feren: I AM THE MAN (Default)
Attention [livejournal.com profile] spoothbrush: I am formally requesting that you please stop appearing in my dreams. Mainly, I find it unsettling when you show up in my parents garden in the middle 10 acres of their farm to work on your syllabus/thesis. Worse yet, this leads to me finding a pull box full of fiber that I knew should not be on the property! So then I have to open the box and confirm what is going through there (fiber, duh).

And that was before we ended up moving to the back 20 acres to get away from.... something. At which point I answered your comment that it was a peaceful area with "Yeah, but sometimes in the winter when I'm riding the snowmobile over that hill I catch air and surprise the hell out of deer and rabbits." Which is true, but not really helpful and is rather orthogonal to the discussion at hand.

No, [livejournal.com profile] captain18, I didn't put any moves on your wife in my dream.
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-enthusiastic)
Oh man, Ozzy Osbourne has auditioned to be the new announcer for Anderson Cooper 360 on CNN. Here is the video clip where Anderson introduces him.

This is full of candy and win.
feren: I AM THE MAN (groat)
Shrinkwrapped Feren

I got shrink-wrapped yesterday. I always said I was an industrial accident waiting to happen.
feren: I AM THE MAN (Jack)
From a meeting "request" I got in e-mail about five minutes ago....

You are invited to attend Super Service training! Please note that these sessions are mandatory. Let your manager know that you will be attending class this day.

"Mandatory." I don't know about you, but to me that sort of defeats the concept of this being an "invitation," now doesn't it? Maybe people who hold hostages in bank robberies are just severely misunderstood -- they were inviting the bank teller to a mandatory opening of the bank's vault. Invited at gunpoint, but an invite none the less.

Or, as Hank would say, "Your choice... is fish."

I love how communications and memos inside this workplace continue to string words together that are never found in the wild associating with one another of their own free will.
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-gruntle)
Today's contribution:

No, my head is not like a Rorschach test!
feren: I AM THE MAN (Warp)
Feren: He's not Goliath, he's Corky. YAAAAAAY I'M A TORNADO YAAAAAAAY!

[livejournal.com profile] markvd, you aren't allowed to say a GODDAMN WORD at the office tomorrow.
feren: I AM THE MAN (doctor-ohnoes)
... because now the landscape around my place of employment has developed the habit of spontaneously igniting and threatening property. This is a somewhat amusing development and is certainly a new trick for this building -- I've been here for 7 years now and it's never done that before, not even during the absolute peak of summer.

Burn out the day
feren: I AM THE MAN (Technology makes me punchy)
From [livejournal.com profile] paul_ferguson_2 we receive news that the folks at SpamCop are blocking some GMail servers. As I am an avid GMail user, I find the prospect of being blocked from "myself" should I want to forward from a GMail account over to my personal server's account a bit upsetting.

This is reason number twenty-one that I don't trust DNS-based RBLs (Realtime Blackhole Lists) like SpamCop or SORBS to filter my incoming mail for me or any of the users of my system.

In other news, thanks to the folks up in Kenosha for hosting me yesterday. Thanks especially to [livejournal.com profile] wolfbrotherjoe for packing me full of tasty BBQ food, but it was also awesome to hang out with [livejournal.com profile] donaldson, [livejournal.com profile] angrymeat, [livejournal.com profile] brianblackberry, [livejournal.com profile] sylverfox, [livejournal.com profile] mistletoe and [livejournal.com profile] tremaine. After seeing Dead Leaves on Saturday night I'm not sure I'll be able to look at Sailor Moon in the same light now that I know the same group of animators made both of those products. It's pretty indescribable. It makes me feel dirty on the inside knowing that. But hey, after 8 seasons of the Sailors I would probably go crazy too...

Saturday night, after enjoying Transporter 2 and Dead Leaves I dropped over to the Casa De Cheefennec and spent some time harassing [livejournal.com profile] roho, [livejournal.com profile] genet, [livejournal.com profile] duncandahusky, [livejournal.com profile] takaza and [livejournal.com profile] linnaeus. I ended up crashing there, doing some couch surfing in the basement. I have no complaints about the couch's pull-out bed, though for whatever reason my neck decided to manifest its intense hatred for All Things Pillow last night (maybe that's why I haven't been sleeping well these last few months. Or maybe not, I dunno). What I do know is that this morning we did Vegas for brunch and were joined by [livejournal.com profile] datahawk. I of course surrendered to my Vegas Skillet masters. After the meal we killed a few hours playing games on my Sony PSP and the multitude of Nintendo DS units that were brought -- it seems Linnaeus has also sold his soul to the DS, which brings the number of owners in my immediate circle to something like five if I include myself. I may have converted Takaza and Data over to the PSP thanks to the Lumines cult. Time shall tell on that, but I had to leave not long after we ate so I could head home and get over to Lisle Lanes for bowling league. Disappointingly enough, I thought my team had our first series sweep in a 10 week history, but I may have jumped the gun on that one -- there was a fellow on the opposing team who was a substitute bowler, so we don't know what his handicap was. That unknown handicap may ultimately prove our undoing for one or more games.

Final analysis: Had fun, ate too much, saw cool people, hung out. This weekend rocked -- and it had no snowstorms!

It's never gonna be the same without you
feren: I AM THE MAN (koz)
My water bill arrived last night, and I just opened it. The total isn't what scares me, oh no. What I really want to know is how the hell I managed to use 2,000 gallons in the span of 42 days! I mean, yes... I do enjoy taking long, hot showers but I can't account for forty-seven gallons per day with that!

All I can say to that is "wow."


Feb. 12th, 2004 06:26 pm
feren: I AM THE MAN (koz)
The vet's records said my cat's name was "Olsen" and my surname was "Ra."

Quite novel if you ask me.


Feb. 8th, 2004 08:23 pm
feren: I AM THE MAN (drunky)
In my last entry I said I spent the morning "lazing about the apartment" after cleaning up Ra's harf. I meant to say I was lazing about the house. I'm still in the habit of typing "apartment" when I talk about my living quarters.

Old habits die hard!


Jan. 15th, 2004 08:39 am
feren: I AM THE MAN (Leary)
I don't think that it's ever good when there is some level of disagreement about the actual name of the street your house is on. My official lot survey from the city says it's one thing, most of the utilities companies have barfed on that name and only seem content with the other one (which is in reality only a tiny bit different, but apparently just different enough to monkey up the works).


Work is eerily quiet this morning -- it's 0800 hours and there's almost nobody here in the office. If I didn't know better I would say that somebody forgot to tell me about a company holiday. Maybe everyone caught a version of this low-grade flu bug I seem to be suffering from?

At this point I'd like to solicit some advice from everyone who takes the time to read my journal. The house needs a name! When [livejournal.com profile] captain18 was still living in Illinois his place was "Chez Cap," if I recall right. [livejournal.com profile] chebutykin has the "Arkham Asylum." I have no name for my place of residence, so now's your chance to help name it! Help a not-very-creative guy out, and comment with your suggestion.

How long we gotta wait until we get the keys


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