amusedI know, I know.
I don't call. I don't write. I disappear for weeks at a time and then come back like a cheap drunk at 2 a.m. wanting to get laid with a comment about Professor Zinn.
Note: Yes, I took one of Professor Zinn's classes and he single-handedly helped me keep my $5,000 a year college scholarship. This means my RL name is probably listed somewhere in his FBI file.
And by the way, the fact that a Boston University official was informing on Howard Zinn, really ISN'T a surprise. Nor is it new news. Zinn (I seem to recall) actually knew this was the case. I seem to recall him performing a hilarious stand-up routine/reenactment of his FBI File for the whole class (yes, he had a copy) back in the very late 80s/early 90s.
So, anyway, about me showing up like a bad penny after weeks of radio silence...
That's mostly because I'm still getting used to my "up at 5 a.m. to go to the gym, in bed somewhere between 10 and 10:30 p.m." schedule.
Plus my desktop computer, which I've had for about 5-and-a-half years, is in the midst of belly-upping. It won't recognize any external hard-drives and its processing time is getting slower and slower.
Good thing this didn't happen a month ago. I would've been slightly screwed and would've had to switch completely over to my laptop, which is also having issues. I'm hoping a hard drive wipe and restoration with resolve the issue, but I can't do that until the desktop is replaced.
In any case, I'll be picking up the new desktop (relying on CNet and going with the budget Gateway tower — 1TB hardrive 8GB of RAM) on Tuesday after the Geek Squad is through with it.
Furthermore, while the Jolly Green Giant prepares to move my department (At last! I'll have a real cube instead of a table in the middle of the hallway!), I'm severely restricted on my "goof-off on occasionally NSFW sites" like Journaling sites during work hours. Not that I want anyone to be SFW! I don't. Stay you're vaguely disreputable selves, all. It's just I gotta be careful, at least until the Jolly Green Giant finishes its gyrations and I get the green light to serve my rotten-no-good-cheating Former Employer my divorce papers.
The Divorce Papers, by the way, consist of a Fuck-Off-And-Die Certified Letter telling them to drop me from COBRA; rollover my no-matching funds 401(K) to my shiny new with matching funds 401(K); and a call to a Fed Agency reporting my rotten-no-good-cheating Former Employer for various tax issues that keep cropping up among my former co-workers.
As for my evening and weekend hours, I gots shit to do. Plus, see: my schedule, still getting used to it (up at 5 a.m. to hit the gym).
Hopefully when I my life pulls together a bit more and the chaos is a bit less, I'll be around more often.
[Note to self: Must really put something up about the Great White Shark invasion off Cape Cod tonight. Because, dude, it's SHARK WEEK, and we must celebrate!]
