I like to think of myself as being observant. Today while making my morning commute I saw a sign along 400 that I’ve never seen before; it read “GA400 Hospitality Highway.” Is the new? What does it even mean? Am I being “hospitable” by chucking fifty cents into a tollbooth basket each morning? Is the sign a misprint? Should it read “GA400 Hospital Highway?” At least that would make some sense…
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
If something that you do rankles me I can know that your fault is my fault too.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
It’s Not You, It’s Me. No Wait It’s You, Just Not You Specifically
Like a frightened turtle I shrunk back into my shell yesterday. I didn’t want to be around anyone, so I passed on my (inconsistent) weekly ritual of running at George’s followed by beer drinking.
Instead I ate some really forgettable Chinese buffet food before freeing my camera from its bag to take photos inside this month’s Atlanta Grid Project grid (AM-49 for those of you keeping score at home). I am happy to announce that I don’t think that my camera has “issues” after all, just that the light I was shooting in the other night was much crappier than I thought. The exposure readings shooting in yesterday’s late afternoon brilliant sunshine were spot-on.
After walking around for a while I made the mistake of attempting to drive home using Atlanta’s woefully inadequate surface streets. Of course there was construction on Piedmont near Cheshire Bridge so traffic was a complete clusterfuck. I returned home around 8pm which left me enough time to catch up on some issues, process some photos, and watch some RealiTV before turning in around midnight.
Why Can’t My Officemates Make Coffee?
Seriously. Why is it that 80% of the time that I go into the break room the coffee pot doesn’t contain enough coffee to fill a cup? In this day and age it’s not that hard to make coffee.
- dump old coffee grounds into trash
- put new coffee filter into basket
- open new coffee packet
- pour coffee into filter
- press start button
See, it’s so simple I can type it into a blog easily. In fact, it took me longer to type the instructions that it would have to perform the instructions.
I just don’t understand people.
ITP Flickr Pic
Taken on my solo photostroll through the grid yesterday.
When I used to take Marta I’d see a patch of graffiti and think “I should bring my camera out here and shoot.” Thanks to the Atlanta Grid Project I now have.
The Red Rocket Is Mounted On The Jackmobile
Boy, that certainly sounds naughty…
This morning I placed my road bike on the top of my car in anticipation of riding tonight. Currently the plan is to join the Roswell ride (OTP?!?), however I reserve the right to back out for one very serious reason — I have yet to get my tax forms back from my accountant because they never called me back the other day. Since my accountant’s office is near Decatur I may have to head toward home in order to get my paperwork and peruse it before having to grab my ankles for Uncle Sam again.
Anyone know what time the Pizza Ride out of Avondale Estates starts? I took the time to take my bike with me, I might as well ride it somewhere.
If You Can’t Stand The Heat, Watch Some RealiTV
Due to my oversight on Tuesday I had a lot of catching up to do.
I first watched Hell’s Kitchen. I love this show even though I know that it is completely blown out of proportions and that life at Hell’s Kitchen can not be as intense and insane as it is edited to be. C’mon, each episode is plagued with errors… “You could kill someone!!!” This episode had the perfect twist which proved to me that this show is as rigged as an off-the-strip Las Vegas roulette wheel. Ramsay picked Corey as “The Best of the Worst” and allowed her to nominate two people to put onto the chopping block. She played “strategery” and instead of nominating the two weakest members for the evening, she nominated two people with whom she has had personal issues, namely Christina and Jen. Ramsay heard testimony from each nominee, which included crying from Christina and a long-winded testimony edited brilliantly to make it appear tortuous from Jen, and then overruled Corey by eliminating a weaker candidate in Sharon. Ramsay praised Corey for attempting the strategy but said that he couldn’t bestow the crown of Executive Whipping Post to someone he couldn’t trust. Next week’s show should be really entertaining….
Turmoil also erupted on Top Chef. King Richard has been dethroned, but by a streak of “luck” not beheaded even though he left numerous scales on his fish. Instead it was apparent that there was too much lesbian loving on inside the house so Jennifer was separated from her partner Zoi as Zoi was asked to pack up her fucking knives and go. The real action started post-Zoi departure however as tempers flared like oil hitting fire when two arguments broke out, one between shattered-lover Jennifer and “Spike”, the other between the night’s winner Lisa and constant-stick-up-his-ass sore-loser Dale. Next week’s show should be really interesting….
A Call To Mac Users
In the Olden Days of computing I used to be able to make auto-fill keyboard shortcuts. For instance, there are certain URLs that I use often in this blog and rather than having to type out the entire URL with its http tag I’d like to strike one key combination and have it get spit out onto my screen?
How can I do this on a Mac? I’d be willing to buy something if that’s what it takes.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – okay, although I need to stop being lazy
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Whigs — “Right Hand On My Heart” (another Georgia band on Sirius)
Website Of The Day – This week I’ve been snacking on samples of LaraBar bars that I picked up at the ING Runners’ Expo a couple of weeks ago. The opening page of their website leaves something to be desired, but their product is good (although I didn’t enjoy the Key Lime Pie flavor because unbeknown to me it contained coconut — I should learn to read labels)
Exercise (b)Log – nothing, again
Monthly Foot Mileage – 21.5 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 10 (10)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day