Conference back40::soapbox

    
    
    Chris,
    
    Have you ever concidered trading your life in for 
    a model with better options?
    
    
    
    
    :*)
    Terrie
    

    Chris,
    
    Can't figure out whether the caffiene or booze will get you first :-)
    
    

    re .2
    
    My money is on the poor personal hygiene :^)
    
    Balders

Oi, watch it Clive!  Anyway, weren't you one of the smelly oiks who
went to Glasters?

Chris.

    
    Lately, it's like this:
    
    1800  Alarm goes off.  I curse the day I was born.
    
    1810 - 1820  Drag myself out of bed.  Turn on the local news and
                 drink a cocktail of diluted grape juice (for the
                 glucose), creatine monohydrate, glutamine, caffeine, 
                 ma huang (ephedra), vanadyl sulfate, and certain other
                 compounds while yelling at the talking heads.
    
    1840  Take shower.  Slowly wake up as the caffeine and ephedra hit
          my system (it's like stepping out of a dense fog.)
    
    1900  Slowly consume a pre-workout meal (moderate protein, high carbs
          from maltodextrin, some essential fatty acids in the form of
          flaxseed oil, which is high in linolenic acid) and drink lots
          of water while watching more news and The Simpsons.  More
          caffeine, ephedra, aspirin, vitamins, etc.
    
    2015 - 2030  Drive to gym.
    
    2030 - 2045  Hit the gym and lift huge weights, the kind that would
                 make lesser men quake in their boots.  I have the strength
                 of ten men. ;-)
    
    2130  The gym closes.
    
    2140  They finally kick me out.  I stand out by my car, sweating like
          a pig and gasping for air, until I cool down enough to drive.
    
    2200  Arrive back at home, after running the usual gauntlet of
          corrupt, abusive cops, drug pushers and users, hookers, drunken
          louts, feuding domestic couples, rabid animals, doctors, lawyers,
          and the occasional Indian chief.  Turn on more news and repeat
          the grape juice cocktail, minus the caffeine and other 
          stimulants.  My sainted mother (bless her heart) may call
          to bedevil me at this time.
    
    2230  Take shower, get dressed for work.
    
    2300  Eat post-workout meal (high protein, moderate carbs, low fat)
          while watching late news.  If you haven't guessed by now, I'm
          a complete news junkie.
    
    2330  Still bustling about trying to get out the door.  Grabbing food
          to take, material to read, muttering to myself as I run through
          my mental checklist.
    
    2340  Leave for work, threading my way through the maze of 
          potential aggressors again.  Nice little paranoid world I
          live in, no?  No.  Not if you live in my neighborhood.
    
    2355  Arrive at work.  And so it begins...sigh.  I will spare you
          the typical banal dreck.
    
    0200  Log into soapbox (yay!)
    
    Work, notes, eat, work, work, notes, eat, work, work...
    
    1200 - 1230  Leave work.  Drive home, with the sunlight hurting
                 my vampire eyes.  Everything is so weird and glittery
                 in the daylight when you're used to the night.  It grates
                 on you like eating tinfoil, or nails on a chalkboard.
    
    1300  Back at Ranch Apocalypse.  Eat and channel surf.
    
    1400  Hit the sack (ow!)  Zzzzzzz....
    
    I know, I really need to get a life.  But it's my world, and welcome
    to it.
    
    
    
    
    Rob
    
    

    re .4
    
    In reply to your question Chris, I'm neither smelly nor an oik, and I
    didn't go to Glastonbury, so the answer is no. Mucho :^)
    
    Balders

    Dear diary,
    what a strange day its been,
    (moody blues)
    

    I'd enter something here, but I'm afraid I'd bore everyone to tears. 
    I'll spare you the 'a day in the life of Steve' breakdown.

Dear Diary
(Ray Thomas) 

Dear diary, what a day it's been.
Dear diary, it's been just like a dream.
Woke up late. Wasn't where I should have been.
For godness sake what's happening to me.
Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary.

It was cold outside my door.
So many people by the score.
Rushing around so senselessly.
They don't notice there's people like me.
Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary.

They don't know what they're playing.
They've no way of knowing what the game is.
Still they carry on doing what they can.
Outside me, yours truly, dear diary.

It's over. Will tomorrow be the same?
I know that they're really not to blame.
If they wern't so blind then surely they'd see.
There's a much better way for them to be.
Inside me, yours truly, dear diary.
.
.
.
Dear Diary:
Somebody exploded an H-bomb today.
But it wasn't anyone I knew.

    Dear Diary:
    
    Last evening was the first time I went into netscape.  I looked up
    Hedleys picture to see what the man looked like.  The picture contained
    a friendly, warm looking, loving individual....
    
    
    
    and then next to her was this beer bellied individual named Chris!! :-)
    
    -Jack

	Chris, if you bring that dude who used to file everything away until he
needs it back to noting in this file, you'll be sorry! :-)

    
    From John Prine:
    
    Dear Diary, Dear Diary- you've got no complaints
    You are what you are and you aint what you aint.
    So listen up buster and listen up good
    Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood
    
    				

    
    John Prine?????  Dear Diary?  I thought it was dear abby.

    It's abby's response to a whiney "Dear Abby" letter. (By John Prine, of
    course)

 I love John Prine..

    
    
    ...John Prine...didn't he do
    	
    	Roll me over in the clover..
    		Roll me over
        		Roll me over
    				...
    
    ..no that was that other fella
    
    ...Forgive me...it's this *#@& evening shift again!
    
    
    ...I just need some sleep, or medication...or both
    
    Rod(bugged out and babbling..)

 I don't believe John Prine did that tune.  I remember hearing it many
 many many years ago by Rusty Warren.



 Jim

    
    
    7-12-95 diary entry for Me. :*)
    
    
    Dear Diary,
    
    I did some good stuff and some bad stuff today on my day off.
    The stuff that I did the best was the stuff that was the worst. :*)
    
    
    
    
    Terrie
    

12-jul-1995

6:30  crawl out of bed, search for dressing gown under pile of clothes,
      fall down stairs, put telly on.
6:35  glance at clock
6:36  go back to bed
8:15  wake up again, make some coffee
8:20  start moping about some woman (yes, the same one again)
6:30  get bored with moping.  Phone my sister to belch at her.  Sister
      tells me to piss off and no I can't borrow her Prodigy records.
6:35  feel better having annoyed someone.
6:45  raid beer collection, watch telly.
sometime later   can't remember any more.

    
    One day, Chris, you will be able to look back on a rich, full life.
    

    
    re: .21
    
    Why don't you just shoot yourself and put us out of your misery???
    

    Deear Diary.... aaaaaaahh...... aaaaaahhh.... Wow?! I forgot what I was
    gonna say...... <best Rev. Jim>
    

    Dear Diary,
    
    12 eggs
    
    2 pints of milk
    
    3 strawberry yoghurts
    
    Thank you.
    

>       Please call Divine Brown ASAP.

who she?

    
    Hugh Grant's mouth piece.
    
    

    <--- no pun intended, right???
    
    ;> ;>
    
    

So Chris.... what did you do yesterday?

>So Chris.... what did you do yesterday?

waited for the other 'boxers to post their version of `a day in the
life of...'!

Today I sat in several traffic jams.  Nice weather for it, though.  Not.

Chris.

    
    14th July
    
    06:00	Woke up thinking "where the **** am I"
    
    06:00+1sec	Go back to sleep still not knowing where I am
    
    07:00	Alarm goes off, remember I'm in a hotel room alone and
    		decide it'd be a good idea to wake up, shower and get
    		some food before the nice Gendarmerie put a ticket on
    		my car or tow it away
    
    07:40	Climb into clothes (post-shower); stagger downstairs for
    		crappy breakfast of solid bread roll and various cold bits
    		of very dead animals (veggies - sorry, but it's true)
    
    08:20	Decide that I've had far too much apple juice and tea, so
    		I'd better go rescue my car from the ravages of the city
    
    08:40	Finally remember where I'd parked my car the night before,
    		discover there's a parking ticket on it anway
    
    08:42	Get organised and drive out of the heart of the city
    
    09:00	Realise that I've been down every road in Brussels and
    		still can't find my way onto the elusive Evere-bound road
    
    09:05	Find the road to the airport - that'll do for a general
    		direction to start with
    
    09:20	Arrive at work after another adventure-filled trek into
    		the land of oblivious drivers
    
    09:30	Find out that things are knackered at the Solent office -
    		fix before settling down to work here
    
    09:50-      Work like crazy ready for tonight's upgrade
    12:20	
    
    12:21-
    12:50	Eat great tasting lunch in Evere canteen, make snide and
    		other sarcastic comments in equally squalid conversation
    		with Mssrs Brown, Winpenny, Mingus, Moreno & Bryanton
    
    12:55-	As per 09:50-12:20 - discover that I can't get an outside
    16:45	line from any bloody phone in the office, so my answerphone
    		on the mobile will have to wait
    
    16:46-	Inform users that their beloved system is being taken away
    17:00	from them for the DECstep upgrade - several complain and 
    		get told that I don't care if their arse is on fire and
    		they need the system to douse the flames that they can't
    		have another five minutes
    
    17:01	Decide that I'm a mean git for not letting them work for
    		five more minutes - then think "what the hell; if they
    		want to work on Friday evening then they don't deserve to"
    
    17:01+a-bit	Start to gently fall asleep before remembering I have 
    		several hours work left
    
    17:02-      Perform upgrade on BIS2 in the vain hope that it will
    01...and	somehow make the world a better place and not get me 
    counting...	fired if I totally screw things up
    
    01:22	See Richard and Jose (performing a different system's 
    		upgrade) trying to decide which wall to punch first
    
    01:23	Decide that it's a fairly good time to fall asle.......
    		(I wish)

    
    
    	re -1
    
    	good one...:)
    
    

I just hope that H'Anus Mingus doesn't find his way in here...

Chris.

    
    He will...
    
    C.

    
    Woke up, fell out of bed
    Dragged a comb across my head
    Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
    And looking up, I noticed I was late.
    
    Grabbed my coat, and grabbed my hat
    Made the bus in seconds flat
    Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
    Somebody spoke and I went into a dream...
     

    
    
    So, are you John, Paul, George or Ringo?

    
    I buried Paul.
    

| <<< Note 486.38 by GRANPA::MWANNEMACHER "NRA member" >>>


| So, are you John, Paul, George or Ringo?

	He's Joan, of course! :-)

    ZZZ  I buried Paul.
    
    
    No you didn't said little Nicoli!

    today i will:
    leave work at 0700hrs, ride home casually watching other cyclists pound
    toward work, arrive home at 0750 feed screaming cat wash face and hands
    drink some juice eat a yogurt or baby food, have a smoke call
    girlfriend to wake her, talk for a bit go to bed by 0830hrs.
    
    girlfriend will arrive my place at 1400 hrs to wake me up, I will get
    her to write some words on my back (with her fingers and I have to
    guess what they are). I will make coffee eat some bran cereal with
    fresh strawberries on top and a glass of juice and a banana or
    nectarine. We will have a little two person party for about a half an
    hour and walk to the store to buy a chicken for I will have to make
    some cat food before I go away an wednesday. We will arrive at my apt
    around 1700hrs put the chicken in the oven read mags while chicken
    cooks. When chicken is done the rest of the day will be I dont know
    what. Happy holidays, ciao.
    
    chris
    

    
    Sounds like a little slice of heaven, Chris.  Enjoy.
    
    
    Rob
    

    I guess this entry could have gone in the TTLT or the TTWA or the TTMYG
    topics but since I couldn't decide....
    
    Had a good day today. Started off by heading downtown to attend a
    seminar at Bell.  Set a new record for surfing the tracks - 6 blocks, green
    lights all the way and kept 4 tires on the streetcar tracks at all
    times - it takes skill, I tell you.  Then, I found a primo parking
    spot. The seminar was great (Voice Communications I) and the
    presenter(or?) was quite dynamic. I managed to avoid doing my usual
    head nods by late afternoon.  It was quite  weird actually - she had
    many of the EXACT same mannerisms and voice inflections as Marcia
    Clark! Good thing she looked a little different or I would never have
    been able to concentrate.  Spent lunch at City Hall and there is a
    price war going on with the hot-dog vendors.  Two bucks for an Italian
    sausage and DC - such a deal.  Nobody can BBQ up those weinies like the
    street vendors.  I tend to choose the one who offers the most creative
    toppings, however I think the guy who had the pickelled eggs out today
    was going a bit overboard.  Had a wander by the courthouse today and
    people were already lining up for tomorrows public seating at the
    Bernardo trial. Today was his first day on the stand and I'll enter
    some info in the appropriate topic. Finished up the seminar at 3:00
    which was a real bonus for me since I usually don't get out of the
    office until closer to 6:30pm.  Didn't have as much luck with the
    tracks on the way home  8*(   Stopped at a hair salon and got a perm
    that actually turned out pretty good.  I usually hate it for the first
    two months, but this time I think I should start liking it in a couple
    of days!  The humidity had *finally* broken and I can breath again so
    all in all, it's been a fine day.  I did have a TTMYGT to include, but
    I can't even remember what it was....