I've just installed a counter on my main page. I suspect the only people who read this are people who know me or people who know people who know me. We'll find out.
A bunch of us went out to dinner for Jordan's birthday at Pete Miller's Steak House in Evanston, which was nice. It's a "Big Hunk o' Meat" place, and I haven't been to something like that for a while. So, yummy fillet mignon, but they literally gave me a big hunk of meat with a roasted onion on the side. That's it. Thank god a salad came before the meal. Even I, with my unnatural eating habits, don't consider a big hunk of meat on its own a real meal.
They also make amazing hot fudge sundaes with Callebaut Belgian chocolate sauce. Wowie. That's some goooooood chocolate. Newton, you're right: Hershey's is pretty much an insult to your tastebuds after something like that.
Ironically enough, after all this talk of fillet mignon and chocolate, I went to the gym today over lunch for the first time since Australia. I'm trying to decide whether or not to cancel my membership, which ain't cheap, and just avail myself of the City of Chicago facilities. My gym is nicer, closer, and full of fun people to look at (my trainer was a fireman for god's sake.) It's also expensive, and full of such pretty people that I almost feel guilty for going there when I'm not in perfect shape. The Park District places are free, but inconveninetly located and not necessarily all that clean. But the whole free thing is very compelling....I guess I'll just see how much I use the damn gym over the next several weeks/months. If my gym attendance drops below, say, at least once a week, then I should ditch it. And if anything nasty happens with my job -- like, say, I no longer have one -- the gym membership is the first thing to go.
I'm still sparring with the insurance company over our compensation. The good news: I got the check for the furnace today. That goes straight to the Home Equity people. The bad news: They don't know what they're gong to do about Wendy's manuscript, which was on the computer that was stolen. It wasn't sold yet, so the insurance company is leaning toward "well how do we know it (1) really existed, and (2) really had value?" The existance thing is easy enough to prove -- Wendy has about 700 pages that she's trying to organize/update. The value part... well, if it had already been sold, then the manuscript would have been done and the editor would already have it. It's one of those Catch-22-type situations. We'll see how it turns out.
At work, we've discovered that the other company that had been on our floor has moved, so we're all alone. And there's not that many of us to begin with. Our bosses are out this week, so Andy and Eric are lobbying for a pajama day on friday. Sure, what the hell -- my jammies aren't much less accepatble than the stuff i usally wear to work.
We did discover a disturbing trend, however: 3 out of 3 tech guys surveyed said they don't wear pajamas, and therefore either sleep inthe buff or in their underwear. That was a mental image that I just didn't need to construct.
A bunch of us went out to dinner for Jordan's birthday at Pete Miller's Steak House in Evanston, which was nice. It's a "Big Hunk o' Meat" place, and I haven't been to something like that for a while. So, yummy fillet mignon, but they literally gave me a big hunk of meat with a roasted onion on the side. That's it. Thank god a salad came before the meal. Even I, with my unnatural eating habits, don't consider a big hunk of meat on its own a real meal.
They also make amazing hot fudge sundaes with Callebaut Belgian chocolate sauce. Wowie. That's some goooooood chocolate. Newton, you're right: Hershey's is pretty much an insult to your tastebuds after something like that.
Ironically enough, after all this talk of fillet mignon and chocolate, I went to the gym today over lunch for the first time since Australia. I'm trying to decide whether or not to cancel my membership, which ain't cheap, and just avail myself of the City of Chicago facilities. My gym is nicer, closer, and full of fun people to look at (my trainer was a fireman for god's sake.) It's also expensive, and full of such pretty people that I almost feel guilty for going there when I'm not in perfect shape. The Park District places are free, but inconveninetly located and not necessarily all that clean. But the whole free thing is very compelling....I guess I'll just see how much I use the damn gym over the next several weeks/months. If my gym attendance drops below, say, at least once a week, then I should ditch it. And if anything nasty happens with my job -- like, say, I no longer have one -- the gym membership is the first thing to go.
I'm still sparring with the insurance company over our compensation. The good news: I got the check for the furnace today. That goes straight to the Home Equity people. The bad news: They don't know what they're gong to do about Wendy's manuscript, which was on the computer that was stolen. It wasn't sold yet, so the insurance company is leaning toward "well how do we know it (1) really existed, and (2) really had value?" The existance thing is easy enough to prove -- Wendy has about 700 pages that she's trying to organize/update. The value part... well, if it had already been sold, then the manuscript would have been done and the editor would already have it. It's one of those Catch-22-type situations. We'll see how it turns out.
At work, we've discovered that the other company that had been on our floor has moved, so we're all alone. And there's not that many of us to begin with. Our bosses are out this week, so Andy and Eric are lobbying for a pajama day on friday. Sure, what the hell -- my jammies aren't much less accepatble than the stuff i usally wear to work.
We did discover a disturbing trend, however: 3 out of 3 tech guys surveyed said they don't wear pajamas, and therefore either sleep inthe buff or in their underwear. That was a mental image that I just didn't need to construct.
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