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So I managed to find a new pair of sandals for the summer. In the past, the problem has been finding anything wide enough for my foot, since I wear something between a 13-15 EEEE.
Enter the Dunham 415 - I have never worn a more comfortable sandal. The backstrap is removable to turn them into slip-ons, and they work in about every conceivable way.
Apparently I am allergic to oak pollen. Maybe maple. They both came out hard this week in New York and I am currently suffering. My sinuses are like unto twin neutron stars behind my eyes, not merely content to be dense, squatting anomalies on the rubber sheet of my internal reality, but they’re branching out into pain emissions like some kind of sadistic, boogery pulsar thing.
I shall content myself with thoughts of murder and mayhem.
Conversation of the year today, in about 4 lines.
Alan, my director of operations comes by my cube.
“Hey Matt, did you hear Jane’s announcement about everyone going home at 2pm once the party’s over?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Good. Doesn’t apply to you.”
“Oh.”
So here’s the summary.
Having gone momentarily insane over the Black Friday specials at Best Buy, my wife decided that we would make sure we were able to snag two particular items: a $250 Toshiba laptop, and a $130 Samsung MiniDV camcorder. Of course, to do this, she dropped me off at the front door of the store around 5:30PM on Thanksgiving as we were driving back from dinner in Connecticut. Having arrived at 5:30PM, I found myself #6 in line, behind a family from Manhattan who’d been there since 2PM, some nice people who arrived around 3:30PM from the Bronx, and a dude from Jersey named Paulie.
Fast-forward. Wife arrives back at Best Buy around 9PM with blankets, my Nintendo DS, a couple of books for me, and some chairs. Thankfully I had already established a perimeter using my Evil Stare, and thus had a bench for myself and the aforementioned Paulie. Wife goes up to Dave & Buster’s and snags us some dinner so we don’t go insane. I discovered that I had a knack for something: when someone came up and set up their chair near the front of the line, I didn’t have to say a word. I just hunch down in my chair and start staring. Eventually they become unnerved and ask the other people in line why I’m staring at them, at which point the others inform them that it would probably be a damn fine idea for them to get to the back of the line where they belong.
Fast-forward some more. We managed to get 3 vouchers for doorbuster deals somehow, and ended up with the following:
All in all, fairly successful, and I’ve learned that people do not want to mess with me when I’ve had little to no sleep in a 25-hour period because apparently I give off a vibe that says “I bet I would feel rested if I drove a pipe wrench into your face” or something like it.
And props to Ken for snagging me the 400gb external hard disk from Staples. Awesome.
I am currently sitting outside of a Best Buy waiting for them to open in about… 6 hours. Wife and I are 6 and 7 in line. I am insane. I am going more insane.
A Best Buy employee gave us the WEP key for their wifi, so I borrowed someone’s laptop to keep in touch with the world at large. I have a problem. Clearly. For many reasons.
Drums, drums in the deep. There is no way out. We cannot escape.
They come.
I’m out of town from the 11th to the 18th, might have sporadic access. Have fun.
Woke up, my back was killing me. Looks like I’m in the middle of an attack of sciatica, which means my back hurts and my legs are feeling very weak. Not happy with that. Of course, then… on my way to work, I get a call that Sara had fallen and hurt her ankle. Nothing broken, but she’s going for an MRI tomorrow to see if there’s any ligament damage.
Should never have gotten out of bed. Neither of us.
Matt: OK, so I have the wiring box out of the outlet. What now?
Dad: You’re gonna wanna clip the end and strip about an inch of clean wire off.
Matt: You know, it occurs to me. You never once mentioned that I should turn this circuit off at the breaker box.
Dad: So? You’ve got leather work gloves, right?
Matt: Yeah, but…
Dad: They’ll impede about 600 volts, so don’t worry about it. Jeeze.
So on Thursday night, my cable modem dropped out around midnight. Of course, I was in the middle of moving about a gig of files, so I went slightly insane. Did the normal plug/unplug routine, then called the cable company only to be told my area was being upgraded.
Upgraded?
Well, sure. Why not? Came back up around 2am, so I checked it out, and…
Hell yes. HAY-ULL YES.
I’ve just updated the ol’ blog to WordPress 2.0 — if you can’t see any real differences, I’m a happy man.
