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oh yeah? What number am I thinking?

In our last episode, you may have heard that it had been 50 days since I quit smoking, kicked the habit, butted out my last butt.

Well, today I bring you fabulous news.  I have been officially smoke-free for SIXTY-NINE days.

You might be tempted to say, “whoa”, as in Keanu Reeves’ grandiloquence in the Matrix trilogy, but you might also pay homage to one if his ill-begotten first round movie choices in Bill ‘n’ Ted’s Excellent Adventure.

I give you, my friends, WILD STALLIONS!

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Day 1 and 50 Days later

Today brings a double-whammy in the “Life of Joe” category.  After languishing in the realm of Post-Secondary-Degree-land, I’ve finally bitten the bullet and enrolled in a Post-Post-Secondary-Degree program.

In other words, I’m getting my Master’s.  I’m a freshly minted student in the Executive Master’s in Technology Management Program at the School of Engineering at Penn, also known as EMTM.  I’ll end up with an MSE, but since the program is co-sponsored by The Wharton School, there’s a decidedly business slant to the curriculum.

Case in point, my first two classes as said fresh-mint-student: Decision Models and Statistics.

I spend the last half of today going through Math Boot Camp.  I have to say, the Prof. was terrific, extremely engaging and personable, and surprisingly attuned to his audience of “haven’t done college match since…well…college” students.

I have to say, I came away with a better understanding of Derivatives and Integrals than I did with two semesters of Undergraduate Calculus!  Take that, Math Department!

So that’s the Day 1.  What’s with the Day 50 you ask?

Well, today also marks the 50th day since I decided to quit smoking; the 50th SMOKE-FREE Day!

And the crowd goes wild!

8 Random Things about Me

So, thanks to Kurtopia, Blankbaby, and Stellargirl, I have been tagged THREE times with this meme. I must respond to this opening salvo, apparently.

Here is the Meme’s Signature (think of it as a PGP signature…only more nefarious, and less cool.)

  1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
  2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
  3. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
  4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and that they should read your blog.

And now, 8 random facts about me:

  1. I have eight tattoos on my body (the most visible of which are on my left forearm). Every one of them has significant meaning to me, personally. I’ll tell you about them if you ask.
  2. I used to have my tongue, my nipples, and my lower-lip pierced.
  3. I have been in love once, and in limerence innumerably.
  4. Madonna was my muse in high school.
  5. I feel like I’m at my most creative when I’m supremely depressed.
  6. I am a cancer survivor.
  7. I had a terrible tendency to get violently angry when I was a teenager (I blame the hormones).
  8. The toilet paper roll has to be positioned such that the paper rolls off the front rather than from the back.

And now, I choose not to tag anyone else, for fear of Meme-tribution!

I killed a mouse, today.

We’ve got a little mouse problem. Well, not-so-little as they seem to be getting bigger and bigger as we take longer and longer to kill them.

Last week we trapped four of them on glue traps, but there was the one…the smart one…the big one…the motha’-fucka’ that just wouldn’t toe the line and put himself (or herself) on said traps and sacrifice himself for my peace of mind.

This morning…I was sitting on the shitter (I know, too much information)…and I watched as “The Big One” leaped off the bathroom sink and scurried under the door. First of all, I was really proud of myself because I didn’t squeal at the top of my lungs like a pre-teen girl (although if it had crawled on my feet or some such, falsetto wouldn’t begin to describe the sound you’d hear).

Second of all…THERE WAS ANOTHER ONE! I thought the first one was “The Big One”…this was “The Bigger One”! It didn’t leap off the bathroom sink like tBO. No…tBerO decided to just saunter across the sink, meander really, and plant himself between the backsplash and my toiletry bag.

Mistake for tBerO! I balled up my fist and **SMASHED** the toiletry bag, with its bar of soap, bottle of lotion, and … hey *that’s* where my comb went! … anyway smashed it ***SMASHED*** the toiletry bag against the backsplash.

I moved the bag away, and peeked right into the eyes of tBerO; I didn’t think it was dead at first, but of course, an alive tBerO wouldn’t be just hanging around watching me watching him.

All the commotion woke up Boyfriend, luckily, since now the adrenaline was starting to fade away, I couldn’t even be anywhere near the mouse carcass. And then the reality of the situation draped across me like a silk veil: I’M A MOUSE MURDERER!

Any minute now, Mouse Briscoe and Mouse McCoy were going to come after me on Mouse Law & Order and put me in front of a Mouse Judge where the Mouse A.D.A. was going to convince her that I was responsible for Mouse-Murder in the First Degree! And I’d get convicted, too, because a) I look like a Mouse Murderer and b) that A.D.A. is *really* good at her job.

On the flip side, Boyfriend is calling me his “Manly Mouse Hunter”. ***blush***

The Electronics Dude is here for you!

Back when Tam L. used to work for us, he and I would routinely hop outside to just shoot the shit about the latest technology news, the latest home theater products from the big CE manufacturers (that’s Consumer Electronics, y’all), and overall just general tech-geekery. I really miss those conversations, and, honestly, really miss Tam!

I can’t do much about getting Tam back to Philly, but I can open up my door to talking about Consumer Electronics! So, I hereby dub myself as the “Electronics Dude (trademark pending)”, willing and able to answer any and all of your questions about consumer electronics.

So, if you’re noodling the purchase of a new HDTV, a set of home-theater speakers, a home audio system, even furniture to put it on, give me a shout and I’ll walk you through the pros, the cons, the haves, the must-haves, the things you should be excited about, and the things you should stay away from. I won’t try to sell you anything, I won’t steer you towards a particular brand, I’ll just listen to what you want to do, answer your questions about the gear, and hey, even come by your place and set it up for you.

Yes…I’m just that crazy about this stuff.

Who’s first?

Weather Haiku

Overcast days three
In sequence, sire My blue air.
I yearn for Sunlight.

Fly! Eagles, Fly!

The Wildcard game was a wild one, indeed! Total nail-biter!

I didn’t really follow professional football growing up, although I did play football in high school. I started playing my Junior year, after a couple of the incoming Senior class recruited me into it, saying that I would be perfect (because of my size). I started out in the defensive line, at Nose Guard, and eventually ended up on the offensive line as starting Center. I ended my Senior Year season being selected to the Second-Team, All-Island!

The one thing about professional football that I remember fondly, is that we always got Superbowl Monday off … that’s right … Superbowl Monday. You see, Guam is 14 hours ahead of the East Coast, so when game time is 7pm on Sunday, it’s actually 9am on Monday on Guam. Cool huh?

I went to an all-boys Catholic High-School (for most of my high school career … long story), and by some strange coincidence, they always scheduled the first Teacher’s Record Day of the 3rd Quarter on the same day as the Super Bowl. The rumor was that since nearly half the student body would call out sick on Superbowl Monday, the administration might as well give the day, preemptively.

Anyway, I never really paid attention to pro-football except on those days, and never really understood what the hullabaloo was. After meeting Boyfriend, though, I can totally understand the allure! He is really into the Eagles, and game day has become a sort of family affair around the house.

Boyfriend and I had a few friends over to watch today’s Eagles v. NY Giants, in glorious HD with 5.1 surround sound. Ted is a looooong-time Eagles fan, and I’m a recent addition to the fold.

We had a half-dozen of our rugby friends over, all of whom are gay. I had to take Ethel out for her post-dinner walk, and I was contemplating how “mainstream” we were acting. I mean, we had home-made Spicy-Garlic chicken wings, warm Queso dipping sauce with Baked Tostito’s, chicken and cheese taquitos, Pear-flavored hard cider … and Coors Light.

From an outside observer’s perspective, we could have been just like any other neighborhood gameday party, with a bunch of the guys hanging around the big TV.

Until you have a closer listen to some of our conversations:

Oh my god!  Who is that guy with all the tattoos?  You know the blonde one…number 80? — That’s Shockey … he’s sooooo hot!

I’m so glad we don’t have to wear those super-tight uniform pants … no one would want to see *that* on the rugby field.

Eli Manning looks like he’s going to cry … I just want to hold him and tell him it’ll all be okay.

Jeff Garcia is *sooooo* gay!

We, on the other hand, are obviously *soooooo* butch!


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