March 16

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2008

Me 21:12, 16 March 2008 (EDT)

So I've grown terribly emo as of late. How emo you ask? I've been singing one of Justin Currie's most angst-ridden songs I've ever heard him put out: Tonight I'm Gonna Hurt Everyone I Love. This may or may not be the official title (not on an album yet, only just that one club performance). Here are the lyrics in case you can't hear them clearly.



Putting that aside, it felt good to go back to church today. We've missed three straight weeks from church, last week due to the snow, and the previous two to get the house ready for sale. Not-going has left me a bit empty inside, open to things, and unfocused in others.

With today being Sunday of Orthodoxy, it was really cool to go and see all all the various parishes together. We had seven priests from five to six different churches there. Packed to the rafters and standing room only (mostly cuz the Greeks never seem to show up on time).

After Liturgy, we had a spaghetti dinner. Let me just say this: Greeks should stick to Greek food. Love the Greek festival each and every year we attend. They should not, I repeat, should not try to do a spaghetti dinner. I mean, I know they're doing Lenten spaghetti, but come on. Put some flavor into that stuff! I've had boiled cabbage that had more flavor than that sauce! In fact, the pre-made dressing (I swear it's GFS's Italian) on the plain-old salad was my favorite part of the meal.

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After the meal, I went to the bookstore to see if they had an Icon of St. Anthony the Great (left). Last year Father suggested I get an icon of him to keep at my desk "for help in times of spiritual guidance", which I have need of more often than not at my computer. They didn't have one, but I found a really cool book and bought that instead.

When Father told me that, it was at my last confession. With Lent kicking up, it'll be time for confession soon. I never made it during the Nativity Fast, so I think my last confession was in the Paschal Lenten season last year.

As I was looking at links for this post, I found this is old story on falling down. I've heard it a few times and in different ways, but it's still worth saying (even if it's fiction).

In a year, I'm sure my confession will have lots of things to cover. Some of the minor things are those occasional slip-ups we all have in our faith. The bigger ones are the personal things we struggle with...and those are heaviest on your heart. Those are the ones you want to be sure to confess.

God grant me the strength to remember all my screw ups and the strength following to get back up again when I fall.

2007

Me 08:00, 16 March 2007 (EDT)

Three days running, and not an ounce of Mt. Dew has gone into my system. How is it possible that a Code Monkey like me can survive without his Dew? Okay, I'm still getting my caffeine, so calm down.  :)

Actually, when I went to the endocrinologist, he talked about the caloric intake I was getting from Mt. Dew and that I could reduce it if I switched to Diet Dew. Well, I tried it a couple days later, and still, aspartame still tastes like ass. I didn't finish the little bottle.

However, we went shopping last weekend (before?) and I bought some Tazo® Awake Tea. It's really rich black tea, and when I brew it on the darkest strength on Wifey's Iced Tea pot, I get 3 powerful quarts of powerful concentrate. To this I add 3/4 cup of sugar. When I make up a glass -- or in work's case, fill up an empty half-gallon bottle from apple juice -- I cut it 50/50 with water.

According to various different sites, Mt. Dew has 46 grams of sugar in it. My old cooking database says that 1 kg of sugar = 5.3 C of sugar. That comes out to 0.2438 C of sugar in EACH can of Mt. Dew. In one half gallon of iced tea (3/4 of a cup per 3 quarts of concentrate + 3 quarts of water, and a 2 quart container), I'm only drinking 1/4 cup of sugar. So, I'm drinking the same quantity of sugar by finishing my half gallon...but for the same quantity of fluid in five cans of Dew.

Granted, I have to drink black tea to stay awake (but trust me, it's a damn fine tea), but if I can drop off the moobs and the gut, I think I'm on the right track.

Me 08:38, 16 March 2007 (EDT)

A quick note to the potential infiltrator...

I hope things are going well. I want to discuss with you a rather delicate matter. It has come to my attention that you may have misrepresented yourself when you applied to our guild in January. If this is true, I wanted to give you an opportunity to explain.
As you may have seen when you applied, our guild is built on respect, maturity and honesty. Without these we would not have grown to be the guild we are today.
If you think this letter is in error, please speak with one of our emissaries, officers or myself as soon as possible in-game. In the meantime I've placed your main character on probation until things get sorted out, and I apologize for any inconvenience.
Sincerely,
Karin
Ringleader of the Sleeper Cartel

Get 'em K! Rawr!

2006

Me 20:13, 16, March 2006 (EDT)

This is the kind of thing that I would get fired for too.

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