Joe Szilagyi

…hungover, aintcha?

I hope everyone has a great holiday. No snark, no jokes. Just a good one. Cheers, guys.

I’m 31 again today.

Make sure you give thanks to our American founding fathers today, if you’re American, by properly overdosing on Tryptophan today.

I got whatever the hell it was that Andi had earlier. Maybe we got it at the same time, and it took longer to bloom in me? I started feeling like crap late Monday night, and it got worse each day, until I was doped to the gills on DayQuill and cough drops at the office yesterday. Today I woke up after the bliss of a NyQuill sleep (last night, I sneezed so much my nose physically hurt) and felt even worse. I wish I could fall asleep… my brain is just at a standstill and I can’t stop coughing.

How, I have no idea. I was sitting on the edge of the couch in our living room, putting on my shoes and getting ready to go out for the day, and I shifted my weight forward to rise I felt… a twisting, is the only way I can describe it, in my right leg about halfway between the knee and my ankle. It hurt like hell, and is still sore, but it is one of those weird little injuries on your leg or your foot where it doesn’t seem to force you to favor the leg or limp. It almost (I’m sure it wasn’t this, or I would have been screaming) felt like the muscles and flesh twisted around the bone. I wonder how long this will hurt today.

…and on that note, my vacation ends when I go back to work tomorrow morning. Alas.

I’m on vacation as of the end of work today! Huzzah! Oh, wait, thats now.

Notes from a session at BarCampBlock this weekend, presented by Michael Schwern. The discussion included tact filters, Warnock’s dilemma, and the literalist fuckhead syndrome.

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It’s been a crazy weekend already, the phone has been ringing off the hook, I didn’t get much sleep last night, I have a creeping headache currently, and our food is now… 45 minutes late? An hour? And I’m starving. I would have just gone out for it but I have just way too much to do. Bleh. Is it vacation time yet?

For all the IT geeks out there: “Whatever you want to call it, today we’re taking a look at the bag full of gadgets and productivity tools you throw over your shoulder as you head out the door, confident that you’ve got everything you need to get things done.”

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1. Replace all the belts on your car plus an oil change: $104.51

2. Replace the two oxygen sensors on your car because of a check engine light 9 days later: $259.00

3. Replace the entire exhaust pipe that severed itself violently from the vehicle frame due to 5 1/2 years of New England rust and road salting 22 hours later: $421.34

4. Aside from routine maintenance, having no other repair costs (jinx?) on your car since it’s purchase in November 2000: Priceless.

5: Realizing that as much as I adore using Seattle Metro bus service day to day, that I feel naked not having a car for just four days after having one continuously since about 1996 (literally, each day not counting vacations to mass-transit heavy cities): Aggravating as all hell.

Tonight, our friend Doug is part of an art show downtown, for his print work. This will certainly lead to one too many drinks, especially given that there will be obligatory wine and chatting at the art show, and obligatory hanging out afterwards. It’ll be fun. If we have time (and aren’t three sheets to the wind) we may try to see 28 Weeks Later. Maybe.

Either Saturday or Sunday morning we’re going to run down to REI to check out their selection of GPS units for geocaching, and we likely need to do a full grocery store run (which is a pain). We usually let it go until all our supplies are run down, and then go and get 2-4 weeks of stuff at once. It’s fun, except for the half-dozen trips it requires up and down the stairs and forever unloading and storing stuff. Saturday night we also have the Mariners/Yankees game, and then Sunday is Mother’s Day, so off to West Seattle. I was tempted to check out that Martime Festival down on the waterfront as well, but aside from maybe getting to ride around Elliot Bay in a tugboat, it looks pretty bland.

There’s other stuff as well, which I know I’m completely forgetting now. I think we’ll have free time while we’re asleep.

“Buxom frivolity”.

Mainly of late, trying to see how I can squeeze lots of people, a forlorn romance, a space shuttle, a jerk of a boss, idealistic visions of the nature of science, faith, humanity, and time, a nuclear bomb, monomyth, crazy action sequences, 120 hours of reality, and a dog into the end of the world is serious business. The hell does that even mean?

Writing. Seriously.

Beyond that, living life in Seattle with my wife. Hating myself for being a communications shut-in. Realizing that I found out where I lost approximately 20+ hours per week of my life (hint: the evil soul-sucking previous employer wasn’t at fault for that one! It was all me! They stole the other 20+ hours per week of my life due to mismanaging everyone’s time ((lol–double parenthesis!)), however.) Things is good. I want to be a daddy someday. I want to go on tour someday. I want to find it in myself to stop laughing at the comical morons who duke it out endlessly on Wikipedia over trivial, stupid crap (but like a proper trainwreck, I can’t look away from the usual suspects–I am filled with bile and laughter at once). I want to see the sunlight again someday.

Wait, that’s right, on the sun bit–Seattle. Crap. Note to self as well, need to go to the library.

I have a feeling a few of you that read this receive some income that falls outside normal W2 type stuff. How does it typically work to file quarterly taxes with the IRS?

Going out maybe. Blech. I look like a scrub, I haven’t shaved in days. We are bloated on Crack in the Box.

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