July 15, 2004

• Here it is almost 6:30am, and I’m at work “sneaking posts” again. I don’t know why I seem to “act” like it’s that important where or when I post in this blog. If I had a wireless laptop I could blog on the highway with the top down on the convertible. (Wouldn’t do that with the motor running, even on the 605 or the 110 in stalled traffic, just joking) I was on the puter this a.m. at home, and left about 5-6 minutes later than usual. I have at least five panels to test today, and all my quotes are “up to date” but I still have a couple of master document folders to finish, so I don’t feel any “stress”. The owners of the company seem to think we’re “losing money” and we “need more business” but they never thank me for the business I bring in with my panel quotes (over a 15% return on quotes most months this year so far which is stupendous). Of course if they acknowledged that I was bringing in business, then perhaps they would have to acknowledge the fact I should get a raise, and they certainly won’t do that. It’s Thursday, and time for more Financial Advice. I’m on dime rolls for lunch. Don’t want to break out the “card” again this week. (My Money program tells me I’m “over budget” and these days I’m ALWAYS overbudget, so should just program the Money program to shove it. I’m in charge, really.) Tomorrow is Friday, and hope there’s some spare change in my account enough for me to maybe go to the O.C. Fair this weekend. Perhaps with my camera. The Griffith Park expedition was neat last week, and I just harbor such a need to take more pix. The little “memory stick” doesn’t want to “stay” in the camera though, since last weekend, and one of the reasons I have an extended warrantee is so I can take the thing back to Good Guys and get a replacement if anything “goes wrong” which is what is happening, but if I “coax it real nice” then I can get the memory stick to stay in place for a while. I just hope the thing doesn’t fly out of the camera while I’m photographing, by, let’s say, the ocean, and I lost the 89 dollar device that’s smaller than a keyring along with the 500 or so photos stored on it at any given time.

  
  

  Well, almost time for my walk this morning. (Actually I’m late for that too, but I’ll keep writing for a bit more.) I haven’t weighed myself in a week or two, but still “feel fat”. I’ve switched to those sickenly sweet “malt liquor drinks” at night because I can keep the number down to two each, but I am really dying for some Corona and lime during the summer months, and, well, I tend to drink more beer, and each beer is like sticking a pound of two to my stomach. Why didn’t I care about myself in the old days when I was younger like I do now that I’m in the second half century of my existence? Who the heck knows? I don’t have anyone to impress, that’s for sure.

  
  

  Cancerboy went in for his sixth chemo treatment yesterday, and he’s “off” next week, so he’ll be going back to work (Yipppeee) he tells me. It’s been so long since I’ve actually watched my own Tivo that it’ll be incredibly neat having my “three hours time to myself” between the time I get home and he does. I was beginning to think he’d be home for the full six months. Positively though, I’m really glad the  chemo is not affecting him negatively, and we’ve rekindled our “friendship” a bit since the cancer arrived for him. Heck, he’s a buddy, even though we’ve lived in the same house for WAY TOO LONG. I wouldn’t want our tenancy to end because of his death. (Besides, then I’d have to move. Median prices for homes in Los Angeles/Orange County have skyrocketed to $414,000.00. That’s almost a half a million bux. At this rate I’ll never own a home. Oh, well, in four more years I’m a senior, and those Senior Mobile Home parks look so attractive. By the time I’m ready to move into one, however, home prices will be $700,000.00 each and I probably will not have had a raise even then.

  
  

  I haven’t even mentioned the JURY duty calls. I skipped the one which told me I was supposed to be in Long Beach Court yesterday morning, and so was postponed another week. Most folks seem to “get off” when they are called. The last time I was called, in late Sept. 2001, I got right on a rape trial that lasted three months, kept me out of work for too long, and resulted, like most rape trials, in a hung jury. Not only that, but the gal was Japanese, and the whole trial was “translated” back and forth.

  
  

  Oh, I have “talked too much” this am, and now will go take my daily walk, feel healthy, and know that the two dime rolls I have allocated for lunch will only buy a cheap sandwich, and at least it won’t be too “fattening”. Do I dare weigh myself today. Go ahead, Mikey, no one’s watching except your conscience!                 

  
  

  One last thing. I added some artwork to my “Art” folder on the Webshots site last night. I am slowly but surely putting all my “composites” in one place on the internet, and they can be played in a “slideshow.” Check it out if you have the time. WARNING: Some of the “Betty Boop Hentai” poses are ADULTS ONLY, if you know what I mean. The “Art” folder is on the top right, and the photos I took at the zoo are on the top left.

  
  

  Well, th,th,that’s all folks.

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