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| Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 |
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Actually, it's not true; I don't really get what I pay for in having a paid account with Livejournal; I just felt like I should post again, since it has been 10 weeks. Yikes, nice use of your blog, adj. I did have a really awesome Tuesday last. Krista is in the area, a dear friend from mmy college days, and she has her kids in tow. One of them, Crispin, joined us all for an evening of food and geekery. He is a fine young man who laughed at all my witticisms, so that is always a bonus for the new people I meet. And while I don't like the fact that people I knew when I was young now have kids (making me OLD), I must say that Crispin is a testament to good parenting; well done, K and B. I must say, I miss having Krista around; two Tuesdays ago, she came down for trivia night, and we got to grumble together over the health care debate; she's way more liberal than I, and I missed that kindred spirit. But I harbor no illusions; she and her husband are tied to NJ very solidly. It's best for their careers and their kids to stay in NJ. Let's face it, if you were a kid, would you want to pick up roots from all your friends to move two timezones away? :) Still, having Krista as a fixture of Tuesday night trivia would be nice. :) So, there, I blogged. I'll have to see if I can't do this more often. :) |
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| Monday, June 8th, 2009 |
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I figured that it was time to start paying attention to my LiveJournal again, since I am paying for it, and because it's a better mode of conveying my thoughts to fellow netizens without the constraints (and distractions) of Facebook. And what better way to re-blog than to cover the weekend that was. Friday was quite a bit of fun, as my friend Jared wrangled up a whole bunch of folks to go see The Hangover. The problem was that while a whole bunch of folks were wrangled, some of them didn't actually get to see it. The problem is that we went to see it at The Landmark, which offers free popcorn and soda with your ticket, and it also offers a moderately smaller venue as well. Thus, if a film is going to do well on opening night, you would do well to make sure that you get your ticket early. I did, as did a number of others, but at least four folks had to be left behind at the Qdoba, where we had a very nice dinner. Of course, I love Qdoba so much I would marry it, so any dinner I have there will be a nice one. The Hangover is a very funny film, though I didn't laugh as much as those around me. I guess I'm more restrained when I know that my laughter could step over dialogue, and that was a problem with this film; some of the jokes got laughter so big that you couldn't hear the following dialogue. Not a big problem, since there was still plenty of hilarity, but still, you might want to catch a matinee or somewhere where the speakers are up real loud. Afterward, we went two doors down to a coffeeshop, with the notion of hanging and having some nice conversation. Unfortunately, there was a jazz trio there that preempted that notion. And by "jazz trio," I mean "group of three kids, only one of whom was probably out of high school maybe." What's more, they were so loud that they precluded any sort of conversation, especially since the coffeeshop was rather small. My thought was that they should have been lower, since they were background music. Someone with me said that maybe they were the featured artist of the evening, but my thought was that unless the chairs are pointed directly at you, you're not the main event. They weren't, turn the darn speakers down. We left quickly, opting for a late dinner at Village Inn. Ironically, the jazz trio was coming in as we were leaving, and I had to resist the urge to stand by their table and letting the rather loud speaker of my mp3 player drown out their conversation. Saturday came next, as it is often want to do, and that was a gaming day. Once again I guided my group of players into a world of supers. They are the protectors of "Lakeport" which is an analog to Chicago, if you were curious, set in a world of my own creation. It's helping me flesh out my novel-writing, actually. The real rewards of the evening were two-fold. First, as the timeline of the game has them as Christmas, they all shared what they got each other as gifts. That was so neat that they put so much time into that! The second was when a big reveal came at the end. See, someone has been doing some experiments to amp up the powers of various villains they've seen before. They've been wondering who the heck has been doing it. So when they finally find one villain they've beaten to ask, they take the exact right approach in asking him for info. (YAY I have smart players!) The snitch, however, is so afraid of the evil genius that amped him that he would only use a telepathic link to relay the information, and even then he only wrote it down in his mind's eye, so he wouldn't even say his name aloud in his own mind. So I write it down and show it to the telepath. This level of caution, as well as the name in the reveal (a villain they've only ever heard about and have never met), freaks the player out so much that when he gets back to base, he's afraid to say the name out loud. Instead, that player rights the name down himself! Not the character...the player refused to say the name out loud! And when the rest of the team found out, they all heaved a collective "Oh crap." AWESOME! It was at the end of the night; I left to hit the head, came back a few minutes later, and they're STILL talking about it. They're putting together pieces, they're tracing back information that I've handed out before! It was SOOOOOO COOOOOOOL! Glee! Sunday was also rather interesting, but on a much different level. I sleep late on Sunday's, given that I usually watch the sun rise before I consider my Saturday done. So I was awoken (in the afternoon) by the sound of civil defense sirens. Knowing that this is not a test, I turn on the tube and it isn't long before I find out that there's a tornado warning on; a funnel has been spotted, and the areas of southeastern Denver and south-central Aurora are in the area. Oh hey, I live in southeastern Denver...hmm, that's not good. So I spent the tornado warning in my bathroom, the room with no windows, reading some Astro City graphic novels. And during that time, I'm hearing distant thunder...that never dies down. Hey, now I know what a tornado sounds like, or rather what a distant tornado sounds like, thank goodness. And I got to catch up on my Astro City. :) I also found that that vehicle registration renewal is very easy to do online, and I would recommend it to anyone; much easier than going to a DMV and waiting in line. And I capped the day with some sushi (salmon hosomaki rolls) with an Orange Crush to drink. I'm just so dang refined, I tells ya. So, now it's Monday, the sky is lightening, and I'm hitting the hay finally. How's that for a weekend? |
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| Wednesday, May 20th, 2009 |
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA |
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| Wednesday, April 15th, 2009 |
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So we've got Teabaggers saying "Taxes are bad!" ...while standing in public parks... ...under the protection of police... ...with fire departments nearby, just in case... Mmm, ironilicious! |
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| Monday, April 13th, 2009 |
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Roasted. Well, the fact that I get 100% of my paycheck came back to bite me on the butt this year. The perils of being self-employed (har har) is that there's a whole bunch of extra taxes on them that aren't like being a normal wage-slave. Oh well, such is life, life is such. |
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| Thursday, April 9th, 2009 |
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Why, what have you heard? |
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| Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 |
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Why? What have you heard? I'm not saying anything until I've spoken to my lawyer. |
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| Sunday, March 22nd, 2009 |
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I'm tempted to answer each and every one of these questions with a "Why? What have you heard?" Certainly better than my unequivocal "Yes" that I would give to this answer. |
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| Thursday, March 19th, 2009 |
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Ever get worked up about something to the point where you say "OH I'M GONNA SO BLOG THIS!" and then by the time you get finished with said blog entry, you realize "Wow, this is kinda lame, and not worth the Internet's time" and thus erase all of it and post a simple "ta-da" or the like? Ta-da! |
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Why? What have you heard? |
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| Sunday, March 15th, 2009 |
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I game with some folks every other week; I'm the GM of a supers campaign which everyone is enjoying quite a bit. Dinnertime, however, is quite a chore sometimes, as those of us who go out to eat (the people hosting stay in to feed their kids) are 4/5s conservative republican. I'm the 1/5 who isn't. Some of the stuff they unleash as "fact" I find I automatically try to correct, and it is pointless. Two of them listen to Rush Limbaugh, I know for sure, and one of them buys books by Ann Coulter and Bill O'Reilly. So, this evening was a lot of fun, interrupted by one of the most ANNOYING dinners ever. But I'll get over it, and only the good stuff shall remain. :) |
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| Thursday, March 5th, 2009 |
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In the space of a week, two of my closest friends have broken the news that they were either recently laid off or will be before the year is halfway done. Too many of my peeps have lost their jobs, and now I'm done with it. *clap clap* I demand that the universe fix itself so that all my friends are gainfully employed. Or, if that's not going to work out, they could win Powerball. Either is good by me. |
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| Friday, February 27th, 2009 |
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What does matter? The Rocky Mountain News, just a few months short of its sesquicentennial (look it up), prints its very last issue today. It started up just a few months after the start of Denver itself. And now it is no more. From what I understand, 250 people are now getting to look for work in a medium that needs to reinvent itself. I feel bad for them, and wish them well. And it's probably just as well that they never did write me back for writing a blog for them, way way back when. What doesn't matter? I'm looking at all the members of my graduating class in high school on Facebook, and it appears that I'm the only one who hasn't gotten married or had children. That too bums me out a little bit; it's as though I'm the only one who has remained in stasis for 20 years. But in the face of the end of a historic and storied news outlet in Denver, you can see how I really can't see that mattering that much. :) |
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Shortest Answer: It's a nickname for me. Short Answer: It's a nickname of a nickname of a nickname of a nickname Explanation: When I was a sophomore in high school, a senior decided that my original nickname of "A.J." was just too long. (Nice guy, by the way, John Lloyd, if I remember correctly.) So, he decided that my name needed to be one syllable, and it went to Adj (sounding like the first syllable of "adjective.") I resisted this at first, but then I realized that he wouldn't do it out of spite, so I just went with it, and it became my own. In the summer between my junior and senior years, another friend two years my senior (Anne Guzzo...I should start looking some of these people up) and others started up a little theater group to perform at the next Elizabethan Fair being put on at the University of Wyoming. We put on two pieces, one being a musical she wrote the music for, and the other was a children's play. In the latter, I played a king, and that's the most of the plot that I can remember. But one of my fellow actors (Ed Lawson; how do I remember these names?) started calling me King Adj. Upon the start of the new year, I was reading The Iliad for a class. (Actually, I think I was not reading it so much as I was glancing at it and coasting by on my natural ability to argue.) I mentioned that I was reading it to Anne (it was a notoriously hard class by a notoriously hard teacher, which she'd also taken when she was a senior), so when Ed comes by and says "Hey King Adj," she says "King Adjamemnon," a portmanteau of me and the famed Greek leader Agamemnon. And when I first heard Adjamemnon, I knew it was my nick forever and ever. So thanks to, in order, my mom, John, Ed, and Anne (via Mr. Augustin's Mythology class at LHS and Homer), I am Adjamemnon. |
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| Tuesday, February 24th, 2009 |
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Item one concerns a sudden and unexpected vacation I get next Monday and Tuesday off. This is not necessarily the best thing, as I don't get paid time off. But there's nothing to be done; the system I use for work is down for maintenance, and there's nothing to be done. Awwww. But hey, it's just two days, and I can use them to loaf, which I always enjoy. Item two concerns a commercial which annoys me I get two messages from this commercial: 1. "If you make less than $100K/year, you are inconsequential and should be shooed away as the nothing you are." 2. "If you make more than $100K/year, you are a giant ravenous monster more likely to destroy everyone in fiery doom than do anything good in this world." Frankly, I like one of these messages better than the other, though I presume such was not their intent. |
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| Monday, February 23rd, 2009 |
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Now that I'm connecting with more and more people on Facebook, the less I feel I can put in my "Adj is..." because, frankly, there's several people who don't need to know that much about me. So I guess I'll return to Livejournal for what it is for: Being overly dramatic with regards to my moods of Sehnsucht, a handy German word that I learned just recently. Friends...savor the anticipation. ;) |
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| Friday, February 20th, 2009 |
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I'm in my late 30s, and I'm not an adult yet. When I become one, I'll let you know. |
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| Thursday, February 19th, 2009 |
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Pay off my student loans. With the rest, I'd buy a cheeseburger. Maybe a shake too. |
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| Wednesday, February 18th, 2009 |
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I can't tell you. If I did, then the spirit animal would be offended, and I could never speak to it again. This is proven scientific fact, people; I can't believe I need to explain this. ;) |
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| Friday, February 13th, 2009 |
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Yes, but then I asked my doctor about Mythiax, a new once-a-month pill. Side effects include exploding toe, screaming jeebies and wet mouth. |
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LiveJournal for adjamemnon.
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accomplished.
hopeful.
annoyed.
disappointed.
okay.
nostalgic.
geeky.