Posts in category "Daily Life"

Usually It's Dress Shirts And Sweaters

From one of my inside sources, I found out that the hir­ing freeze at the old gov­ern­ment job might be on hia­tus and they’re look­ing to fill some CS‑2 posi­tions. Aaron and I con­tact­ed our old employ­ers to get togeth­er for some lunch tomor­row, and they end­ed up mak­ing reser­va­tions for 14 at the Mayflower. Aaron and I both know that this could be an impor­tant lunch, so we’ll be putting on the prep­py clothes. We actu­al­ly had to dis­cuss what we’d be wear­ing, since we dress so sim­i­lar­ly.

Euchre Night At Karen's

Euchre night at Karen’s was decent, even though I kept get­ting euchred with who­ev­er I was part­nered with. It’s only February but I think I’ve already seen the fun­ni­est thing I’ll see all year; a penis-beat­ing table-talk impres­sion. I haven’t laughed so hard since I heard the cho­da sto­ry, and I had to apol­o­gize for my ebul­lience.

It was all in Aaron’s expres­sion. A sort of half-fren­zied, half-excit­ed, shaky look of urgency while he mut­ters, “CLUBS”.

Dreamtheater: Train Of Thought

I’ve been giv­ing Train of Thought a fair chance, and now I can’t stop lis­ten­ing to it. I’m thor­ough­ly impressed. They’ve real­ly devel­oped as a band, and are def­i­nite­ly more con­fi­dent as com­posers. They can stick to their key sig­na­tures with more cre­ativ­i­ty now, and I’m glad that almost every song is giv­en the time to devel­op all the motifs that they intro­duce (most are over 10 min­utes long). There’s only one song that sounds like filler, because it uses a lot of the same lit­tle tricks from oth­er albums, such as Portnoy’s exact syn­co­pat­ed snare roll from Scenes From a Memory or oth­er such riffs. The lyrics remain a tad sim­ple though; these guys are def­i­nite­ly music majors and not English majors.

She's An Indoor Cat

I took Dolly for a walk today, and brought her over to Tom’s apart­ment. She start­ed freak­ing out as soon as we got out­side. I set her down and she would have bolt­ed if it was­n’t for the leash. She was alright when we got to Tom’s place, and she set her­self in a steady pounce posi­tion in front of his bird­cage. When I got back, I set her down out­side the apart­ment door to unlock it, and as soon as the door was open she rushed back in again. I guess she’s real­ly com­fort­able and secure in her lit­tle con­trolled area. I real­ly wish I knew how she react­ed the first time she was let out, but I prob­a­bly won’t be try­ing it again any­time soon. That means that I’ll prob­a­bly end up not even both­er­ing with the microchip oper­a­tion.