Had good coffee.

I love being a father; I really do.  But I also love getting a coffee and shooting the shit with my pal.  Tonight I got to do both.  Even though it was hot, we enjoyed nice coffee standing around a NO LOITERING sign.  It was fantastic.  Charlotte had a short walk with Mama and got to hang out, since Mama worked very late last night.

I’ve had a rough couple of weeks at work (etc.), and I thought aloud tonight to the Mrs. that I would love a cigarette tonight but that I wouldn’t smoke one.  I did smoke in the past.  Not that far past.  The last time I smoked was June 2009 at a party, and I don’t, uh, remember smoking it very well.  So, to indulge my desire to smoke, I ask if I can light my pal’s cigarette (my brother seldom lets me, you punk!).  It’s fun.

I got a thousand bug bites on my feet and ankles.

And, in the weird light tonight, I noticed that I’m more tan than I’ve been since, well, my early teens.  At my age, that’s probably not the brightest idea.  But, well, whatever.

I am officially between pairs of glasses.  My ultra bullet-proof lenses cracked, from going in and out of the heat and AC this summer, I think.  Turns out that our improved health insurance means my glasses, whatever I want, are $25 (+$50 if I want Transition, and I do).  Awesome.  Only I don’t have time to go to the eye doctor this week or next or last week.  So I’m squinting a lot.

I’m officially finished my AmeriCorps time in two weeks.  My office becomes a library after tomorrow.  I think I might be off-campus the week after, my last week.  Bizarre.  I didn’t accomplish much this year, after a great year last year.  I think I might actually take my Dell Mini outside of my apartment, after owning it for almost six months.  That might be exciting.

I have been drinking more coffee than usual, being online less than usual and reading more than usual lately, though.  That is excellent.

I am in my underwear on my couch now, since Charlotte’s asleep, enjoying the AC and wet hair from a shower.

And now I will stop revealing things for the evening.

Netbooks, charging and chilling.


Being stuck inside from last weekend’s blizzard and staring down another one, it’s nice to have netbooks.  Mine has been a source of WORK that has kept me busy.  I took off Dell’s customised Ubuntu and installed the (much better, faster and prettier) Ubuntu Netbook Edition.  Not to mention transferring tons of music via my 4GB mp3 player. And, tonight, just when I thought I had done a good job putting an excellent selection of music on here from our desktop, I remember some bands I forgot but really feel like listening to. Doh.

New camera, someone else’s new computer.

I am at my family’s house in Hampden, in my old bedroom, on my Dad’s new computer.  (I’m seriously stealing this frikkin monitor when I go back home.)  After much drama, research and, well, bullshit, I have a new camera.  It’s sitting here in the tiny (and kinda over-priced) case I bought for it, charging.  Did three test black shots, and there was a weird spot in the first one.  I almost pooped.  But I took three.  And the others were fine.  Took two photos of the wife and put that baby on the charger like it told me to.  It’s tiny.  About the size of a deck of cards.  I can actually carry it around!  I didn’t check to make sure there’s no crap under the LCD, but that’s only happend to me twice (knock on wood), both with a Canon.  The same one that died twice on me.  Four of the same model (!).  And the other dead pixel one and my favorite old A60 which up and died totally, else I’d probably still use it.  With the luck I have with digital cameras, maybe I shouldn’t check?  (Kidding.)

I am going to my brother’s house for Christmas Eve, and I’m stoked that I will have a camera.  Enough eggnog in my baby brother, and I’d be a fool to miss it.

I should really post more candid photos of people on here and Flickr.  But I don’t take a whole lot.  I’m photo shy.  I used to sneak photos of people and call it a pretentious name (look it up with the search function!).

I can’t sleep and didn’t eat much for dinner because I’m pooping myself with excitement over Christmas.  I think being away from my apartment and job (and bike, poor thing) and seeing the presents I have for people is infecting me.  I wanna wrap and give and take pictures of people opening the awesome shit I got for them.

I went shopping with my Mom yesterday like I used to before I started my VISTA year.  People were nuts.  You know, proof of the existence of God might lie in the way that more people don’t either die or kill each other over the stupid things people do when they are lurking and speeding their metal cages around with them.

You might think it’s weird to spend one’s day off with one’s mother, but I don’t give a shit if anyone thinks that.  Hell, I like my parents a lot.  I have fun with them.  I feel badly for people who don’t enjoy their parents’ company, and that is at least half of the people I know.

Mrs. P. and I went shopping with my Dad tonight for a camera and other things.  When I was in college, my Dad and I used to go shopping just days before Christmas and do all of our purchasing.  I don’t think anyone really did online shopping back then.  When I was living away, Mrs. P. got to come along, which was supposed to be understood as an honor.  With the advent of online shopping and DOORBUSTERS, we’ve sorta fallen out of the tradition.  I was glad to revive it tonight, quite unexpectedly.

I have a little more shopping to do on the Avenue tomorrow, a half a block away.  And TONS of wrapping.

If you don’t hear from me before then, very happy holidays to you.  And to everyone else I love or hate.