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The Onion A/V Club does this feature when they pick a celebrity (in their cases, usually very low key ones - think one of the members of Bloc Party, or some author you've never heard of... etc,) and have them describe the first ten songs that randomly pop up on their iPod, mp3 player, computer, whatever...and what those songs mean to them.

I've decided to do same. Ignore this if you find me boring and/or pretentious, because this won't likely help any.

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Soooo. Just a couple of things to bring everyone up to speed.

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This weekend, Aly damaged the garage door (again). I took it apart (literally) and bent the metal back into shape. I'm not sure if it's going to play nice now that I've got it back together or...if I'll have to spend hundreds to fix it.

In Aly's defense, when she fucks up, it costs us hundreds. When I fuck up, it costs thousands. And unfortunately, I seem to fuck up more frequently.

That all said...man do my shoulder and neck muscles freakin' hurt. I mean, they are screamin'.

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I've chosen to stay in Phoenix and not move to Boise until the house sells. However, once the house sells, I'm outta here.

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Children of Men, the film. Rent it. It's fantastic.

I'm not a Clive Owen fan, and I actively dislike Julianne Moore...but this movie is wonderful. It's violent as hell, but in a good way...like Saving Private Ryan was.

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Not being a completely useless fuck-up at work for the last week (Tammy is in Coachella - I've had to pick up the slack) has done wonders for my self-esteem. We'll see if I can keep it up once Tammy returns. It's amazing how much I've ceded...not control, but...leadership, I guess...to Tammy. I used to totally try to domainate this area, as if I were the de facto 'lead tech'. Now I do my best to be Tammy's loyal lieutenant and confidante. It's a dynamic that works very well for both of us. Since she's officially the Sr. Tech, I suppose it's something that should've happened anyways. But she never asked, and I never really decided to play this role. It just happened. I have a lot of respect for Tammy. She works her ass off. I used to. Then I became disillusioned with SAA, management, etc. I'm still somewhat disillusioned, but I guess I change roles when Tammy isn't around. I'm less the cynic and more the 'suck it up, do what's right' type guy. Odd.

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I had a post-apocalyptic dream this weekend. I believe a nuke hit Phoenix (and other major cities), but in the dream, I was far enough away that the shockwave hit us, but didn't level everything around us. Which...is likely what would really happen, since I'm 40 miles from the city center (assuming that's where a nuke would land. Chances are, they would put one about 1000 feet above Luke Air Force base, which is another 30 miles further away from me. So I'd have a nice 60 mile buffer), and then it was about surviving with the other people. It kind of became an episode of Lost, from what little I remember. It was vivid and very real at the time. I remember the fear that the world was ending, and that the eventual nuclear winter / radiation fallout would kill us, but at the same time - the exhilaration of having survived the initial attack. I remember Aly being there, but not little Alex.

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I'm listening to the 80's a lot. I made an .mp3 CD for the truck/work that contains about 7 hours worth of music. Everything from the Pet Shop Boys to Rush. Wheeee.

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WoW. A couple of guildies have passed me (level 68) and hit 70 while I've been working on other things...like not playing WoW...working on my Priest (currently lvl 50, 320ench, 305tailor), working on a Warrior (lvl 18), other stuff. I'm not into grinding, and I refused to feel 'forced' to do anything in this game. Fuck that. I'm down to less than 200g between all of my characters. That's not good. Likely need to fire up Welchkin again, hit level 69 (new axe, riding crop) and get the war chest built back up. Can't max out professions and be the guild whore without any cash, don'tchaknow?

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I miss my child.

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In Other News: I have two things of interest in my cube. Well, 3. One is a small picture of Rick James with the words "I'm Rick James, bitch!" on my monitor. A 'Crunk Ain't Dead' picture of Lil' Jon on my cube wall. And desktop wallpaper that is the guy from that one video game, but his head is replaced by the shouting visage of Gerard Butler from 300, and at the bottom, it says 'All Your Base Are Belong To Spartaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!'

Whee.

The best book I've read this year has just won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction.

The Road, by Cormac McCarthy.

I'm stoked for the author, and I'm grateful that I found this book and Amazon and gave it a try. Check it out.

Didn't realize it was part of Oprah's book club until seeing the paperback page on Amazon (which contain some more professional reviews), but...don't hold that against it.

I hate my society.


We have now entered the era of Hairism.

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Pisces February 19 - March 20
Fortune will smile upon you this week, only it'll do so in that shitty, passive-aggressive way Fortune has of smiling—you know the kind where you can tell it's just being polite, but that, really, it doesn't give a damn about how you're actually doing. Ugh, seriously, fuck Fortune.

We termed someone today at work that I've always hated. Someone who didn't know him well asked what his job title had been.

Without hesitation, I answered 'Chief DoucheLord in Charge of Asshattery'.

HR: 0, Me: 1.

that Zombies are the new Vampires.