Okay, a few things about myself that few know, and fewer seem to care about.

• I rarely pre-plan my conversations. The weirdest things I say are all off the cuff. Not that I wear cuffs. But if I did, I’m sure I’d have to take them off (see, that right there? Off the cuff!)
• I can never remember which word is etymology and which word is entomology. I know the difference, but can never separate the words out in my head.
• I start far more projects than I finish. This site is a great example of that.
• I get truly flustered and embarrassed talking about my past. Compliments about me in my past only serve to further to embarrass me.
• I have no true aspirations in life. My dream job does not exist, for there are many things I wish to do.
• I am a sponge for knowledge, but dislike reading. I can’t honestly tell you how I know about the different superhero personas of Ant-Man/Giant Man, but I do.
• I was elated to find out that I was not the only one who does this.
• I like to keep things very clean and organized at work, but my home life is a mess. I lost my phone and in the process of looking for it found a different phone.

Redoing website.  Will add content soon.

Well, I finally broke down and changed the website design a bit so it’s a “fluid width” design instead of the “fixed width’ design. I also changed one of my pages into a genuine Wordpress Plugin rather than the horrible amalgamation of code that it was. Now? It’s even worse. Oh well, a continuous progress, this website. I tweak and tweak and tweak until I make it worse than ever. But it’s fun. Everyone needs a hobby. Which is, by definition, not strictly productive.

I just spent the last week being sick. The jury’s still out as to whether I had strep throat and {en:Influenza }, or merely the latter. The fact that 36,000 people a year die from this is… a little disconcerting. Well, it was the worst I can remember feeling, and hopefully the worst I’ll feel for some time. So, uh… that’s why I haven’t posted in a month. For reals.

School’s kicking into midterms again. Great time to miss a week of school, eh? I think missing classes is a great way to quell your desire to go to classes, so it’s a slippery slope I have been forced to tread. But, come h-e-double hockey sticks or high water, I’m going to make this work. At the very least, flunk with fun!

Well, hope you and yours had a fantastic MLK day. How do we celebrate the life of a man who wanted us to all be treated as equals? We get the day off work. Seems to me that any time that you get some time off work, you’re probably not celebating the ideals that led to that day of as well as you should. So how did I spend the day? Watching VH1. Well, VH1 Classic, I think. I’m not quite sure what the difference is between VH1 and VH1 Classic, but I’m pretty sure it revolves around the fact that VH1 wants to get paid from advertisers buying time on two channels instead of one. Anyways, on the I Love the ’80s: 3D (which is not in 3D), they have {en:John Moschitta} recap each episode. If you’re anything like me, you probably fondly remember this guy as the fast talking tiny guy who sold us {en:Micro Machines}. I’m not sure what the appeal was of getting a toy car that’s too tiny to play with, but too big to swallow, but I’ll be darned if I didn’t want them. Ian Michael Black just suggested that they fit up your rectum. I’m not sure if that’s the appeal that the Micro Machines execs were going for, but a guy who speaks about 300 words a minute told me to buy them, so I did.

Long store truncated, watching this has made me nostalgic. Mainly nostalgic for things I don’t remember, because my imagined childhood is probably much better than my actual one was. But still, nostalgic. I think any of us would agree that our past is much better than the present. Unless your past involves a closet, and your present involves a series of winning lottery tickets. Life was so much better when we were kids, right? Not just the lack of responsibilities, but life in general. But the dichotomy is that we’re envious of how kids have it now. But bitter that they didn’t have some of the life-shaping experiences we had. I’m trying to make a point here, but I can’t quite see it.

And this is the second time WordPress has eaten my post from Firefox closing unexpectedly Blarg.

Well, I got home and my PC won’t boot at all. I had thought that my hard drive with all of my documents and games was crashing, so I backed it up last week. When I tried to run a chkdisk on it today, it froze halfway through, and now neither o my other BOOTABLE drives will, y’know, boot. But tomorrow’s thanksgiving, so I won’t have time to futz with it.

At least I don’t have to worry about it for a while.
The preceding was posted via mobile phone. Typos may be numerous. The author takes no responsibility for hilariously offensive mistypings.

Today just has a bad vibe to it.  Anyone who knows me probably knows that I’m happy to the point that they suspect me of doing mind-altering drugs.  Very rarely a day goes by where I’m less than chipper.  But today may be one of those days.

It’s a somewhat intangible thing, I can’t quite figure out why.  Other than some trouble at the tail end of the semester in classes, everything’s going the same as always in my life.  One thing that brought it to a head was when I got into work today, I was going over what needed to be done with the morning shift person, and I got called away by the manager.  He gave me a completely unrelated task.  Then someone else I’ve never seen comes up to him and says “So this must be Andrew.”  When confronted with someone I’ve never met, I do what I normally do: reach out to shake his hand, and go “Yes, and you are…?”  This gentleman then shakes my hand and laughs, saying “He doesn’t know who I am?” then laughs with my manager.  And walks away.  Turns out he was the regional manager, my boss’s boss’s boss.  Who laughed at me wanting to be introduced to him.  I don’t care how high up you are in the middle management chain, if you’re introducing yourself to someone, you’d damned better introduce yourself.  If you can’t show me the common courtesy of giving me your name when you’re getting paid ten times my salary, then I don’t care who you are.  I don’t think it had anythign to do with the position, just that he didn’t see the need to introduce himself to me.  Most uncool.

Well, on the bright side, we decided to try and partake of some  {en:haute culture} and bought some unpronouncable French cheeses and artisan bread for a little cheese party.  A party with two people, mind you.  We got a firm cheese, a semi-firm, and a soft cheese.  The good, the not as good, and the smelly.  I’m not sure how soft cheese is made, but if cows wore sneakers without socks for three weeks, that’s what the soft cheese would smell like.  Not particularly displeasant, but alltogether pungent.  We paid $20 for some small hunks of cheese, and we proceeded to eat smaller hunks out of the cheese and bread.  We probably ate about $2 of our $20 investment, but that’s what high society is about, right?  Wasting money?  Well, {en:irregardless} we tried to better ourselves culinarily and benefited from the experience.

Also, on the right you may notice a mini.wiggster.com iframe.  I need to figure out what sort of mini-content I can put in a 240×120 frame.  For now, twitter twits!  If you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears.  Well, the ear parts of me, anyway.

I like my 404. Not sure if I’m the first to do it or not, but I still like it. For those who don’t know, it’s from Portal. The ending song is the best ever.

Well, at work today, I had what I can describe as the most frightening moment where I was lucid. I’m at work, and suddenly I realize that something’s not quite right. I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel otherwise fine. Then, there it is again. Something out of the corner of my eye. It’s… nothing. But not quite nothing. It’s something I can’t see. Not a blur, because I can focus on it, but nothing my brain is registering. Then it’s a blur. Then I feel light-headed. I start moving my hand and notice there’s a point where I can no longer see it, but I can focus on it and see it. I rush and sit down, and it keeps happening. I close my right eye, thinking it may be my contact, but the same thing is happening with my left eye. I close the sinister twin with the same result. I can’t think very clearly at this point, but I start wondering if this is what a stroke would feel like.

I quickly tell my manager I’m feeling ill and go to get some food. I have a thought that it might be low blood sugar acting way up, as I realize I had little to eat by that point. I hop over to target and call my next of kin to let them know what’s going on as I snarf down some sugar-rich food. I take out my contacts, and am somewhat pleasantly suprised that everything is now blurry. Which is, y’know, to be expected when you remove your vision correction. I refill my soda a few times, waiting for my glasses and ride home to arrive, should I need it. The glasses seem to help, but they’re so old and bespeckled by their peeling covering that it’s hardly better than squinting.

I hate missing work, and I started out the day feeling superb. But the fact that I have no idea what’s going and can’t seem to think or walk straight overrides my desire to be with my coworkers. I call the rest of the night in, and make a beeline for the internet. First to try and find a doctor that’s open after 5 on a Saturday that takes my insurance, and a quick Google search to see if I have something easily explainable. Well, a few results show that I’m exhibiting the lion’s share of symptoms of {en:hypoglycemia}. This makes me feel somewhat better, as I continue to grep a list of doctors from my insurance website in an attempt to find somewhere to go. Also, the sheer amount of Pepsi and chocolate I’d partaken no doubt helped.

Bottom line, I never did find a doctor, but I’m feeling much better now, aside from a splitting headache. I’ll find my way to a doctor as soon as possible, but I’m fairly sure that I’m hypoglycemic. And possibly diabetic.

I’m going to get tested for diabetes. And, dollars to donuts, it’s going to turn out that I have diabetes. I’m not sure why, but I seem to have remained blithely, even intentionally, unaware as to what diabetes entails. I’ve always been told by my parents that I have low blood sugar, like my father before me, but never wanted to think I was diabetic. Now, it seems that my mother has diabetes, as discovered by a recent series of medical visits that I have been less informed about that I would prefer. Yet still, I didn’t really research it. I think I knew in some part of me that I had it, despite not knowing what it is.

I’m scared. I don’t know what’s in store for me. But I’m not scared of facing it, because I know I can get through it, and I have people who will help me. I’ll get through it, I just have to face up to it.

May the force be with me.

It’s been about 2 days since I posted. Barring sleep, here’s the things one could have done in that span of time:

• Made 2 {en:gross} of hard-boiled eggs, one at a time.
• Watched The Tenth Kingdom 7 times.
• Counted the first 345,600 digits of pi (and end on a 2)
• Walked 144 miles (the distance from Philadelphia to Washington, DC, which are coincidentally the second and third locations of the U.S. Capitol!)
• Eaten six meals
• Watched the Cesium-155 atom isolate 1.58848677*10¹⁵ times
• Beaten Portal 24 times
• Gotten 8 hours of overtime
• Watched the entire {en:Partidge Family} series, with commercials
• Ran 382 miles on a treadmill and broken a world record

So, what did YOU to change the world in the last 48 hours? If you’re like me, and the answer is “nothing,” think about what you could do in the next 48 hours.

Well, now that my bills are paid off, and I’ve successfully paid for school, I bought a DVD player/recorder with money I had saved up but wasn’t sure if I would be able to use. But this is no ordinary DVD player! It’s a DVD-VCR Combo! Not that I have any tapes, but my better fraction most certainly does! Oodles of tapes! But it’s no ordinary DVD-VCR Combo. It’s a DVD-Recorder VCR Combo! Not only that, but I can add more bold tags and say it’s a DVD-VCR Combo with built-in Digital Tuner! This will let me do three things:

1. Watch DVDs
2. Convert VHS tapes into DVDs for later viewing
3. Lament that I’m broke for the next few weeks

I know I’m a few years behind the curve, but truth be told, as much as I love consumer electronics, I’ve settled into a nice boring lifestyle where I’m happy with what I have. My love of that new-electronics smell has been superceded by my love of eating food with a higher nutritional content than Ramen. Well, not love per se, but at least happy indifference. I’m sure that once (if?) I graduate college and have enough disposable income to better boost the National GDP, I’ll live in a squalidly tiny apartment with enough electronics that I could probably acquire a Radio Shack franchise operation off of what’s in my living room.

So far, I’ve spent about as much time configuring my website as I have writing posts to go on it. Probably more, in fact. This is par for the course for me, I spend so much time making a backend that I can use quickly an efficiently that, in the end, I’ve spent more time that I would have to begin with. I prefer to think off it as being robust, rather than being a needy perfectionist who’s never happy with anything, ever. But I’m trying to change that.

In another bit of trivia that no one cares about, I’m debating going through with changing my life in a way that’s uniquely my own. By which, of course, I mean following a manual. I highly recommend purchasing one of these books; even if you don’t follow the instructions, it’s a great read.

And it looks like my personal goal of not yammering on about unrelated topics in a single blog post lasted precisely six posts. Hurrah!