Just picked up the first pair of replacement glasses since mine were lost at Laguna Seca last weekend. I figured this way when (not if) I lose the next pair, I'll have a backup set that's not chipped and scuffed as the current backups are. These new ones though, I don't like them. I have clarity & all, but the right lens is much more convex than the left, which is fucking with my depth perception. It makes my left eye feel weak, if that makes any sense.
Now, I'm not talking about a huge correction factor here; I don't need glasses for day to day stuff or to drive (though I wear them when driving at night). I'm going back to this doc tomorrow to see what the poop is on this, because this sure as hell didn't happen with my other glasses. The scuffed backups don't give me the grief that these are, and I see everything clearly with them.
grrr
Buddha Bar, Mambo Craze
23 August 2006
5:10 am
I'm late. I slept right through the infernal alarm clock that was blaring (I'm guessing, based on the weird just-waking-up dreams) Buddy Holly's Peggy Sue among other "oldies". I find it's better to wake to music that there's an off chance I might actually like rather than some shock-jock wanna-be giggling about fart jokes. Yeah, Denver is really grown up in the radio DJ scene, I tell ya.
Okay, so I really hate it when the radio station I wake up to plays anything by Tom Jones. I admit that get's me flying out of bed to cross the room and shut the music off, but if that's all I was looking for, I'd leave it set to the fart-joke channel.
Anyway, I'm late. I'm also congested. Well, half congested & half running actually. It's bad enough when your damn nose doesn't know if it wants to run like Niagra or stop up like Crazy Glue. It's truly a sad state of affairs, however, when one nostril goes the Niagra route and the other nostril attempts... nay, succeeds in its quest to solidify.
Did I mention that I carpool to work? No? Well, I do. I call my ride & tell him to pass me by. Catch: He's already in the driveway. Fuck. Okay, rapid PBA bath & hair/tooth brushing, dressed (matching socks even) & I'm out the door in ten minutes. I'm sure I'll be castigated for mentioning how much I love being a man, but what the hell.
So I'm at work getting my caffeine buzz on when I've finally had enough of the nostrildammitallus & take some Tylenol Cold (non-drowsy). Big. Mistake. My fingers are all tingly. My nose is battling the Tylenol. Serious battling; I feel the cartilage in there ... adjusting with each chemical volley to counter the other. So much for the blood donation today I suppose.
Coworker has been struggling with math. He's taking an Algebra course and was having trouble with a two variable problem. His solution? Just eliminating the letters makes it much easier. :groan: He'll probably be promoted, too.
Stevie Ray Vaughan, Rude Mood
Okay, so I really hate it when the radio station I wake up to plays anything by Tom Jones. I admit that get's me flying out of bed to cross the room and shut the music off, but if that's all I was looking for, I'd leave it set to the fart-joke channel.
Anyway, I'm late. I'm also congested. Well, half congested & half running actually. It's bad enough when your damn nose doesn't know if it wants to run like Niagra or stop up like Crazy Glue. It's truly a sad state of affairs, however, when one nostril goes the Niagra route and the other nostril attempts... nay, succeeds in its quest to solidify.
Did I mention that I carpool to work? No? Well, I do. I call my ride & tell him to pass me by. Catch: He's already in the driveway. Fuck. Okay, rapid PBA bath & hair/tooth brushing, dressed (matching socks even) & I'm out the door in ten minutes. I'm sure I'll be castigated for mentioning how much I love being a man, but what the hell.
So I'm at work getting my caffeine buzz on when I've finally had enough of the nostrildammitallus & take some Tylenol Cold (non-drowsy). Big. Mistake. My fingers are all tingly. My nose is battling the Tylenol. Serious battling; I feel the cartilage in there ... adjusting with each chemical volley to counter the other. So much for the blood donation today I suppose.
Coworker has been struggling with math. He's taking an Algebra course and was having trouble with a two variable problem. His solution? Just eliminating the letters makes it much easier. :groan: He'll probably be promoted, too.
Stevie Ray Vaughan, Rude Mood
21 August 2006
Explicative-free zone, one day only
The weekend... it was a mixed bag. The races were pretty good. Three Ferrari 250's placed one-two-three in Sunday's group 6B. 6A's big iron roared fantastically on Saturday, and there was only one car-damaging wreck & no driver injuries. In that, it was great.
The post-race conversations where politics and other world issues / crises are solved... well, that just fell through. It seems that while I may be my dad's son, I'm still only a child when debates and discussions are brought to the adult's table. Being interrupted, talked over, and generally ignored made me feel like just going with the thirteen year-old son of dad's business partner to ride bicycles. Only as long as we stayed in sight and out of that dangerous traffic (/sarcasm). In truth, I did get up and walk away, completely unnoticed. I suppose I should be glad someone didn't pipe up with, "Say Larry, could you go to the cooler and get me a beer? Be sure to use both hands now." (okay, NOW /sarcasm... really!)
Photos. Half a gig of photos await downloading & distributing, but I feel more like just deleting the lot of 'em.
And in the bad news department (yeah, it got better upon my arrival home), the property managers did the landscaping for more than half the yard here. Looks like absolute ass, and I am just ever so looking forward to the forthcoming bill for it. It's gonna be hell to try raking up Cottonwood droppings, too.
I think I'll go for a swim over there in that pool... the one with the big letters on the side that says (Lord help me) "Coors". This weekend is just so far beyond explicatives and colorful metaphors that I'm not even gonna bother with 'em
Seefeel, Moodswing ... no shit Dick Tracy. (oops, an explicative... so sue me)
The post-race conversations where politics and other world issues / crises are solved... well, that just fell through. It seems that while I may be my dad's son, I'm still only a child when debates and discussions are brought to the adult's table. Being interrupted, talked over, and generally ignored made me feel like just going with the thirteen year-old son of dad's business partner to ride bicycles. Only as long as we stayed in sight and out of that dangerous traffic (/sarcasm). In truth, I did get up and walk away, completely unnoticed. I suppose I should be glad someone didn't pipe up with, "Say Larry, could you go to the cooler and get me a beer? Be sure to use both hands now." (okay, NOW /sarcasm... really!)
Photos. Half a gig of photos await downloading & distributing, but I feel more like just deleting the lot of 'em.
And in the bad news department (yeah, it got better upon my arrival home), the property managers did the landscaping for more than half the yard here. Looks like absolute ass, and I am just ever so looking forward to the forthcoming bill for it. It's gonna be hell to try raking up Cottonwood droppings, too.
I think I'll go for a swim over there in that pool... the one with the big letters on the side that says (Lord help me) "Coors". This weekend is just so far beyond explicatives and colorful metaphors that I'm not even gonna bother with 'em
Seefeel, Moodswing ... no shit Dick Tracy. (oops, an explicative... so sue me)
16 August 2006
VROOOOM
T minus six hours to end of work, and start of security checkpoints as I head west. I'll be back next week. If any one needs me, I'll be roaming the paddocks here, or sitting near turn 5. Or 8A. Or maybe ... hell, I dunno. This general area:
Regenerator, Blink
06 August 2006
Why don't I have cable? Lemme 'splain...
NASCAR attendance is up
"Everyone from corporate bigwigs to rappers and actors are starting to bring attention to this full throttle sport. With that kind of star power and the money it brings, it's not too hard to imagine that an influx of new blood was sure to follow."
Yeah, or the fact that televised events have 80% commercial and 20% race, FORCING any potential fan to go to the flamin' event to see what the ruckus is about... Good grief Charlie Brown! I tried watching some of the Allstate 400 at the Brickyard in Indy today after washing Bobbie (more on that in a sec)... TV turns on in the middle of a commercial. Back to racing for two laps, and another 15 minutes of commercials. Races again, maybe three laps and another commercial break. C'mon people. Fifty laps of racing took place and I saw a whopping seven laps of it.
This morning I woke up around 7am and thought it would be the perfect time to wash the car (further proof that I'm insane), and if I was really lucky I could manage to get a coat of wax on. It was overcast & 60-ish degrees. There were a couple minutes of drizzle that irritated me, but nothing bad enough to really get in the way. I now remember why I hate waxing cars. I'm in no kind of phisical condition to do this! "Elbow grease" my ass; I sweated a gallon before finishing the job. Did I mention it was only 60 degrees? So now Bobbie's got a nice coat of wax. I even put on some Rain-X on the windshield. Shiny.
Creedence Clearwater Revival, Hello Mary Lou
"Everyone from corporate bigwigs to rappers and actors are starting to bring attention to this full throttle sport. With that kind of star power and the money it brings, it's not too hard to imagine that an influx of new blood was sure to follow."
Yeah, or the fact that televised events have 80% commercial and 20% race, FORCING any potential fan to go to the flamin' event to see what the ruckus is about... Good grief Charlie Brown! I tried watching some of the Allstate 400 at the Brickyard in Indy today after washing Bobbie (more on that in a sec)... TV turns on in the middle of a commercial. Back to racing for two laps, and another 15 minutes of commercials. Races again, maybe three laps and another commercial break. C'mon people. Fifty laps of racing took place and I saw a whopping seven laps of it.
This morning I woke up around 7am and thought it would be the perfect time to wash the car (further proof that I'm insane), and if I was really lucky I could manage to get a coat of wax on. It was overcast & 60-ish degrees. There were a couple minutes of drizzle that irritated me, but nothing bad enough to really get in the way. I now remember why I hate waxing cars. I'm in no kind of phisical condition to do this! "Elbow grease" my ass; I sweated a gallon before finishing the job. Did I mention it was only 60 degrees? So now Bobbie's got a nice coat of wax. I even put on some Rain-X on the windshield. Shiny.
Creedence Clearwater Revival, Hello Mary Lou
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