Wacky week. Late night vc tonight which should put me home around 1am. Came in at noon today but somehow its not making up for it. Coming in at noon tomorrow, but I feel like my sleep schedule for the week is just going to be chalked up as a loss. Did get to go to a pizza party though which was fun. If we had some game tokens and some pitchers of mixed soda from all of the fountains (which is apparently called a "Suicide") it would have been a real party though. Lots going on at work this week despite the shortened week because of the 4th of the July holiday.
Some major accomplishments this weekend. Bought groceries for the second weekend in a row at Whole Foods for the whole week. I shouldn't have done the math on what the groceries cost me vs. eating out. Essentially, I could eat out every meal for roughly the same price. None the less, groceries were purchased. Kia had to work on Sunday for a couple of hours which meant video games were played roughly the entire time she was at work. I got a glimpse of my life without marriage. It was a scary vision. That said, I did beat Resistance: Fall of Man which I had been stuck on for many months and managed to finally get to Dr. Doom on Marvel: Ultimate Alliance, he's hard....
Watched the first four episodes of The Wire Season 3 which is bad ass. I also watched Fool's Gold (yes, the Matthew McConaughey/Kate Hudson romp where they search for sunken treasure) and it was bad (not bad ass). Donald Sutherland was in it. I hope he got paid enough for the movie to pay for floor seats at the Staples Center for the rest of his life because there is no other excuse. Come to think of it, he was hiding behind his sunglasses at the games a little more than normal during the playoffs.
20 minutes until my meeting. Going to go prep on my speech which will likely consist of me going in front of our global team and saying "uhhh" and then sitting down. Its late here.
Going to make some notes so that I don't stammer too much.
Uh bye.
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I particularly like the fact that we get a sampling of your work day. My own is pretty much phone calls with demands. As a lifestyle it takes some getting used to.
Here's a question: Why does the closer for the Giants flash gang signs after the game? And does he flash the signs if he blows the save? Finally, if this is a hip-hop experience, shouldn't we all just give up at this point and admit that the whole hip-hop thing is a lost cause? I'm also thinking that I might start flashing signs in court. Maybe get the jury on my side. "If it doesn't fit, you must acquit."
"Why does the closer for the Giants flash gang signs after the game?"
Though I haven't seen this, it is probably not a gang sign but instead something as tame as a thumbs up but because you live in Nome anything more aggressive than an Eskimo kiss is terrifying.
"And does he flash the signs if he blows the save? "
Yes, but again, not a true gang sign, likely something that looks like this:
http://photos.friendster.com/photos/88/00/7160088/4698336629430l.jpg
(Bergy?)
"Finally, if this is a hip-hop experience, shouldn't we all just give up at this point and admit that the whole hip-hop thing is a lost cause?"
Er no.
"I'm also thinking that I might start flashing signs in court.
Maybe get the jury on my side. "If it doesn't fit, you must acquit.""
If you want to get the jury on your side you should bring donuts.
1.) Point at the sky. Okay, this is not a gang sign. This is a Barry Bonds wannabe copy-cat piece of foolishness.
2.) Bend elbows, cross forearms across chest. Now we're getting closer. This is not just your "I'm-a-grumpy-old-man-tapping-my-toe" sign.
3.) Wiggle (non-gloved) fingers in some peculiar fashion. He's rotating in front of the camera, so I can't see exactly what he's doing, but now we're getting somewhere. I'm sorry....this is your classic, I'm a white guy flashing signs to my homeys embarrassment.
Come on. You just gave up three hits and one run in the bottom of the ninth inning, and squeaked by as a result of having a two-nothing lead going in. This is not the time to be flashing signs. It is a time of deep shame and humiliation, as well as relief that you have once again been lucky in the face of your own malfeasance.
Or am I wrong about all this?
My guess, guess here mind you, is that his display is an unavoidable byproduct of his uncontrollable superstition similar to Jason Kidd's blown kiss prior to a free throw or Nomar's painfully OCD re-velcroing of his batting gloves.
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