Waking Up

Fancy Timely Alarm
Fancy Timely Alarm

I used to post most mornings before work.  I’ve slid on that.  A big reason for that is getting up in the morning.

Due to a…. mishap…. yes…. let us call it a mishap…..

Due to a mishap one night… early morning….no…. we will stick with night….

Due to a mishap one night in Boston over my Spring Break my iPhone died.  It died a shatter filled death.  I always joke that when I injure myself I injure myself good.  Almost die from an appendix bursting, break my collar bone into 3 pieces not two, those sort of things (alright… those may be the only examples I have).  So when my phone died, it died big time.  Glass shards everywhere.  Casing bent to hell.  Good times essentially.

It occurred at a decent time I suppose.  I had grown bored, but satisfied with my phone.  I’ve had an iPhone since the 3G and never really felt drawn to leave the ios ecosystem.  I had been actually thinking, that as my phone neared 2 years old, I had no desire to upgrade to a different phone at all.  But life happens, and the phone breaking was as good an opportunity as any to try something new.

So I bought a Nexus 5.  Google, Android…. all that jazz.  Wasn’t hard to switch.  But what is annoying is the stock alarm clock on the Nexus.  I like using my own music to waking up.  Not buzzing, not an alarm clock, just my phone.  But the stock alarm clock on the Nexus can’t do that, my old iPhone could.  I tried several others.  Warmly, Timely, and others.  They look pretty.  They also try fancy things like “waking you with science” where they start playing noise 30 minutes early at a really low volume to wake you from “light sleep” so you’re less groggy.

I’m calling bullshit on that.  Doesn’t work.  Just wakes me up 30 minutes early and I see the time on my phone and get really pissed I’m not sleeping still.  So I’m still looking a perfect alarm clock for an android phone.

Till then I’ll wake up with buzzing noises.

Extremely annoying buzzing noises.

They say….

They say a stressful job can make you go gray early. Never thought that was true.

I figure either a) my job is way more stressful than I let on or b) old age is setting in earlier I had hoped.

Considering it’s been 7 years since I found my first gray hair and they’ve only just now reached the stage where Sam can’t pluck then its not too bad.

Still… Gray hairs…

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Tork

tork logoI have to tell you, I love that my father works for Tork.

Maybe it is just because I know the name now, but I see Tork products all over the place.  It may be sad, but they are little reminders of home to me.

I see Tork Napkin Dispensers at restaurants all the time.  They were even at Camp Fitch, where I took a group of 5th Graders on a field trip recently. And every time I see them I remember my father telling me about a question he asked when Tork first bought the paper mill he works at.

Dad – “What does Tork mean anyways?”

Tork Employee – “To Wipe.” Soooooo Appropriate.

New Lens

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I bought a new lens and bag for the camera Sam got me for Christmas.  I like it if not soley for the fact that it can zoom in much further than the lens that came with the camera (the ‘Kit Lens’…. look at that terminology.  I’m a pro now, right?).  Anyways, Paprika has never looked better.  And you ignore the large amount of guinea pig poo that is in the picture its actually a really nice picture.

So I’m excited.  A new lens (45-150 lens, cause that means stuff to camera people).  A new bag that is a backpack with lots of space for other stuff as well.  Both will serve me well on the oft storied trip to Camp Fitch next week.  But also at school today.  Because it’s TIE DAY.  Everyone wears a Tie.  Or many.  I’m bringing the many in.  It’ll be fun.

This post was really just an excuse to put a picture of Paprika up on the webpage.  She deserves some attention.  Although she’s the louder of the two piggies, she’s often seen as the “follower” and not the alpha piggie.  So we’ll give her a little alpha piggie attention.  Suck it Ginger.

I had a dream…

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Of New York City.  How strange is that?

And it wasn’t last night.  Last night was this big gap of nothingness.  No dreams, nothing to recall.

But a few nights ago I dreamt of New York City.  Of meeting friends at club there.  A club in some warehouse area that I walked to.  But had a skateboard.  And the people there weren’t really friends, but more old classmates.  Seriously, Matt Thompson, we didn’t hang out in high school.  I’m sure you’re a daper guy, but I haven’t thought about you since we graduated.  Maybe even before that.  But at this club, Matt Thompson, Chris Rabideau (have no idea how to spell his last name without a yearbook), Jen Olden, and some other person I recognized but couldn’t recall their name (maybe someone named Katie or Jamie…. Jamie Glen-something… I don’t know).  All in this club doing whatever people do in clubs.  I’m not sure about that either.  There wasn’t music.  It was dark and there was a bar and weird flashy lights.  And a coatroom.  I remember the coatroom very well.  Cause I checked in my skateboard.  That makes it a club right?

So yeah…. my friends from back when… Colin, Shane, Yousey, Kevin, and Reg.  You ditched me in my dreams.  You bastards.