chord with me. It pretty closely mimics how I've felt lately with my penchant for trying to pick fights with everyone around me. Some of you have seen or heard me in action! No one has been safe recently, including Jimmy John's. For those of you who have been following that drama, we're at a stalemate right now. I haven't been in for an Italian Club sub in more than two weeks. But I digress. My mood for picking new fights is beginning to wane a little. So, munchkins..."Come out, come out, wherever you are..." it's safe to come out of your hiding places! For now, at least.
A few of you have asked me about the black wristband I've been wearing lately. The Silent Protest wristband represents disagreement with the Bush administration and it's policies, both domestic and international. It also serves as a reminder of the U.S. service men and women who have lost their lives in Iraq, as well as the tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians who have died. Check out the website, and if you feel as strongly as I do, order a few for you and your friends. IN case you're wondering, no, I don't believe that wearing it is unpatriotic. Just the opposite. In a democracy we are allowed, even encouraged, to disagree. That's the esscence of what we're fighting for in Irag, isn't it?.
I finally talked Dave into going to the gym with me this past week. After all of the flak I've taken from him for months about Seth and my workouts, I thought it was about time for some sweet revenge. And believe me when I say it is sweet! I decided to take him to Ab Lab first. Ab Lab is an intensive half-hour session focusing on, you guessed it, the abs. He gamely tried to keep up, but I know it was beginning to get to him before it was all over. Then I took him to the weight room so he could go through some of the routine I follow during my regular workouts. Being the nice guy that I am, I took it easy on him! By his own admission, he was a little sore the next day. YES! Take that!
While talking with my personal trainer, Seth, the other day, he suggested I begin keeping a food diary so we could sit down together and review exactly what I'm putting into my body. So, for the past few days I've been faithfully logging everything I eat...even the things I know would send a nutritionally-minded trainer into orbit. To my credit, though, I really do watch what I eat...while I'm eating it! Now here is where things get interesting. The other day in the locker room I found someone's membership card left in an empty locker. I stuck it in my jacket pocket with the intent of dropping it off at the front desk in the lobby on my way out. Well, as you might guess, that didn't happen. I found it in my jacket that evening as I was about to leave the office. Cursing under my breath, I decided I'd drop by the club on my way home. I walk in the door, and what's the first thing to catch my eye? A table full of cake! Now what kind of athletic club does that? One that wants to keep its members coming back, I guess. For those of you wondering...YES I did record it in my food diary! I wonder what Seth will have to say about that?
Ah, music! Ran across this the other day. If you have the stamina to dance for 80 minutes, listen to DJ Bravehound's dance mix, "Better At Night" . If you have Rhapsody, and don't have the stamina to shake it for 80 minutes, check out this catchy tune from John Hammond, "Nadine".
Finally, a some words to those people who follow my ramblings whenever the mood strikes.
Chris - I know you're going through a tough time right now, but you will get through this and emerge stronger. Just remember IABHFYB. Matt - You, too, are going through some things right now that are testing your strength and courage. If the past is any indication, you're going to make it. With the love and support of the people you care about you, you're going to be just fine, and there's a wealth of happiness in your future. IABHFYB, too! Joe - Who could have predicted that you and I would become friends? Especially considering the circumstances under which we met? You have a lot of choices to make...some tough decisions about the direction of your life...and I hope you think carefully and make the right ones. Sara - I'm not sure whether you're still a faithful reader or not, but if you are, and your interest is fashion tips and what not to wear, stick around...there'll be more! Jeff - Hey, little bro! Yes, I still have your birthday card. In fact I just saw it on my desk at work today! Try to ignore the fact that it's over a month late. It will get to you eventually...at least in time for your next birthday! Love ya! Paul - You're one of the little surprises that seems to come along once in awhile. In a short time you've become a great friend to me. Thank you! Tom - Like so many others, you've gone through some tough times lately, but you've said to me many times that you're a stronger person now than when I met you. I believe you. Just remember that if you ever need my help, IABHFYB. Di - My friend and fashion consultant! We are long overdue for lunch, Mills! Perhaps if, and when, you decide to return from your relaxing cruise we can make some plans? I sure miss you! Dave - How are those muscles feeling, buddy? Don't ever make fun of Seth or my workouts again! Hehehe. If you do, I'll have to take you with me to the gym again! James - It's been a while since we've both had the time to have a good, long talk. Let's both make some time soon, okay?
Well, that's about it for now. Whether I'll be any better at updating this thing in the future is anyone's guess. But keep checking back. You just never know!
Jaydog
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Scientific Proof
You are the large, round, friendly D20! (You probably didn't know this, but the shape of the twenty-sided die is called an Icosahedron.) You are the friendly, outgoing, outspoken, leader of friends. You are often looked up to, even though you don't normally deserve it. Most other types secretly wish they were you, and you'd give them tips on how, if only you had a clue yourself. Your charisma is often all you need, but you have your occasional moments of brilliance as well--just never when it's actually needed. You are the all-around good guy, a dependable chum, a respectable foe, and an inspiration to those who need one. Who says you can't get by on a smile and good looks alone?
Enough said! Feel free to take the test yourself at Dicepool.
Post your results in comments, if you want. Be sure to include some identification so we know for sure who you are!
Jaydog
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Reflecting....and then watch out!
Anyone who has read my ramblings for any length of time knows already how I feel about my friends. I doubt I need to repeat myself now. And you know how I feel about a friend in trouble, too. As if I've not said enough about that already, here's something else I ran across the other day that pretty well sums it up for me.
"When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness. That is a friend who cares." -- Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude
Anyway, enough of that.... Let's look at some pictures, shall we?
"Il diavolo fa le pentole ma non i coperchi."
Jaydog
"When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness. That is a friend who cares." -- Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude
Anyway, enough of that.... Let's look at some pictures, shall we?
"Il diavolo fa le pentole ma non i coperchi."
Jaydog
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Thursday, March 03, 2005
A burning question...
Why is it the people who need the most help... won't take it?
Each one of here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing help, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding.
These words from the movie, "A River Runs Through It", pretty much sum up what has been running through my mind the past week. Two friends of mine are both going through tough times in their lives right now. Both have been there for me in the past when I was in need of someone to listen, advise and provide a shoulder to lean on. Yet, in their time of need, both have chosen to hold me at arm's length and go through their separate trials alone. Both have turned to me in the past, and perhaps that's what keeps them from doing it again...that they feel they have turned to me once too often. If either, or both, happen to read this, and I know they do occasionally, here's how I would respond: "You are WRONG!". I've said on numerous occasions that friends do NOT keep score. They both must know that I WANT to help, even if it's only someone to listen. At least one of these friends does not have that. So, to both of them I say, "I'm here for you". IABHFYB
In the meantime, I worry.
Each one of here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing help, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding.
These words from the movie, "A River Runs Through It", pretty much sum up what has been running through my mind the past week. Two friends of mine are both going through tough times in their lives right now. Both have been there for me in the past when I was in need of someone to listen, advise and provide a shoulder to lean on. Yet, in their time of need, both have chosen to hold me at arm's length and go through their separate trials alone. Both have turned to me in the past, and perhaps that's what keeps them from doing it again...that they feel they have turned to me once too often. If either, or both, happen to read this, and I know they do occasionally, here's how I would respond: "You are WRONG!". I've said on numerous occasions that friends do NOT keep score. They both must know that I WANT to help, even if it's only someone to listen. At least one of these friends does not have that. So, to both of them I say, "I'm here for you". IABHFYB
In the meantime, I worry.
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