Friday, July 29, 2005

i went to court

1:30pm. Court. Commissioner/Judge arrived at 2:25. I was called at 3. I cannot take traffic school, and this is ONLY an arraignment?

this is BULLSHIT

Now I have 2nd court date, same building, same room, Sept 6th? This will go on forever


Sara's sister Kate is trying to get her dog voted best dog.
If you have free time, please bop over and vote for Kate & Greg's
pooch Porter. According to Kate:

There's lots of Boxer Babies on here, but there's only
one true cutie patootie! I'm on Page 19 and #448...I've got
my big old bone in my mouth and trying to smile.


So you click the link, then you see the page numbers at
the bottom, click 19, then click her dog, #448, and I think that is it





my birthday went swell, thanks to all my pals for coming. warning photos may be graphic.

Today, I go to court at 1:30pst, to contest a traffic ticket received in November of 04. I am hoping for no officer, and dismissal.

Tomorrow, boating with Martin
Sunday, boating with Keith
Monday, working on the race bike
Tuesday, cleaning house
Wednesday packing

Thursday-Monday aug 8th, Loreto, Mexico, fishing with Dale

Aug 13-15ish is AFM Endurance race and sprint race. the photos from last sprint are up, Greg's are hilarous, he has a black shadow in every one.

I will try to figure out how to get to Texas aug 16-28? but tentative

Sept 2-5 RKA nor-cal Labor Day ride with Sara, Dale & Joan, Jack

Sept 10-11 AFM motorcycle race in Buttonwillow

then?

THEN I start remembering to be alive and not committed to too much

Monday, July 25, 2005

wake up

wait to hear from boss. Don't hear from boss. Call boss. Yep, go into work to do performance review stuff. it takes a long time, we do not finish

Send Zack for lunch with my pal Elaine.

Boss says "lets do this tomorrow, you go"

Grab zack, go to wal mart, but some acne cleaning stuff for him

go to In and Out and get burger for me.

Go to Great Mall, get gift for Jack

Going home, stop at Dodge dealership to get parts that have been sitting there for a MONTH

hour later, 'while you wait" the parts are wrong parts

have discussion with Sara on phone about cake. I do not want cake. I want my princess Cake from Flames (last night), and do NOT want to share it.

Go home

write this

wait for party

so far? my 41st has been kinda so-so

the best part is all my pals who keep sending nice messages and phone mails. It is good to be alive. it is good to have freinds.

now I want a nap

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Wanted: Umbrella Girl Posse
Team Fat BasTARD seeks Umbrella Girls for AFM Endurance race. Team Fat BasTARD is:
Greg Creech, Bad Matt Buck, Chris VanAndel, Jack Walshe, Charles Statman

Team Fat BasTARD will be running the American Federation of Motorcyclist's four hour endurance race Saturday August 13th at Infineon Sears Point Raceway in Sonoma, and seeks an attractive female Umbrella Girl with almost no morals, and even less scruples.

Minimum Responsibilities:
Stand there and hold an umbrella.
Be photographed with the team and bike.
Wear something small, slinky and... Interesting. (not safe for work example of interesting)

Optional Responsibilities:
Make other teams envious and/or distracted.
Help out behind the pit wall with pit space and setup.
Help out with rider refreshments when they come off their shift.
Record Lap Times.
Perform Lap Dances.
Defeat all opposing teams as part of all-girl Kung-Fu army.
Change tires.
Strip spare motor out of B bike when A motor blows on the track.
Ride a 30-45 minute shift.**
Possibly meet single motorcycle racers.
(** licensed racers only)


Team Fat BasTARD will be competing under the name "Five ReTARDS on a MoTARD" riding a mostly stock 2000 XR650R SuperMotard in the 600 class. Yes, we are well aware that we're going to have our asses handed to us by every modified R6 600CC sport bike out there, but that's not the point, now is it?

This race is a ton of fun and if you're into motorsports at all, this is the closest access you'll get to a live racetrack. What you wear is mostly up to you. Less IS More.

Required hours are from around 10:30 AM till about 4:30 pm.
You'll get copies of all official photographs taken.

Submit resume, headshots, bodyshots, full nudes and measurements to creech@cluon.com

Pix of last year's team

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

financial decisions suck. I have NO clue what I am doing in the stock market, and I need a sense of security.

Anyhow, Cisco may or may not have hit 20.6, where I had a sell order in. So in the next few days, I may or may not recieve a BIG dang check from Smith Barney who manages my Employee Stock Purchase Program.

My plan is to use a block of the money to pay off a BIG FAT chunk of the Sprinter. Which will reduce my monthly payments, reduce the interest I am paying, and reduce the duration of that money owed.

The rest of the money will pay for the Insulation we put in the house (no, no noticeable difference, but I guess there is, I just can't really FEEL it) and to replenish my savings account which I have slowly been draining.

Money sucks. I wish I had a better comprehension of how to make LOTS of it in BIG chunks, that did not involve drugs, guns, dead body disposal, or anything else like that.


OH, I am still farting garlic from the dinner at Louie Cairo's after the races. This is where I will eat every time I go to Thunderhill, it was yummy


saw this rocket scientist on my way into work this morning. lesse, he likes his convertible, according to the license frame, he likes frisbee golf, he wears bifocals over his sunglasses, and? OH, he reads the journal while driving????

Yeah, I drive with the winners out here......



Reminder! Tomorrow, July 20th, is Ride to Work Day. don't forget to ride.

C

Sunday, July 17, 2005

it is truly a million degrees here.

the moment I put on my helmet and gloves for my race, the cell phone rang, it was my folks, I tried to answer, but service at the track blows.

So I hope it was not important.

got helmet back on, went out to race.

my pal Greg Creech who helped me last race was in full force. he wanted the win. My goal? to keep it from him

it was too hot. My strategy was simple. follow him, keep him a tire length away, show him my wheel every so often to rattle him, then on the last lap, pass him and run away

i followed him, on the 2nd lap, I drag raced him down the straight, and showed him a wheel, he ran wide, to pinch me off on the outside. No problem, I rolled off a little, we were playing a game.

Pretty much followed him and learned where he was fast and where he wasn't. then he got around 2 Yamaha FZRs that were in the class ahead of us. One of them was my pal Gwyn Lewis. She is ultra cool, and has crashed pretty hard before. I did not want to contribute to another. SO, I backed off a little. 3 turns later, Greg was opening a gap, so I passed Gwyn and another guy HARD, on the outside, and spent the next lap catching Greg.

Last lap, drag down the straight, next to him, turn 2 & 3 was where I planned to pass, but could not quite make it stick. Turn 5 is where I crashed last time, so I tiptoed through that one.

6, 7, 8 are all WFO turns, so I was right on Greg. I know he is faster in 9, 10, so I followed him, right on his tire.

Last turn coming onto the straight for the checker?

I am next to him, running down the straight. I tuck behind him, draft for a few seconds, then pull out and pass him before the checker, so he saw it, I made a little space, and decicively won..... 2nd place.

I waved, he gave me the finger, but I think in a freindly way

it was fun.

got in, got out of my leathers, walked, in the heat, to Gwyn's pit to apologize for the pass, then back to my pits. Load the truck. Speak with Phil & Halley, decide to stay for his race, and then dinner.

So I go to the shower, take a cold shower, YAY, cool off, go back to truck, change clothes, and write this

next stop? nap

then drive to dinner.

then home

yes, my birthday is July 25th, 8 days out.

9:45am, Thunderhill Raceway. The heat is already stifling. It's very difficult to breathe.

The AFM decision was to start practice at 7am instead of 8, and fight to get 6 races in before the lunch break.

I am in race 7. after lunch. IN the heat.

Oh well, I did go out for practice this morning, ripped out consistent 2:19 laps, which is satisfactory to me.

I plan on layin around, drinking water, panting like a dog, and trying to stay cool till my race.

It has become obvious, I need to spend the money and buy a 10'x10' EZ-UP(tm) shade shelter. My thoughts of an awning on the side of the sprinter are faltering, I think the EZ up gives more shade, it is just more to pack. Oh well, I can find space for it.

C

Saturday, July 16, 2005

it's 10:45p, I took a shower at the track showers, then sat in the Motion Pro truck with AC for a while. Now I am back in the Sprinnah, with all the doors open. it is hot and sticky. I need to sleep, practice starts at 7am tomorrow

I am really worried I will not be able to bear the Texas heat if I go back

oh no

it's 3pm Saturday. I am at Thunderhill racetrack in Willows, CA. it's over 100, projected to hit 107.

I ran 2 rounds of practice this morning, and have stopped, it is just too dang hot. Any riding I did now would not be practice, it would just be wearing out the tires and motor.

Tomorrow I am race #7, we are starting early, so I hope to race by 1pm, pack up, drain the remaining ice in my ice chest onto my crotch, then drive back to San Jose.

did I mention it is hot?

I am doing my lazy best to hang out in Chris Van Andel's Team Motion Pro trailer, or Phil Douglas' Aftershocks Fun Mover, Both air conditioned.

i do not know about tonight, it is gonna be hot and sweaty

Yes, I am drinkng lots of water & gatorade.

Yes, it makes me worry about moving back to Texas. I may not be man enough for this heat anymore.

that's all ya'll

Friday, July 15, 2005

I leave for thunder hill late tonight

it is supposed to be 105. hot hot hot

Hi Matt.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

DANGER! Gross stuff ahead. MOM, stop reading now

I am at a loss. the Yuppies have done it again, worse than can be imagined.

One of my pals at work brought me a present this morning, as she understood that I would 'get it."

This yuppie company, Urban Accents, sells little jars and cans of CRAP to sad yuppie people who need to make their BMW laden existance just a 'skoosh' more exciting by purchasing 'quality of life' products.

Guess what? Yuppie scum are buying a product called "rimming sugar", do you think they even know what "rimming" is? And in Chocolate? That ventures off the yuppie showroom floor and RIGHT INTO DEPRAVED KINK.

Next thing you know, they'll be selling "tossed Salad dressing" in a bottle. (some people use jelly, some prefer syrup)

I am almost at a loss for words. They also sell basic spices and seasoned salts. I think if they are gonna promote rimming, they should sell toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash gift baskets.

UGH! what is the world coming to? WHAT


okay, enough of that, I have some work to do, then go home and work on the racebike, and pack it up. Saturday I go to Thunderhill for more racing.

it is gonna be HOT in the central valley. HOT I say.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

On July 4th, my pals Julia and Mark got married. Jack, of course, took photos.

Here are some

me telling some silly ancedote





Chris looking sneeky

Joe (the red headed menace?)








Julz (Bride)
Mark (I just got WHAT??? - groom)












Lissa (talking about flying)

Jack









Sara, getting happy


Bad Matt (telling some story)

the Bible, in Pig Latin! There are some serious free time issues here. Does this guy work?

the 4th came and went. I did not have any issues, but this guy did. How dumb do you have to be? And why won't my pal Mr. Darwin zap these fools, and toss a few more chlorine pellets into the gene pool?

Sara and I had a chat last night, you know, what are we gonna do with our lives, etc.. one of the things that always surfaces is where to live. I like the cool weather here, and the nice roads, but it is so damn expensive. We need a safer place to live. Less crime, less traffic, and a slower pace of life.

What would we eat?


argh, i need a rest

Monday, July 11, 2005

Joe & Chris left at oh-Dark-Hunnert this morning. Just got a call, they are past Phoenix, headed to Tempe? to sleep.

YAY Joe & Chris. It is very GOOD(tm) to have friends like Joe & Chris.



The ILLUSTRIOUS Mister Davis & his sidekick Dave arrived last night in this van


that was sporting this logo on the other side. Apparently driving from Austin to Cali, offering free candy and/or the "Shocker" as they went.




So i took them for a ride through the hills this morning, accompanied by Shawn from Canada.


Did I mention Jesse is proud of his butt?


and likes to put it on things. like his borrowed motorcycle?



Sunday, July 10, 2005

Joe on Mt. Hamilton

more photos with Chris upcoming.




me and Sara's Festiva on Mount Hamilton.

Joe inside a redwood tree in big basin park

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Joe is fascinated with the toilet. Specifically, MY toilet.

If you've been to the house, you know the toilet in the hallway bathroom is some new-fangled hi-pressure thing. OJack calls it the "SuperLoo".

We are trying to find how or where to BUY another super-loo for Joe. Not the New Zealand version, nope, Definitely not the Indian version. Not the Brits, we want good old fashioned american stuff.

Something that discourages Coprastasophobia, and encourages nice smooth moves.

The Mansfield Quantum
! The Super LOO

news flash!

fantastic four over-hyped.

good film, at matinee price. not great. i enjoyed some of it, but felt lightly entertained when it was over. I wanted to watch another movie instead of leaving the theater.

who knows

now we are trying to figure out what to have for dinner. But Sara is getting ready for a ride tomorrow, and not cooperating. Her focus is elsewhere.

Oh, her car failed smog again. but now we have zoomy gas and zoomy gas additive, and have retarded the timing.

will see what happens monday

I am hungry

Friday, July 08, 2005

it never really stops. I got home last weekend, slept, then my pals Joe & Chris arrived from Texas. We have been going out and having fun, and riding and eating, and OH CRAP, I need a rest so bad.

Got the shock & radiator from Phil, my XR650 is back up and running. So I rode it all over the bay area.

Got some work done

Got the GPS back from Garmin, it does not connect to the computer, so it is going BACK to Garmin for more repair

did I mention I am tired?

Joe changed the timing belt on Sara's Festiva. I helped

He now wears size Large shirts. I wear XL. Joe is skinnier than I am. crap

My god, I do not know when I will be able to get to texas to pick up my stove, or remodel the house, or go for my moms birthday, or make anything happen

work wants to send me to Israel. But swe don't know when. Then back to india, but dunno when

Did I mention I am tired?

Maybe if I started takinf drugs?

Sunday, July 03, 2005

tomorrow's the 4th. My pal's Chris & Joe will be here from Texas. YAY.


So advice for the fourth, My pop told me when he was in the army he was advised:

If you want to live to see the 6th
don't drink a 5th
on the 4th.


That works for me.


However, with our new political order, the amazing Doctor Whozat sends me this advice:


As we go out to celebrate our freedom this 4th of July, let's go over a few things to make your celebration a success.

Before leaving home make sure you check the color coded Homeland Security alert status. Be especially careful if it is orange or red. Don't worry about yellow. It's always yellow.

Don't use any illegal fireworks in your 4th Celebration. It is for your own safety. And the founding father's implemented a government to protect you from yourselves. Didn't they? Besides, fireworks are explosive devices and you might be considered a terrorist with weapons of mass destruction. And although the government can't find any in Iraq, you can rest assured they will find them in your car trunk. But don't worry, getting arrested, imprisoned indefinitely without formal charges, and a 5 year wait before the secret tribunal trial per the Patriot Act is a breeze. It's that secret summary execution that should make you nervous.

Make sure you are buckled up in your seat belts, there will be roadblocks and checkpoints to make sure you comply. It is for the children.

If you are an airline employee, lighten up for the holiday, you can always look for a job tomorrow. Maybe you could transfer over to a Federal Airport Security Screener job. Big demand for those jobs and you don't have to be smart.

If you are a Haliburton employee, then celebrate, you probably have a raise coming from the Iraqi contract windfall.

If celebrating on any public property, make no mention of religious ideals. Government is god there. You will be apprehended.

Have your papers ready as you approach the holiday police checkpoints.

Don't criticize the President, or other government officials, you might be in violation of the Patriot Act and considered a possible terrorist.

Don't mention the Constitution in any district court, or you could be held in contempt.

If your children get out of line this holiday, do not discipline them or they may be kidnapped by the Dept. of Social Services and held hostage until you receive approved psychological therapy and are deemed acceptable.

Show compassion this Independence Day by bringing an illegal immigrant to your celebration, or by hugging a tree.

If an election is occurring in your locality within the next 90 days, do not talk about or publicly support any candidate, as that is no longer lawful. Keep your mouth shut.

If an officer asks to search your vehicle at the "seat belt" checks, do not be belligerent and demand a search warrant. Standing up for your fourth amendment rights is anti-social and not in tune with the new American way. Are you with el Qaeda or something?

Do not get upset, when the searching officer will not help you pick up your belongings that he has strewn all over the highway as he searched your vehicle. It is not in his job description and complaining will get you charged with obstructing justice.

Keep your guns at home. You are not going hunting and besides, what on earth do guns have to do with American Independence? Better yet, turn your guns into the authorities to let them know that you are a true patriotic American.

Better yet, just STAY at home. BUT do not assume that you are safe, because you are at home. If a government bureaucrat shows up at your home, he will probably be flashing a badge at you. This makes him look like a constitutional law enforcement officer. He may even be armed. Do not ask to see a warrant, and then tell him to leave if he does not have one. They will put a siege around your house. If you do not come out soon enough, they may invade, with guns drawn, or even set your house on fire. For more information, do a Google search using keywords like "Symbionese Liberation Army", "Philadelphia MOVE group", "Gordon Kahl", "The Order", "Robert Matthews", "Covenant of the Sword and Arm of the Lord", "Randy Weaver", "Branch Davidian", or "Elian Gonzalez".

If you are counting on you congressman to protect you, understand that the average congressman is ALSO afraid to resist. For more information, do a Google search using keywords like "George Hanson" , "James Trafficant" or "Larry McDonald".

If celebrating at the mall in Washington DC. you are probably safe as the mall is now monitored by hundreds of surveillance cameras, watched by federal security forces. Don't do anything that you wouldn't want them to see.

Bring lots of cash with you, there will be many taxes, fines, and fees to pay as you celebrate your freedoms this day.

Do not leave home without your driver's license, social security card, birth certificate, welfare card, Medicare card, medical records, W-2 Form, and two others forms of ID. You may be asked for them at the police checkpoints. Better yet, get micro-chipped, and avoid the hassle of carrying around your papers.

Bring your library card, the FBI may ask you for it.

Do not put any "anti-government" bumper stickers on your car. Especially not anything about the right to keep and bear arms. Police have been trained by the FBI in "bumper sticker profiling". This attracts their attention at the check points, and makes you look like a terrorist.

With regard to "bumper sticker profiling" you should be especially aware of the fact that "They will get my gun, when they pry it from my cold dead fingers" is no longer mere semantics. At WACO, and at RUBY RIDGE, we learned that they WILL kill you to take your guns

ALSO, be careful not to have any unauthorized THOUGHTS. There are now serious penalties for "thought crime".

Be aware that "civil forfeiture" laws make it possible to take anything that you own, by alleging that it was "intended" to be used for the commission of a crime. This could include transporting, or storing, a gun. If "civil forfeiture" proceedings are initiated against you, then you will have the burden of proof to show that your thoughts were in compliance with government standards.

Get to know some politicians, and bureaucrats, so that you might be able to head off the taking of your private property to be given to private developers for "public good".

If traveling by air, this Independence Day, do not give the airport screeners a hard time. They are feeling you up, and molesting your daughter, and wife, for the security of America. If you complain you could be arrested. You don't support Bin Laden do you?

Keep an eye on your fellow Americans as you celebrate this 4th of July. If you see anything suspicious, take notes so that when you get home you can call and report them to the Homeland Security Office. And remember you are not a nosey snitch, you are a great American Patriot.

Do not mention the signers of the Declaration of Independence this 4th of July. Mentioning these white subversive terrorists is not popular and could get you in big trouble. Besides what do these guys have to do with the 4th of July anyway?

Do not leave home without one or more little plastic American flags made by political slaves in Communist China. Make sure you have one flying from the antennae of your vehicle. You don't want to seem un-American do you?

Do not take a copy of the Declaration of Independence with you as it advocates the overthrow of tyrannical government. It is a terrorist document and will be confiscated at the holiday police checkpoints. Same advice for the Constitution.

And remember, as you leave home for your 4th of July outing, that the second you stepped out of your door that you probably broke hundreds of federal, state, and local laws of which you are probably unaware. However, if you toe the line, you will not be charged.

Don't even think about taxes on this great day. The 50 per cent government confiscation of your income at the threat of imprisonment or at the point of a gun should not even cross your mind as you revel in your freedom. After all, April 15th is a long way off.

And whatever you do, do not let on that you really know that true freedom died a long time ago in America, just have fun for the day and then go home and stick your head back in the sand and pretend America is not becoming a socialist police state.

Now go out there and celebrate your freedom, and liberty, and have a great, sanitized, politically correct, and government approved and authorized Independence Day!

If you have a few decades with nothing better to do, study up on "administrative law". Laws are now made by the unelected bureaucrats, in hundreds of "administrative agencies". If you are charged with violating one of these "laws" you will not get a trial by a jury of your peers. You will be tried by the agency that made the charge.

I hope this message gets past the Department of Homeland security approved internet filter. How else can they protect us from unauthorized thought?

Now go out and celebrate your freedom, and have a great Independence Day!

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Friday. All business was handled on Thursday. Su & Brian & Eileen and I went for Italian food at a joint called “Mama’s” in Chelmsford. It was delicious.

Drove back to Boxborough Ramada, Brian & Su headed home. Eileen & I went to the bar, I had a martini, she had a water, she was beat, no drinks, call it a night.

Great idea. 8:30pm, I go to my room. There is NO WAY I can get to sleep, heck, it’s 5:30pm in San Jose. I log on, do some work, watch some teevee (they have crap for channels at the Holiday in there.) Finally, 11pm, 8pm San Jose time, I go to sleep. I sleep till about 8am- 5am SJ, wakey wakey, wait till 9am, figuring Eileen needs all the rest she can get? Call her room at 9, we pack, checkout and leave.

Work is basically shut down on the east coast. They are making a 3 day weekend into a 4 day weekend. With no one to meet with, the right answer is to bail. We pack the car.

Did I mention when I arrived at oh-dark-hunnert in Boston, the last car was a Ford Explorer? Stupid large. Anyhow, we know the directions. 495 south to 90 east, exit #13 in Nattick for gas, back to 90E to the airport.

Well, there are really TWO exit #13s. We took the first. Not the rest/fuel stop, no, the exit for the town. And ended up at the Nattick shopping mall. No shit. There I am, 10am outside of Boston, going to a shopping mall.

Eileen buys a coffee at some hinkey coffee joint. I decline. We walk some, she wants to stop into a Gap, to see if they have wee small clothes in her size. Apparently all the Azn Girrls in the bay area buy out all the wee small clothes quickly?

Before we get TO the Gap, we see a “Friendly’s” and stop for breakfast. 2 eggs, over easy, bacon, toast & an OJ. Figuring skip the taters, we will have a long wait at Logan.

The waitress, Jenn, I remember her name for some odd reason, probably cause she was a crappy waitress, even by San Jose’s low low standards, took our order, disappeared, and did not return for 10 minutes. Finally came out with some tired looking eggs with lots of brown bits in them.

My buddy OMJ once told me if there are brown bits in the eggs, it’s because the cook did not do a good job cleaning the grill between orders, and you get the little crispy egg parts from the last order.

Oh well, Eileen’s hard poached eggs looked icky. She ate them. I ate mine, Jenn never ever brought jelly for the toast. Or asked if we wanted more drinks? Nah. Finally she walked by, and Eileen shoved her credit card at Jenn. Who took it, walked off, and, well, that was it for a while.

Eileen spotted Jenn approaching the front counter, bolted up and begged for the check, paid, and we left.

My first experience with Friendly’s will be my last. We walked out, looking for a Gap or a toy store for Eileen to buy goodies for her son Ryan. About 100 more yards and we see “Au Bon Pain” and realize CRAP, we could have had something nicer. Oh well, no use crying over eggs with brown bits in them.

Keep on truckin, find the Gap. Eileen is a power shopper, She flits this way and that, spins, looks, acquires and releases. She looks like a huntress on the prowl. Whatever. I don’t shop.

INTERLUDE: I travel, sometimes too much. For the past 4 years, I have been looking for the perfect travel jacket. It should be khaki, linen, wrinkled a little, have lots of pockets, be warm enough to wear on a plane, but light enough to jam into the pocket of my laptop bag. Versatile yet stylish. Unlined. Inexpensive. It should fit me well, it should have sleeves I can cuff, I don’t know why. I’ve come close before, but never found it. I told my darling Sara about this last year before our trip to Ireland. The day I told Sara, we were shopping in a Target, and she found one, on the rack, fit her perfectly, has orange piping on the inside, and I think it was $19. Of course not only did she buy it? She found pants that match. Damn.

Anyhow, back to the Gap. Eileen is darting and dodging, spinning and looking, high and low. It amazes me to watch women shop. They will hold up two identical items of clothing, and say one is darker than the other. I am pretty certain the kids in the Chinese sweatshop did actually get all the cloth from the same bolt, but what the heck do I know?

And out of the corner of my eye, I see a khaki jacket. Next to a seersucker jacket. It looks, nah,.couldn’t be, oh, could be? Maybe? Yep. A Travel jacket. Khaki, Linen, unlined, wrinkled, lots of pockets. And? My mothers favorite four letter word? Well, okay, SECOND favorite four letter word (hee heee, mom curses like a sailor) SALE! It’s on CLEARANCE! Forty NINE dollars and nineteen cents!

I pick it up. I look at all the seams (Sara taught me to do this to make sure it is not torn or something) I check out the weight, the pockets, the wrinkle, the crushability. It LOOKS right. I try it on, the sleeves are too long, I need to cuff them to fit!

But I cannot find any mirrors in this joint. I think they hide them?

Eileen pops around a post in the store, sees me and exclaims “Wow, that looks GREAT on you!”

And folks, there you have it. Looks great on me. Fits. Meets my feel,weight,pocket,crush,unlined qualifications AND is on sale. You know I buy it. No bag thanks, put the receipt in the pocket, I am wearin this one away.

It feels good, and I feel good when I wear it. Like the first time my Uncle Irving and my dad took me to have a suit made. No, not the “off the rack JC Penneys suit, they took me to some schmancy men’s store in Dallas, Texas, about a billion years ago, to get a suit. It was cool, because there were NO women in the store. Only men. Only suits. Put it on, took measurements, they altered it, it fit RIGHT. I can’t remember if it was for college or my first job, but it was COOL. And when I wore that suit, I felt GOOD. You know, like you want to walk, like you are a badass. A good suit gives me the same feeling as a good handgun. If it fits right, feels right, well, you just know, gun or suit, you can blow someone away! You have the Juice.

Well, this jacket. This on sale, I never go to the Gap, but wow Jacket, it gives me that. With this jacket on? I could probably talk someone out of their undergarments if I wanted to.

Well, we’ll see what Sara thinks in a few hours.

Stop by the toy store, Eileen buys Ryan 2 Star Wars Action Figures. Ya know what? They look just like the ones Louis, the kid brother used to buy. Really. The packaging is a little bigger, a little more elaborate, but same stuff. They are dolls folks. Call it what you want, they are dolls.

2 more stores, Eileen does not find anything else, we get in the car and drive to the gas station. ¼ tank of gas? $23 then on to Logan Airport. Drop off the tank, get the shuttle to the airport. Get boarding passes. We are golden. At noon. Our plane boards at 5.

We sit. I log on to wireless, and do some work. Employee Reviews are big suck. It’s just a way for HR to justify their existence. Sorry, true. Eileen books a dog sitter in San Jose for her vacation next week.

Around 1:30, we are HONGRY. I want some Skrimps. Legal Seafood? Clam chowder. REALLY yummy. And skrimps. Yum. We sit, we chat, we take a LONG time. Then leave

Shamble through security. The xray guy says to Eileen “Star Wars Action Figures, I think a princess and a storm trooper.” He is correct, she is amazed. I just wanna get on the damn plane.

Up to the gate, sit, log back in, do some more work. Eileen chats with a lady about knitting. Finally, board the plane. Which runs late. Watch Miss Congeniality TWO. Well, as I say to Sara, there’s an hour and 45 minutes I will NEVER get back. Sandy reminds me of two things. She dates boys my pal Missy left behind, and she is almost as pretty as Karen. (who is married and working on a family now)

The plane lands at? 7:45. Our connection to San Jose boards at? Yeah, 7:45. sprint 4 gates down, and the door is closed. CRAP, did we miss it?

Nope. One of the waitresses showed up late. So they held the flight. Did we have time? Yeah. We get Quiznos subs to go. I do not recall ever having a quiznos sub. More about that later. Then we stop at a chocolate place, Eileen gets some dark chocolates. I see they have “reception sticks” which REALLY look like a big bag of multicolored Pocky. Sara loves Pocky! I got her a gift, will know if she likes when we get home.

Back to the gate, and no, no waitress. I know, I know, they are not called, NO, you are wrong. You show up late and hold a flight of travelers? You are not a professional, you are a fuckin waitress. And not even a good one.

She finally arrives. Walks in like she is princess, and finally we board. Take off late. Eileen and I are starving. But I wait for the plane to get in the air, before I open my now cold sammich. Which I wash down with now warm tea. Cold Quiznos Smoked Turkey tastes like? Well, cheesy soggy bread wrapped around lettuce and tomatoes. I swear, no flavor. None, nada, nothing, zip zero zilch. I did see they had sauces and peppers at the bar at the end of the counter, but we did not have time, so my sammich was cold, and tasted like ass. I am not gonna hold that against them. They did not cause the flight to be late.

We are headed to san jose. The battery is about to die. Our estimated arrival is 10pm. I know Sara wants to go dirt bike riding, I just want to sleep.

More later

Friday, July 01, 2005

I am in Boxborough. Last night my pal Eileen from Sun and I went out with Su and Brian who work here. Local Italian restaurant, yummy seafood & Linguini, then back to the hotel and to my room and asleep at 9:30. That's 6:30 California time. I must have been pooped out.

Before dinner, we had swell day at work. She gave a presentation to some engineers about the partnering lab discount program we developed. There was interest from the engineers, so that part of her trip was good. I spoke with a guy who I am trying to transfer to my staff to support the lab here. My part of the trip was good.

Mostly I came here because I was already ON the east coast, it was beneficial to stop in.

Okay, I gotta eat, more l8r

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Joke from my pal Christos

A woman is having an affair during the day while her husband is at work.

Her 9 year old son comes home unexpectedly, sees them and hides in the
bedroom closet to watch.

The woman's husband also comes home.

She puts her lover in the closet, not realizing that the little boy is
in there already.

The little boy says, "Dark in here"
The man says "Yes, it is."
Boy - "I have a baseball."
Man - "That's nice."
Boy - "Want to buy it?"
Man - "No, thanks."
Boy - "My dad's outside."
Man - "OK, how much?"
Boy - "$250"

In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the lover are
in the closet together.
Boy - "Dark in here."
Man - "Yes, it is."
Boy - "I have a baseball glove."
The lover remembering the last time, asks the boy,
"How much?"
Boy - "$750"
Man - "Fine"

? few days later, the father says to the boy,
"Grab your glove, let's go outside and have a game of catch."

The boy says, "I can't, I sold my baseball and my glove."
The father asks, "How much did you sell them for?"
Boy - "$1,000"
The father says, "That's terrible to overcharge your friends like that... that is way
more than those two things cost. I'm going to take you to church and make you confess."

They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the
confession booth and he closes the door.

The boy says, "Dark in here."
The priest says, "Don't start that shit again...."

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