Back At Square Zero

I can’t tell you that today’s blog won’t contain some of yesterday’s lost material, because it will.

“Square One”
“Square One”, and “Back At Square One” are expressions I use often. They have always bugged me. Being a game player, and later in life a C programmer, I think that the expression the expression should be “Square Zero”. Afterall, once you roll a die and get a one, you move one space, therefore that square should be square one. Semantics, I know, but it bugs the shit out of me…

Taking A Vacation From My Life
I’ve been bound and determined this week to not be me. I am avoiding all of my routine activities, decided that I am not going to exercise this week, and am spending time at home.

The last two nights I have picked up a book and used it for something other than killing bugs and propping doors open.

The book I am reading is called “A Million Little Pieces” by James Frey. It is the (supposed) memoir of Frey’s time spent in a Minnesota Drug and Alcohol Treatment Facility called Hazelden. So far this book has scared me more than any Steven King could possibly ever. I somehow identify deeply with a man who has destroyed his life and has little to live for. This bothers me.

Bank Withdrawal
I have few Rain Man abilities. In my ten years of living in Atlanta I have memorized the locations of all Wachovia ATM machines for the areas in which I roll. Need cash? Wachovia customer? No problem! Follow me to freedom!

With the acquisition of SouthTrust things have gotten a little harder. First, I had to start incorporating SouthTrust ATMs into the search routine. Second, Wachovia has started shutting down locations as a part of their Grand Merger Plan. Bring It! I can handle it.

Unlike many, I like banks. I don’t like the banking industry; I like the bank buildings. Walk into Old School banking locations and you will find some of the nicest architecture that this country has seen over the last one hundred plus years (really the Bank Building Boom probably ended in the 1980s when banks became more like 7-11s). Early 20th century banks contained wood, metal, and marble; they were grand in nature, and clean as a whistle.

Gorillaz In The Hood
There is discussion abound about going to Criminal Records for the in-store appearance of Gorillaz. (Where are they going to put people, Criminal is not exactly spacious?)

I’m not a huge fan of the in-store appearance circuit, but this could be fun. Maybe I’ll bring the new camera. Maybe I’ll bring my Steve Keene Gorillaz portaits for signing. Maybe I’ll do nothing but show up. These decisions need not be decided now.

This rattled around in my brain on the drive into work.

Why do we put stuff in a “compost bin” to decompose. Should it not be called a “decompost bin”?

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – a pound of sausage stuffed into a half-pound tubing
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Ark — “One Of Us Is Gonna Die Young”
Website Of The Day – For the Simpson’s fan in you, the Last Exit To Springfield

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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