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Thursday, July 15, 2004
Okay, here are the answers to yesterday's quiz. In retrospect, it may have been a bit too hard, since A) I actually may have made a mistake on one of the answers (!?!?), and B) Neither my parents, brother, or close friends were able to score 100%. Anyway...
A) Number of cars I've owned: 10. This is the one that I may have gotten wrong. I was only counting cars I've actually registered and driven, not parts cars or cars I've had only brief custody of before passing along to someone else. The ones I'm counting are: '84 Alfa Romeo Spider, '85 BMW 528e, '78 Volvo 244, '85 Volvo 245, '83 BMW 320i, '81 BMW 528i, '61 Lincoln Continental, '79 BMW 320i, '84 BMW 318i, '69 BMW 2002.
B) Number of jobs I've held: 13. Bakery worker, cafeteria worker, Blockbuster Video clerk, bartender, construction laborer, pizza delivery driver, video editor (rumpus), transcriber, video editor (freelance), newspaper courier, graphics/web designer, taxi driver, mechanic.
C) Approximate debt I'm in: $45,000. Sadly, this is a conservative estimate. Including student loans.
D) Number of colleges I've attended: 8. University of Oregon, Portland Community College, Portland State University, Northwest Film Center, Hampshire College, University of Massachusetts, Smith College (and you thought it was an all girls school), Universal Technical Institute.
E) Number of girlfriends I've had: 2. Anna and Keely. What I lack in sheer numbers, I've made up for in quality.
F) Longest amount of time I've held a job: 1.5 years. A tie between Rumpus Corporation and Swan Island Networks.
G) Number of Springsteen shows I've seen: 5. BRUUUUUUUUUCCCEEE!!! Albany, Hartford, Portland, Vancouver B.C., New Jersey.
H) Number of foreign countries I've been to: 3. Canada, England, Ireland. Yes, I'm counting Canada.
I) Number of home runs I've hit in organized baseball games: 1. My brothers Scott and Sean on first and third, hit and run on, pitch very high but had to swing due to hit and run, line drive 3-run shot to dead left field.
There you go. Thanks to everyone who actually bothered to fill this out and email me their answers; it was fun.
This is your life and it's ending, one day at a time.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
By the time most of you read this (the 15th), and actually by this time literally if you're on the east coast, I will be 27 years old. Damn the man.
Up until this point I have amounted to little more than a monumental waste of my parents' money... unfortunately, I don't foresee this changing before I turn 28. I'm broken down, greying, single, unhappy, directionless, indebted, and in Phoenix. And one year older. Yee-haw.
Just for fun, and since I don't have anything better to write, see if you can match some numbers to some categories of my life thus far:
A) Number of cars I've owned
B) Number of jobs I've held
C) Approximate debt I'm in
D) Number of colleges I've attended
E) Number of girlfriends I've had
F) Longest amount of time, in years, I've held a job
G) Number of Springsteen shows I've seen
H) Number of foreign countries I've been to
I) Number of home runs I've hit in organized baseball games
And the numbers are:
1) 5
2) 3
3) 1
4) 10
5) 45,000
6) 2
7) 8
8) 13
9) 1.5
Answers tomorrow! I guess it's obvious that E = 5... just call me Wilt.
This is probably the most self-centered thing I've ever done. I apologize.
Tuesday. Sweet.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
I got outed as a Democrat today at work... it went as well as could be expected. It started out with my boss asking me if I'd seen "that Michael Myers movie" and went downhill from there. Later I heard him surreptitiously telling the other techs that "we have a Democrat working here..." Whatever.
We had some more thunderstorms today... no rain where we were, but we could see some dramatic lightning off in the distance after school. It's definitely more humid now... not too much by east coast standards, but when combined with the 110+ heat it's equally bad.
At school today one of the instructors asked me to fix his car, which was an absolute piece of shit 1990 Dodge. It actually had the exact same engine as my parents' old Voyager (also a piece of shit), but I couldn't fix it. Then again, should I have been even trying? Who's teaching whom here?
Spoke too soon... it's pouring outside now. Thunder and lightning and pouring rain. Although I maintain that it's no more rain than we get all the time in Portland... the Phoenicians keep trying to one-up me in the rain department.
Rain!
Monday, July 12, 2004
It rained today. And there was a dust storm. Which, if you've seen The Mummy (I haven't), would look familiar. Apparently we're going to get more of this through August. Unfortunately, the rain didn't really cool anything off too much. We're entering the really dark (I wish this were true literally) part of summer... if we weren't miserable weather-wise before, we are now. I've said it before and I'll say it again - I cannot fathom why any sane person would choose to live here permanently. Phoenix is, without a doubt, the worst place I have ever been. And I have been to Kansas, Los Angeles, Springfield MA, Eastern Washington State, Utah, Southern Idaho, Evansville Indiana, the Bronx, White Plains NY, Hartford, New Haven, Cleveland, Boise ID, and the Midwest in general. None of them can hold a candle to Phoenix.
I fixed a persistent and annoying problem on my car today in lab at school. A severe rattle from the rear end is gone. I can't believe I didn't solve it sooner... it was really easy. Just hadn't found the source of the problem before.
I'm too tired to keep going.