March 17, 2006

  • Tell me...

    What is the point of having a keycode on a gym if you post a notice in the front door of what the keycode is? Bad thing is, anyone wanting to 'break in' could get in just by guessing the code, it's that simple.

    O.k., now, I know Go is not a big thing here in Kansas, but it is to some extent around the country. I wouldn't have thought finding a book would be that difficult from other states. One I asked for, no one had in the entire country and it's not that old. The second one, libraries in three states had. Eh? O.k. I'm going to infect the masses, you must all play Go! (heh - I wonder if this is how chess players feel only worse?)

    I had a rough night - did not get to sleep until almost eleven. (This is a big deal when you have to be up before six a.m. to start getting somewhat coherent for work.) Why is that when dogs have a change in their routine they want to mess up all over the floor? Even when you just took them outside not a minute before?

    Whose idea was it that it needed to snow in Kansas around Spring Break? That's just wrong. It's supposed to snow across the Spring Equinox. Well... umm... that should make ceremonies to celebrate the rebirth of spring quite interesting. I think I'll have to stay inside and play pretend.

    Why does every gym have at least one creepy jock guy that glares/stares at you as if he has x-ray vision or can read your mind? You know like how his glare gets worse when you think about punting his butt to the moon? Or worse, you've got the ones that look like you have no business getting on 'their' equipment. My favorites though are the women who think they know everything and compete with everyone. They're usually blonde and never sanitize the equipment after themselves.

    I'm sorry, you can take the writer to the gym, but you can't force the writer to stop people watching. (And classifying them according to their behaviors... lol.)

    I am wearing a green army camo top that my sister gave me, a green mardi gras bead necklace, and a green bracelet that I think I've had since childhood. Yep, it's St. Patrick's Day. Don't forget - don't want to hear that a friend got pinched. (Unless they asked for that happen which is, of course, none of my business so don't share... LOL.)