Monday, February 27, 2006

Confession time

My name is Brian, the 646Guy and I am addicted to kilts.

It's getting scary people. Just last September I had a mere THREE kilts to my name. By the end of this week...I could have 16! I don't know what to do or say.

My mother doesn't know that the check she sent from Christmas went toward one. It was supposed to go towards a desk but my tax return and/or bonus will cover that.

One of my friends is sending me one as a belated Xmas gift. But not just a kilt. He's getting me the socks, sporran, and shirt too.

I eyed two low price casual kilts (aka the philabeg) online...I bought them.

And I still have scads of pants to wear as well...I think it's time for an intervention...or a job where I can wear them to work...
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Thursday, February 23, 2006

Reading List

Check another book off of the reading list. Last night I read Brokeback Mountain (which of course probably kills the movie for me given how it ends). It was a short read but very worth it. Made me do a lot of thinking about my life and if I would have had the courage of Jack Twist to even think about pursuing a relationship given the circumstances.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006


So...I'm tired of all of those email scams saying that they have like 25 BAZILLION DOLLARS in a locked box that they want my help to ship to the US and will give me 10 BAZILLION in return.

I'm going to fuck with them now. I'm going to see if I can get them to send ME money first as proof of their good will and faith in the process. How I get them to do this...I dunno...but I have this site as inspiration. You have to read some of these email exchanges between these people and how ridiculous they sound but they just bite into them hook, line, and sinker thinking they have a sucker on the line.

I'm thinking of it as inspiration. And some time for me to have some fun on my end of things as well...of course I plan on making sure that they send all correspondences to the FBI and CIA so they can go to jail too...

Monday, February 20, 2006


Just makes you wonder what it was like after the competition when they were giving each other looks like this. They either bitched each other out or had the best sex in the world? What do you think?

Big argument?
Great sex?
Big argument followed by great sex?

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Star Search Challenge Gets Three and a Quarter Stars

Today is the first day back on the job since the surgery. Thanks for all the good comments and vibes. The nose is fine and just have to keep blowing it so I can make sure I get everything out from my sinuses. The throat is still a little sore from the tonsils and I talk a little funny but I'm learning to drop my jaw more when I talk so my tongue doesn't get in the way. Hopefully this part gets healed and normal soon because the surgery to have your tongue shortened is a bitch.

I also got a paper copy of my job review. Mind you, since starting to work here in 2002, I've never had a formal review before so when I learned that this was happening I was alternately thrilled (because let's face it, you never know how you're doing on the job until your review) and scared (because I freakin' hate review/raise/bonus season). Basically, it all stems from a performance review I got at the last company I worked for in Florida where I busted my butt of and was constantly praised in front of my peers and management as exceeding all expectations and then when I got my review it said, "Meets Requirements." I had my talk with the boss who claimed to have high standards and when I had my turn to write something at the bottom of the review, I scrawled in large letters, "Based upon conversations had between myself, this manager, and department management and the comments she has expressed in their presence, the rating of 'Meets Requirements' makes no sense." My boss was shocked that I would write that on there but it was the truth.

To be honest, I'm surprised it was as good as it was. I'm not overwhelmed or thrilled by it, but still...MUCH better than what I thought it was going to be. I have only one point to quibble over with them but that's really it. I think it's going to be an interesting conversation that I'm actually looking forward to where I hope to challenge them as much as they plan to challenge me. I look at this as an opportunity to make my job worth staying at rather than wanting to look somewhere else.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Monday, February 13, 2006

And things that go BOOM!

Okay...who watched last night's episode of Grey's Anatomy....

Okay if you did answer me this...was it clear to you that when the bomb did go off that it was something that was actually happening and not a McDreamy dream that Meredith was having like she did to pull the bomb out of the guy?

I so thought it was a dream sequence until they pulled her into the shower...

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Snow Day -- February 12

Oh the weather outside is frightful....but the liquid codeine they gave me for my throat is so delightful....

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Court reporter, ready?

I'm going on the record for a quick moment AM when I am barely awake and cognizant of what I am doing....

I haven't had sex since October of last year. Given how I feel right now post-surgery, I don't think I want to have it ever again because I so do not feel sexy right now.....

Friday, February 10, 2006

Return to the doc

Well I had to make an excursion back to the ENT today.

What I didn't know/realize is that my doc had put a plastic casing in my nose to help it maintain its shape, position, etc. I thought it was this big piece of dried blood and snot combo that has been plaguing me forever and I've been trying to flush it out with the saline solution. Well apparently I tried too hard because I moved it a bit and that started my nose bleeding....and it wouldn't stop.

It was back to the ENT where I learned that this was something he had put up inside me and he had to shove it back into place (FUN!) as well as pack my nose with some biomaterial to help it clot and not hurt when it gets pulled out.

On the plus side of it all, I did get to go through the litany of small events (like the big blood/mucus/saliva combo I spit out of my mouth) and apparently it all seems like it's on track and I'm doing well. The packing and the plastic thing come out on Monday morning so we'll see what things are like when I'm not dealing with those two things....

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I scream, you scream...


As some of you know (and as many of you probably don't) I had nose and throat surgery done on Tuesday. They removed my tonsils and my uvula and did a septo-plasty on my septum all to correct sleep apnea.

For the most part, I feel good. My nose doesn't hurt as much as I thought it was going to but I have some residual throbbing pain in my temples which I think is just muscle fatigue from having to spit so much after the tonsilectomy. My throat is a different story though because it feels like I have strep throat 24/7. It's just very sore and inflamed. Thankfully, the pain meds that I have been given help take the edge off but doesn't totally kill the pain (which would have been nice).

I'm finally getting a decent amount of sleep which I totally didn't get much of the first two nights. I've been catnapping all day long and living off of my Netflix arrivals. Gotta love Netflix...

Anyhoo...I'm gonna get through this like I have everything else and make it work in my least I'm going to try to make this work in my favor....

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Some fun...

Okay one last bit of fun before I head out today for my nose and throat surgery....enjoy...



Sunday, February 05, 2006

Brokeback Squadron



Saturday, February 04, 2006

Brokeback to the Future



Friday, February 03, 2006

The Kilt Suit of my Dreams

Come on.....someone wants to buy this for me, right??? abotu just arranging an illicit liaison with the guy...

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Things to do while recuperating...

I've started making a list of things to do while I'm recuperating from surgery next week. I figure if I'm going to be housebound for a while I might as well make the most of my time.

  1. Transfer more CDs to my MP3 player
  2. Get rid of clothes that I don't wear or don't fit me
  3. Don't buy more kilts (you have like 10 now...that's enough for a while)
  4. Start going through all of the movies you have on VHS and see if you can learn how to move them over to bought a DVD recorder you might as well use it..
  5. Don't complain about the pain...
  6. Try to get as many movies off of your Netflix list as possible....really is 370 a realistic number to have in your queue?
  7. Read more....get rid of the books you don't read that are just sitting around
  8. Clean things up...figure out how to hang up that Green Room sign you "acquired" from the Daytime Emmys
  9. SLEEP!
  10. Work on the screenplay about your recent dumping...because nothing is better than humiliation served on a widescreen :)

Okay so I'm not going to go for humiliation but I've had a screenplay idea for a while that I haven't worked on yet and the text message hook is getting the creative juices flowing.

Anything I'm missing?

My sentiments exactly, sister...

I hate men.
I can't abide 'em even now and then.
Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a maiden rather,
For husbands are a boring lot and only give you bother.
Of course, I'm awfully glad that Mother had to marry Father,
But I hate men.

Of all the types I've ever met within our democracy,
I hate most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy,
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men.

They should be kept like piggies in a pen.
Avoid the trav'ling salesman though a tempting Tom he may be,
For on your wedding night he may be off to far Araby,
While he's away in Mandalay is thee who have the baby,
Oh I hate men.

If thou shouldst wed a businessman, be wary, oh, be wary.
He'll tell you he's detained in town on business necessary,
His bus'ness is the bus'ness with his pretty secretary,
Oh I hate men!
I hate men

Though roosters they, I will not play the hen.
If you espouse and older man through girlish optimism,
He'll always stay at home at night and make no criticism,
Though you may call it love, the doctors call it rheumatism.
Oh, I hate men.

From all I've read, alone in bed, from A to Zed, about 'em.
Since love is blind, then from the mind, all womankind should rout 'em,
But, ladies, you must answer too, what would we do without 'em?
Still, I hate men!