I still feel like crap… and the upteen number of pills I have to take ain’t helping either.
I have so many opinions to blog about but I’m just not able to sit behind the computer for any length of time, so bare with me until I can get back on my feet.
Maybe I’ll be able to get today’s Friday Five before I start going argh-pewie.
And for those of you who are wondering how in frell I can be blogging with no internet connect, I’m in the computer lab of my local university. Don’t worry, I’m on my way back home soon and put myself back into bed.
Just a quick note that I will be and have been out all week due to a severe sinus and ear infection, so severe that I can’t move my mouth very much. I’ll be back sometime next week. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.
Koodles!
My many apologies for not posting the last two days. I’ve sick and swamped. In fact, I’m still sick and swamped, but I think I can function now. Swamped, you ask? Yeah, I’ve this project that is kicking my arse at the moment, a project that involves modifying someone else’s code… code that was wrong to begin with but no one noticed that is was WRONG.
For you non-IT people, that is just ARGH! And it has all of this cryptic procedures that can only be accessed by knowing the header file (the program is in C++).
And trying to do while you are sick is even worse.
Yes, I could have stayed home and just worried my self into a coma, but I couldn’t let this slide since the deadline is pressing (it was like last week, but I could work on it last week because of server problems).
ARGH!
I did offer in the beginning to just write a simpler program that does the same thing in much simpler fashion with easier to modify code and some freakin’ comments. But we have to use what they (the vendor) gives us.
Yes, the life of a programmer is sure glamorous.
It seems that the ear infection (yes, I do get a lot of those) is hitting me particularly hard today so I will not be working today as it is very diffucult… uhm difficult to think with pain… pain shooting… shooting through my skull. Don’t worry, I was prescribed pain medication which makes me really happy and not real coherent and really, really sleepy.
I’ll be back later with… something I guess.
Really, really sleepy.
I could use some of his super ability to fight off infections and virii right now. Why does summer flu have to be so… so… so freakin’ hard on a body. Sneezin’ and wheezin’ the calliope crashed to the ground.
Yes, I know “Blinded By The Light” is a song about illegal drag racing and sex. Don’t believe me? Here are the original lyrics as written by Bruce Springsteen (yes, Bruce wrote it)…
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feelin’ kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin’ for the hot spot snappin’ his fingers clappin’ his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover’s knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-menot whispers daddy’s within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she’ll make it alright
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says: “Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that’s where they expect it least”
And some new-mown chaperone was standin’ in the corner all alone watchin’ the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin’ with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance
Yeah he was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
He got down but she never got tight, but he’s gonna make it tonight
Some silicone sister with her manager’s mister told me I got what it takes
She said I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong if you play that song with the funky break
And go-cart Mozart was checkin’ out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin’ backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,
he said, do what you like, but don’t do it here
Well I jumped up, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked wich was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until right, and then boy you’re on your own
And now in Zanzibar a shootin’ star was ridin’ in a side car hummin’ a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we’re gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon
And some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but he’d figured he’d be all right
He was just blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that’s where the fun is
Now Manfred Mann’s version…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Madman drummers bummers,
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his
at
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said “I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong,
play the song with the funky break”
And go-cart Mozart was checkin’ out the weather chart to see if it
as safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I
needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tired
She’s gonna make it through the night
She’s gonna make it through the night
But mama, that’s where the fun is
But mama, that’s where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye’s of the sun
But mama, that’s where the fun is
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the past
Says, “Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it’s funny bone,
that’s where they expect it least”
And some new-mown chaperone was standin’ in the corner,
watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin’ with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy’s within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said “I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong”
It’s called creative license… but it is still about drag racing and sex.
I have been told that you can’t really catch a cold from being out in the rain, but it sure as hell feels like it.
Okay, it is not a cold. It is just allergies brought on by the increase in mold spores and pollen due to greater volume of water in the area. I can see why people with sinus problems move to the desert.
If you are so inclined, you can visit Just One Bite and see the carnage I have left with on this nice woman’s site.
On the other hand, if you are visiting from Just One Bite, then welcome and I apologize for my health. It is just one of those things. If you are here to complain or such, the contact information is at the right.
I’ll be back later, don’t worry about me.
This is one day when I should have stayed in bed. I woke up not feeling my best with sneezing and coughing but well enough to do some yard work.
i’m just a working away, trimming the bushes, when I have an asthma attack! I haven’t had an asthma attack in years. Of course I have no medicine so I just stop and hope that it pass. It wasn’t a bad attack, but one that let me know I still have asthma. So I figure I should clean up, take a shower, and go feed the kids.
Showered and kids in the car, I head out to get some gas. I get out of the car to pump the gas and the joint between my leg and hip starts hurting. I can’t put any weight on my left leg but I hobble along.
Car gassed, we head to the store for some twelve packs of Coca-Cola. No paint in my leg as I was driving, but boy the minute I get out it is back with a vengence. So I hobble along with the cokes and we go after some lunch. Go through the drive thru with no problems. Made it home with no pain. Got out of the car, and you guessed it.
So I think I’m going to be a bit more sedentary for the rest of the day.
Got this ear, noise, and throat problem today, but it is the meds that are slowing me down. Don’t look like I’ll be running on all cylinders tomorrow either. At least the medication will be over by then and I should be back on track Thursday.
Now if there is anyone out there in California the Bay Area or in San Diego who needs a cool, talented, and intelligent young lady with experience in running an office and working web magic, my friend Gnome-Girl is on the lookout for a future position. She is a real people person with loads of experience. Not looking for an office guru but a bartender instead, well she can do that too. Just be careful of her Jello shots, I hear they are very popular.
Must remember to do the search referrals tomorrow. Got some really weird ones this time.
Never let your co-workers see you when you are down. I know I’m not my usual jovial self today. I don’t know if it is from illness (my ears are giving me problems) or just down right depression, but I have been in a funk all day and it seems to be just getting worse. Even a co-worker (the sweet person she is) said I looked down in the dumps, like I was on the verge of bawlin’ (Whoa here, macho guys do not bawl… we just get dirt in our eyes). Yeah, I’m one of those touchy-feely guys, so sue me. And I don’t think a pint of chocolate ice cream is going to fix this one. Maybe I should take the kids out shopping. Why the heck am I telling you all this! Oh yeah, I’m a touchy-feely guy, forgot there for a moment. God! I hope this doesn’t get any worse. And you in the back, quit complaining about how mushy this post is!
No! Not again!
I am sick again! Not much I can do but suffer. Nothing worse than being in dial-up hell than being sick in dial-up hell.
I miss work.
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