Where's my Internet? PW has told me, repeatedly, or many times, or all the time, that I spend too much time on the Internet. I've always had pretty much the same, standard responses. You know, I read a lot, I enjoy it, I'm not just on the Internet; I read ebooks, listen to music, write posts like this that are sure to snag me a book deal, etc, etc-ad nausea. All the while just spouting something, anything to help convince myself that I wasn't just spending a lot of time on the Internet.
Well, It doesn't help that my job allows me to nestle my laptop conveniently next to my right elbow for the 12-14 hrs I sit at work and has also made me an 8th degree black belt in multi-tasking, which enables me to simultaneously work, blog, write for FTTW and read an insane number of blogs, sometimes commenting like some sort of social butterfly, which I'm not-just ask PW or my one, good friend-the only two adults I regularly communicate with outside of the dozen I work and live with at sea.
Which brings me today and how far I've fallen. I've only been at this course for physicists-who-are-not-astro for 2 measly days and I'm having withdrawals. Granted, crew-x, travel and only 3 days with the fam also put a cramp in my style, but even if has been a week of "Internet Interruptus", I am feeling seriously deprived. I find Blondie writing multiple, long posts while I'm away,Travis has created the funniest fucking cartoons I've ever laid eyes on (I was serious, Dude), the Queen's putting jokes out there that just beg me to write punchlines for and I've missed nearly a week of FTTW and I read those guys like an addict sucking on an empty crack pipe, burning resins after a 30 hour jag, and I don't even have time to read the comments, let alone comment, myself! This blows, people.
So how bad is it? I had to give up eating an evening meal to write this shit. Given the amount of time this course is going to take (looks like around 18-20 hrs/day), I don't even know If I'll be able to write. Shit, I haven't even read some 50-odd emails from FTTW and I KNOW there's some important stuff in there since its our big 01 anniversary and we've got a lot going on. Oh yeah, keep an eye out over there-MANY things happening, or about to happen. I'm supposed to come up with a contest, but I can't get my head around it while bogged down in Kirchoff 2D pre-stack time migration and frequency-space velocity filters, characterized by least-squares optimization schemes that locally estimate coherent, broadside energy within azimuth bin gathers. Yeah. So, if I'm oddly quiet, now you know why.
Finally, just call her, mr bud-she was very pretty and seemed to be a very nice, intelligent woman and PW was starting to yell at ME on the phone, last night, dammit;)
/off to cram the entire planet in my head...
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here i was all 'hang on dude, it's only a couple of weeks' and sift e-mail like i do.. sort stack, reply. yeah the course sucks... the world will still be here..
then the finale.
you've caved.
PW has you in a spell.
and yes she was very nice.
really Kirchoff migrations are sorta cool.. huh? (subject change)
yeah, actually Kirchoff migration is kind of neat in a geeky sort of way, but hey! No subject change-call her. Speaking of mikey, I'm telling Chris to get on your case, too...
so queen have you prioritized?
1)porn
2)blog
2.5)porn
3)book
3.25)porn
3.26)KoD...
Ok.. The phone call:
Hi this is Mr. Bud.
oh, hi are you that hippy carpenter dude i met.
Yeah, that's me. say i was thinking, i'm really busy for the next 4 months with 5 jobs, where the only time i take off i spend completely focused on my kids... but then again i still get some sleep...
um, yeah i know what you mean, i'm driven too, and now PW says i need to make chicken soup.. and yeah,... my kids come first too.
Wanna just be fuck buddies, and skip all this hoopla?
OK, sure, fine, why not.
click.
go do your school thing. we'll all be here with posts for you to read on particularly boring days. you'll catch up. :)
it sucks when you ache for the blog world. it's great that we love each other's blogs so much...but it sucks that we're basically addicted. oh well.
Ever since work stepped up again, I'm only on bloglines like twice a week. I get my posts in big chunks - I would've told Lucy to suck it. So sad I missed my opportunity.
So, take heart, Pirate - you're not the only one who is behind! Good luck studying!
yes i know, i should be emailing.. i'm lazy.
i know it sucks down there.. so here was the thought of the day:
me and my worker bees were digging a hole (there's a fine use of 6 years of engineering school) and we were saying if we could just stop time we could catch up. Things are crazy to busy.
This led to if you could stop time for a day what would you do? use it to catch up on work? noo. i don't think so..
being my charming self, i said i would run around and undress a select few so when time started up again they would be caught (literly) with their pants down.
so.. the question is what would you do? a day, free, everyone else stops.
I hate it when our REAL lives get in the way of blogging. Sigh.
And Dorothy's bloglines make her totally lame because then she doesn't see all the funny comments you guys leave for me. And she doesn't comment either. But since she's a blogliner, she won't see this insult anyway. Hahahahaha!
I am donning this period of time:
F ucked
U p
C osmic
K arma
or then again, maybe it's global warming? seems to be the cure all answer these days.
the only activities your missing round here (other then PW) is watching the snow melt on the ripley glacier.
Well school not gonna last forever right?? And PW will be there at the end of it?? But yer cramming the whole world in yer head?? Well loving to read it shouldnt be to hard right?? LOL
Me'll just keep checking to see if yer alive or if school has totally eaten ya up and spit ya out like yesterdays leftovers.......;) ;)
Sorry yer missing yer blog reads though. They will still be there when yer back to yerself. Unless they all decide to self-destruct in yer absence of reading them.. LOL..
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