Without Fail

If I were underground for years without any access to daylight, I’d still be able to determine the day of the week. It’s very simple. Every Friday, without fail, I get a headache.

While I’m whining, let me add more: I used to shave with a Gillete Mach 3 razor. In my hasty, tasty life, I switched back to my electric something-or-other. In the interest of saving time, I’ve covered* my face in pimples. I hate pimples. I need to get my sexy, smooth, clean-shaven face back… because the television advertisements for skin care products tell me pimples are bad, and I believe what the silver box tells me.

* NOTE: Alright, you could say I’m exaggerating. I only have three at the moment.

Customer Service Practice

I’m getting some practice working with customer service people. I was having some problems with my printer, and customer service said that I had to buy a new color container cartridge. For this printer, there is a container cartridge that holds two smaller ink cartridges. You can’t buy the container cartridge separately, so if there’s something wrong with the container, you have to buy the two smaller ink cartridges with it. The ink doesn’t last nearly long enough for its $50-plus price tag.

I felt it was worth a try to ask them to send me a free container cartridge. They agreed. Can you imagine, they wanted to keep me as a happy customer!

I should have asked for a new printer.

Delicacy

Oh, you have to love our very own Salem County. Here’s an excerpt from a story about muskrat dining.

Thoreau wrote admiringly of the muskrat in one of his journals, and bewhiskered President Zachary Taylor was nicknamed “Muskrat Head,” a moniker he despised. But the maligned mammal’s 15 minutes under the modern spotlight’s glare came in the 1970s with the penning of “Muskrat Love,” still considered by some to have plumbed new depths in pop songwriting.

Dem’s good eats.

Pink Floyd Tuba

Tubist Sam Pilafian will be a clinician for Phantom Regiment (a drum and bugle corps) this summer. Sam lists in his credits playing with Pink Floyd. A little research into his biography leads me to believe he played with Pink Floyd for the Atom Heart Mother sessions, and possibly joined them for a few live performances. It doesn’t seem to be he would have been in the orchestra that recorded The Wall or The Final Cut since he would have listed that particular orchestra in his credits. In addition, he played in the original performance of Bernstein’s Mass.

It would be great to see Phantom do an arrangement of the Atom Heart Mother suite. I’ve wanted to use part of that as a basis for a marching show for a long time.

Tip Of The Day

This is from CNN Money‘s tip of the day (which is a veiled advertisement for Money Magazine):

Act like a millionaire
If you’ve always wanted to be a millionaire, you might start behaving like one. Psychologists have found that self-made millionaires tend to turn negative situations into opportunities, surround themselves with people who believe in them, and have in mind a master plan of their financial goals.

(Italics added by me.) The philosophy is appopriate for more than just money. It can be related to all good things in life. Having friends who support you instead of drag you down by saying, “It’ll never happen. Give up,” is invaluable and I’m thankful I have that.

In other news, an ex-girlfriend of mine emailed me yesterday. She mentioned she and her boyfriend are engaged as of last weekend. That’s cool.

Just Curious

Does it now follow that high school kids will drive with their boyfriend or girlfriend to Make Out Point to “Freedom kiss” each other?

25 or 6 to 4

On the train ride home from work yesterday, I was listening to some music and I envisioned an indoor colorguard performing to Cell Block Tango. And of course, it’s no surprise that someone already had the idea. Some day I’ll think of something truly original…

In other news, Google is celebrating Albert Einstein‘s birthday.

In other other news, you go girls. The Dixie Chicks exercise their first amendment rights.

Putting It Together

There are few things in this world more gratifying than having an event you planned come off well. My company hosted its annual St. Patrick’s Day reception last night. It’s more of a party my boss is responsible for rather than the company, since he has been doing it for eleven years, and he “brought” the party to the company when he was hired here.

Also, I think I just like being in charge of things and the responsibility that ensues.

Always Trying Something New

Today was another first for me. Unfortunately, buying clothes for myself has never been easy. My body is a strange size, and nothing in the stores has ever seem to fit right. Now that I have income, it’s not so much trouble for me to just get things altered; for example, when I buy decent clohtes every once in a while from the Men’s Wearhouse, I just have them alter it for me. But I have some slightly older clothes which I’m not quite ready to do away with.

I have a pair of khakis that I’ve always found comfortable, but the only problem is they were too long. I continued to wear them anyway, resulting in the bottom of the pants becoming frayed.

I decided today that I was going to do something about it. I tore out the hem at the bottom of the cuff, cut an inch and a half off the bottom of the legs (hopefully that will be enough), and re-sewed the hem in.

The problem here is that I don’t know how to sew. It was pretty clear when I finished that the thread probably won’t hold up forever, but at least I gave it a shot.