Weird

April 26, 2011 meisajDaily Life

I had a dream that Sam and I were back in Queensbury at my parents. It was summer, and nighttime. We were out in front and there was a delivery man in a car on the corner. He couldn’t find the house he was looking for, but knew it was right there.

He kept asking me who lived where and I really had no clue (its been a long time since I lived in Queensbury). I offered to give him my number if he had any questions. The only problem was I couldn’t remember my number. And when I did the pen didn’t work. After a while of trying different pens and writing a number that ended with my pin number (no i won’t tell you my pin) the dream shifted to a room where everyone was changing their skin color (there was some machine that did it).

When I declined to change my skin color (I’m quite happy with who I am and wouldn’t change a thing) I was called racist. Then my phone rang. It was Mr. Link (Linck??). Is it sad that I don’t remember how to spell his last name, I went to school with his children. Anyways, he had called because he was locked out of his house and supposedly I had a spare key for his house (he lived alone at this point). I got up (I was laying down for some reason) to go find the key.

Then I woke, extremely confused.

Pocket

April 18, 2011 meisajDaily Life

My new button down work shirt has no pocket on the front.

It’s bugging the shit out of me.

Game 3

April 18, 2011April 18, 2011 meisajDaily Life

Game 3 of the playoff series against the Flyers is tonight. Beard growth is going well (over a week now), beer supply is low (will be replenished on way home from work) and enthusiasm is high.

How I am getting my excitement up? Reviewing WGR’s 55 Reasons to hate the Philadelphia Flyers.

Transcredicble

April 18, 2011April 20, 2011 meisajDaily Life

From The Transcredible Exploits of Zapp Branigan:

Emperor Chop Chop: No one can save you now, Leela.

Leela Actress: Well, what about Zapp Brannigan?

Emperor Chop Chop: Well, obviously, Zapp Brannigan can save you, but— [the door opens and Zapp, walks in] Zapp Brannigan!

Zapp: So, Emperor Chop Chop, once again we meet at last! Drop that space gun or I’ll shoot! Like so! [shoots the villain and unties the actress portraying Leela]

Leela Actress: Oh, Zapp! Tie me back up and ravish me!

Zapp: I’d like to, Leela. So I will.

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And that is why Zapp Branigan rules.

Game Two

April 16, 2011 meisajDaily Life

Game Two.

To get fired up I’ve been reading sports columns from outside the Buffalo area. They all play up the Flyers while dismissing the Sabres as a team with only one talented player… Miller.

I see it as: the Flyers gave all they could in game one, played the best they can and were shut down by a Buffalo team that is capable of playing way better.

Beard and I are prepared.

Long Term Life Goals Are Overrated

April 15, 2011April 15, 2011 meisajDaily Life

Maybe it’s just me. But it’s how I feel. Part of the reason I moved from Buffalo was that I had little left to achieve.

Stay with me… At 28 I had seniority in my department, tenure, and pretty much job security for the rest of my life. I was the co-chair of my department, had a decent apartment, and was so comfortable in my environment that even when I couldn’t raise a single friend to hang out I still had places I would go just for the he’ll of it. A family wasn’t, and oddly still doesn’t top my list of priorities. Or really make the list.

But hell. It was a moment where I thought ‘either I stay here forever or I get the hell out now.’. When Pat, Dan, and myself talked about all moving away from our current situations together the night of Derek’s wedding it hit home with me. It may have just been drunken ideal talk, but I knew it was exactly what I wanted.

I set in motion plans to move despite being unsure of who would move with me, or even if anyone would. After a move and trials that are known to many I ended up in Cleveland basically living paycheck to paycheck with few to no friends around me. It was new and uncomfortable and horrible unstable. And while I’ve stabilized slightly since the move two and a half years ago, I still have no clue where I am going.

But I don’t want to. The whole point of that trip down memory lane is that the goal started out as moving away with friends in tow. That was the goal since graduating college… just no one moved away from Buffalo (shut up
Pat… You left only after I committed to move there). But it wasn’t the urge. The urge was to move. And the urge is important. Not some fictional idealized goal.

Fuck long term goals. Live for the urge. Live for the feeling you can’t escape, not the comfort. That’s how you enjoy life. That’s how I enjoy life. I don’t know where I’ll be at 65, at 50, at 40. I don’t even know where I’ll be in three years at 35. But I know when that urge or feeling hits I’ll follow it. Fuck Long Term Goals. Fuck the Ideal. Enjoy what you have and where you are and the urge that you can’t escape. Trust that the universe likes you, it created you didn’t it, everything will work out.

This has been a slightly inebriated rant by AJ. Hope you all enjoyed it.

P.S. – Go Sabres