Archive for February, 2006

that’s somewhat unsettling

Tuesday, February 28th, 2006 | Permalink

I’ve worked at Microsoft for 1 year today (well, 1 year 3 months if you include that internship thing).

I can now officially quit without repaying various things. It’s a good thing to know.

Just in case.

There’s obeying going on right under my nose

Saturday, February 25th, 2006 | Permalink

Well, since everyone else on the internet is doing it, please click the links below and let me know the secrets hidden inside my soul.

Johari window – pick 6 words that you feel describe me best.
Nohari window – pick 6 negative words that you feel describe me best.

Time for some thrilling heroics

Thursday, February 23rd, 2006 | Permalink

I wake up from my dreams and think about them, looking back upon the sequence of events that unfolded overnight. “Wow,” I think, “what a random and circuitous sequence of events. So much unbelievable coincidence. Even asleep, it seems strange I could possibly believe such oddity could pass as reality.”

Today, after doing that, I stopped and thought back on my life, looking back upon the sequence of events that unfolded the past years. “Wow,” I think, “what a random and circuitous sequence of events. So much unbelievable coincidence.”

(note: while typing, I originally typed “thinked” instead of “thought”)

And while we’re on a deep, philisophical level, I also thought up these two nuggets:

1: First impressions are funny because you never know when you’re going to make one. It’s usually not the first time you meet someone.

2: It’s easiest to feel lonely when surrounded by many others.

Now I’m going to ponder the thought of one hand clapping, and some other zen crap.

mine is an evil laugh

Friday, February 17th, 2006 | Permalink

I think I just saw a commercial for heat.

Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal

Thursday, February 16th, 2006 | Permalink

Yeah, that just about says it all.

I was going down a blue and somehow fell directly onto my butt without losing balance. So, I was squatted on my skiis, butt dragging in the snow… but not slowing down. About 3/4 down the hill, tears freezing to my face and my voice scratchy from crying to Amy for help, I hit that tree.

Amy was busy taking the picture; as such she didn’t help me (the picture, I need to stress, is not posed at all).

The same thing happened when Alfonso found me stuck in my chair. People in Washington are mean.

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