Wraparound Runaround

I don't like headphones that wrap around the back of your head. (They hurt my ears after a short while.)

Yet somehow I keep accumulating them.

This Just In...

Apparently, if you put stuff on the Internet, people may read it.

An Hour Has 60 Minutes

Just read one of my prior entries, about only taping the last 2 minutes of an episode of 'Lost.'

Experts everywhere are in agreement: taping 2 minutes of an hour-long show leaves 58 minutes remaining, not 48.

Diversions

The shower I use in the on-campus gym has a handheld head in addition to the standard one, so it has a flow diverter valve.

Unlike other flow diverter valves I have used, if you inadvertently turn the valve too far in one direction, the handle will come loose and be forced out by water pressure, you will get hit in the chest with a stream of water, and you will let out a yelp or other exclamatory noise.

After a split second trying to push the handle in against the water pressure, I turned off the water and screwed it back in.

Lost Again

Managed to tape the last 2 minutes of the new episode of 'Lost.' Which of course means that I didn't tape the prior 48 minutes [duh, 58 -- Joe] (42 not counting commercials).

Did manage to tape the 2-hour premiere of 'Alias.'

Now I remember why I stopped watching it.

On the plus side, the feeling is starting to come back to my pinky, if you recall the self-stabbing incident from November.

Put That Coffee Down! Coffee Is for Closers...

An independent observer agrees...when a beautiful twenty-something girl from [redacted European Community nation] is practically throwing herself at you at a [redacted December/January holiday] party, one should avail themselves of the opportunity and close the deal, because it might not happen again. Ever.

Even if one has been told repeatedly "she has a boyfriend." (Apparently not an issue at that particular moment in time.)

Even if she's a friend's sister and it could get a little awkward later on. (A. You know, it is possible to overthink these things. B. We're all adults here. C. Anything is preferable to mercilessly beating oneself up afterwards.)

Other relevant sayings:
* It's better to ask forgiveness, than permission.
* Man up, nancy.
* A-B-C. A-Always. B-Be. C-Closing. Always be closing, always be closing.

5 Means "Five"

I missed the Duke vs.Princeton game yesterday (in Cameron, broadcast on ESPN).

This is despite the fact that I have 2005 calendars now; plus the men's basketball season schedule printed out and in my field of vision.

I just failed to connect 1/5 = January 5th = Today.

Wild & Wooly [sic]

A few weeks ago, rolled out something that had "wooly" in the name. Of course, the word is spelled "woolly." We got called on it, but were able to chuck everything into the memory hole.

Random Dumbness

* Taped the two-a-day reruns of ABC's 'Lost' so I could catch up (it was one of those shows I theoretically should have been watching, but wasn't.) Ended up taping over episode 3 before I watched it, leaving me with a minor but annoying gap in my knowledge of the storyline.

* My washer & dryer are stacked (boy, are they). Opened the dryer door, bent over to get something from the washer, stood up and smacked my head into the dryer door. That hurt. A lot.

* Taking a page from News of the Weird's "No Longer Weird" category -- Leaving the Car Unlocked Overnight no longer warrants an entry. Unless my stuff (or my car) gets stolen.

* Each day, I find myself getting closer and closer to succumbing to the dreaded "unforgivable use of superfluous apostrophes when pluralizing a word"; e.g. show's vs. shows above, which I fortunately caught in Preview.

* In 2004, had exactly one entry in my paper diary. Considering that very little goes into this here journal, there's a lot I'm not capturing.

Then again, maybe that's not a bad thing.

Timeless

Right now is the gap time between the end of the 2004 calendar and just before the 2005 calendars get marked down 80 percent (I refuse to pay full price for cubicle calendars), so I'm down to using Netscape Calendar for now and hoping to keep my dates straight.

Another dateless wonder, so to speak.

I also forgot my watch this morning -- I took it off to wash some dishes, and neglected to put it back on.

Tongue Action

It must have started fairly recently, but lately I've noticed that when I'm concentrating on something, I stick my tongue out and bite down on it.

It looks really stupid.

Spammers Win

Okay, I give up. From now on, instead of "anything@joelogon.com" getting into my mailbox, there are only 6 magic words that will work. This is after I couldn't even open my inbox because it was so jammed full, after not checking my mail for 2 days.

I just hope I didn't forget anything important.

After my workout at the gym this morning (I went to see if I could remember how to do stuff. Like how to open my lock. Good thing I kept the combination sticker. It's practice for next week, when I join the New Year's resolution crowd. Shoulder still hurts but the close-grip variants should work okay.), I threw my towel into the trash, instead of the bin.

Things That Happen When I Let My Hair Go Long

* It takes much longer to shower. I actually have to blow-dry my hair
* I have to clean my glasses many more times per day
* Hair on the floor. Everywhere
* Most distressingly, I keep getting mistaken for a woman

Events Have Caught Up to Me

My domain is set up so that any mail sent to the domain forwards to my inbox. This used to be a good thing...until spammers started throwing the dictionary at us.

Unfortunately, I've used a bunch of different reply-to addresses (some of which I've lost track of), so that setting up rules to allow them would be a hassle. I suppose I'll have to try to clean things up.

Anyway, I'd had my SpamAssassin set to mark spam as deleted and move it to a junkmail folder, where I could review it before deleting it. (Not that I ever did.)

Sunday, I had over 20,000 messages in my junkmail folder. Every time I tried to expunge the folder, PINE crapped out. I ended up having to delete the folder.

Needles to say [sic], spam goes into the ether now.

Terminated?

I had a dream last night. It featured much of the principle cast of Terminator 2 & 3.

Details are hazy (as they are wont to be). I believe we had defeated whatever antagonists we were facing, and were setting upon the laborious task of labelling all the furniture for a tag sale.

Also, at one point, I distinctly remember giving the lovely Kristanna Loken (the female terminator from T-3) a hickey.

I rolled over, looked at the clock. It was noon.

I had forgot to set the alarm last night.

I didn't roll in to work until 1pm.