Geek or Not

I seem to take fewer and fewer pictures as the years pass.

So I can't show you pics of a few close calls on my bike (getting sandwiched between a bus and a rear-view mirror). -- 1 non-geek point.

I can't show you pics from my Saturday night--I played a role-playing game. A real one. Ten-sided dice. Unmarried 40 year olds. Amazing. -- 5 geek points.

I can't show you pics of my first surf session since breaking my collar bone ~ 5 months ago. Nasty surf, but some sweet rides nonetheless. -- 1 non-geek point.

I can't show you that I have a new backup hard drive, on which I have backed up my previous backup hard drives (two of the them). Moreover I can't show you that my new backup script has a feature that backs up all of my preferences and settings, including those of my backup script. -- 3 geek points.

8 to 2. I lose. I win.

I Think I Am Going to Do It

Fashion fox-pox or not, this is beautiful.

Travel Vouchers

I am listening to one of my favorite programs, This American Life, which always surprises and entertains me. The surprising element: the host and narrator, despite his voice and comments (e.g. "that is the most glamorous job title ever" in speaking of having Astronaut on your business card) is not gay. The entertaining element: because Astronauts are government employees, they receive travel orders. The orders detail travel segments:

Houston to Kennedy Space Center
Flight: Commercial Air Carrier
Ground, Hotel, Meals, & Incidentals: $245 per day.

Kennedy Space Center to Earth Orbit
Flight: Government Air
Lodging & Meals provided.

Loller-goggles.

Kitten Wars -- We Dine In Hell

Snorkel Bob's

One Saturday a month, Hanauma Bay (right) opens up for night snorkeling.

(Btw, I guess it goes without saying that I ripped the last of my bandages off and am already doing more stupid stuff that will get me hurt.)


So here is the general idea: you wave around a waterproof flashlight while swimming around clueless in the dark ocean and see what moves. (Works for the guy at the right.) The coolest thing I saw was a 3-4 foot sea turtle sleeping in the reef.

I turned my light off for a few seconds while I was out--not a comforting feeling.

"Loves"

I guess I just fall in love too easily--with donuts. I have a strict regiment for dealing with some lingering post-op pain. I have yet been able to sleep through the night. Instead of being bitter about going to bed at 8:30, and waking up at 12:30, and 4:30, and 8:30 before finally heading to a shortened work day at 10:00 (vicodin wears off after 4 hours), I have embraced this new schedule with my typical attention to health and safety. Every time I wake up, I pop some of my doctor prescribed meds and eat a donut. In bed. Yes, that is right, I keep my pills and my donuts right by my bed. It's a beautiful sight, really. In the past week, I have gone through five boxes donuts--at 340 calories each, that is 12,240 calories for you counters out there. In other words, in order to make up for my gluttony, I need to run 89 miles. I'll be sure to squeeze that in before lunch tomorrow.

(By the way, Loves brand donuts are quite possibly the best I have ever eaten. I would do this week over again exactly the same, if given the choice. In fact, I probably will. Next week.)