Tri-State Tales Tinged by Patis

I wish there was something witty to say, or an interesting thing that I saw, or a significant event that happened today.

There is none, and in hind sight, I guess that is (channeling the voice of Martha Stewart) not necessarily a bad thing.

So there.

Oh by the way, is anybody out there reading this? For some reason, my profile views are jumping up each time I log on; I am hoping that people are actually taking the time to read my work here on friendster blog-land.

It would be nice if I was able to get some feedback from you guys: you like it, or hate it, helpful (and hopefully not so nasty) critiques of the stuff I put out there. They are all welcome!

I think I am not bad in the stuff I make, but really: was there ever a doubt ?

Ha-ha. Just kidding, guys. But I am serious about the comments. I can not improve my craft if I do not know what I am doing wrong.  Let ‘em fly! I promise no violence or retaliation will occur. * Grins *

So here then away the weekend went; I spent most of it on my back snoozing and trying to kill this bug or whatever the hell is this thing that knocked me for a loop. With tommorow there has been five whole days since I worked … hopefully I still know how. Heh.

Funky antibiotics from the doc seem to be helping.

It is also the first time I am using Benadryl … whoooo ! Relying on chemicals to be able to sleep is such a cool East Coast thing I should have done earlier! (* There wa sarcasm there, just in case you missed it.* )

I was playing a spot of Diablo II again (darn it, after being clean for 5 months!) so my PC decides that my sound card drivers are bad and crashes.

Twice.

So off to microsoft support I go, tells me to patch my drivers. That was done, easy enough, but to my shock and horror … there was no sound pumping out.

Twenty frantic and frenzied panicking minutes later I was able to restore my sound drivers, and all is well.

That is what you get when you stick your nose in something that you think you can do.

Computer Skills stat check: Noob ++

So here I am bored beyond relief waiting for my MD to have time to see me.

It is true how you never appreciate certain things, the ability to talk one of them, until you lose it.

My sleeping and speaking has been hurting; took the day off from work and will check with the PCP why I am having pain speaking & swallowing.

Being in this condition sucks. Mightily.

B

Consie, like it still should be news to me, pulled the wool over my eyes last week, and threw a surprise party for me.

This is not that unique an event, I know, but you got to see it my from my point of view; I consider myself as having a +3 bonus to Social Perception skills (says so right here in my character stat sheet) and that means I must have detected these shenanigans as they were developing.

Dammit, I got to reroll that statistic.

Anyways, it was mucho fun, as people whom I love already (Faith, Az, Ian and Mommy Dynes) were there as I thought they would be; the sucker punch that Consie gave was having my co-workers come and be invited … with me none the wiser.

You know that moment in The Sixth Sense, when the big twist regarding the main character was revealed and everything went flashing back real quick just to taunt you that you missed the clues? Weeeellll I got:

Consie

• buying inordinate amounts of junk food that she knows I am trying to avoid.
• just nodding nicely, as loving wives are wont to do, when I was having the birthday-getting-older-blues

Aggie & Peggy (co workers)

• huddling and whispering together ( I surmised I messed up at work and they were talking about me)

Faith

• calling me and asking "Maybe I will see you tonight or tommorow Benj, I just got home from work"

Sheila

• her sing song " I dont want chocolate Kuya Benj " though no chocolate was in sight in the clinic that day
• Edgar being there, and them being " out on a date " that night
• forgetting a box, last minute from the lounge (turned out to be my birthday cake)

and my number one gripe; the person I trust so much and whose company I value the most deep in the trenches of corporate PT-land:

Celes

• being unusually slow with paper work
• her so tense and quiet
• suddenly needed gas to drive to my place ( Ten minutes away! At quarter tank gas!)
• needing to buy … um, feminine products (but no cramps that day!)

It was a blast, and I was beaming that entire day and night in the company of the people who make my life interesting. Thank you all, for making my day to day experience richer by being in it, and more so sharing my birthday.

Very special thanks tothe Lord for all my blessings, especially you, Consie, for leading the charge, as usual, and just for being my girl.

I love you, you unpredictable, silly monkey.

Benj

that you know all the answers, oh sure, they go and change the questions.

Consie did one hell of a job with giving me a surprise party this year; I am still beaming with joy at seeing all these people that mean a lot to me.

As soon as I am able to recover mentally from the mind boggling concept/conceit of mine that " oh they can never pull a surprise on me " that was torn down and set on fire this week … I shall blog then.

Today was not a good day to be in NY & NJ.

The weather dropped rain, then snow, then slush, some more rain, then froze that crap into slippery icy gunk, the better to cause more misery & accidents with.

We got home ok, but poor Consie took five hours (!) to get home from work.

The real fn crazy thing was since the slushy gunk was half solid, a lot of road cleaner & salt crews were not deployed, because it was less than two inches of slush.

Never mind that those two inches caused much havoc, mishaps, and unhappiness.

How these fn geniuses draw a salaryfrom my paid taxes is beyond me.

My poor wife is so dead tired from the stop & go driving. She is out like a light besides me.

Hay naku, buhay east coast. Walang katulad.

B

There was a classmate of mine in high school … no, was not interested romantically, if that is where your thinking is headed. (Silly reader!) I remember her because she was one of the sweet hearts of our class … the smiling, angelic faced girl who never seemed to be in any fights and always was polite to all. She was a great classmate to have, and I always compare her to all the nice, sweet persons I ever get to be acquainted with.

So imagine my shock when I start reading some stuff she made that had a lot of " fucking" and "punyeta" and what-not stories of very un-angelic, un-polite and definitely un-friendly stuff that is going on in her life.

Haha.

Silly me: the classmate I knew was someone from eleven years ago; much has changed since then.

She still is cool though, but it does reinforce a observation of mine.

How you remember someone or something with fondness has absolutely no bearing in comparing to the here and now.

Just another half-conscious thought I wanted to put to print before forgetfulness or good sense makes me not do so.

B

I am entering this log from my phone, and if this works, everybody I meet and see becomes fair game for my blog.

Crap, yahoo attaches funny crap after each email. I might have to rethink this moblog thing.

I am currently engrossed with Final Fantasy 1 & 2 on the GBA, so any free time I might have had before has just officially been booked up for the next, say ….. three months.

While I am enjoying this bit of retro gaming pleasure, I shall also give props to the missus who was kind enough to give me the cartridge. Even though she stands to be really annoyed with me and will want to set the GBA on fire if I do not cease & desist from gaming when she is around … she still gives it to me anyway.

Darn, I am so lucky.