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In a month our wedding invitations will be mailed out. With all the anthrax talk going on lately I feel bad dropping 150+ invites in the mail. I hope people just don’t throw them away.

When we bought stamps last weekend we went to a Cub Foods customer counter and kindly asked for 300 stamps. The lady laughed at us. Literally. When she realized we weren’t kidding the smile from her face slid off her chin and she said, “You do realize it’ll be over a 100 dollars?!” $0.34 x 300 =$102.00. Yes, I’m quite aware of that. Give me the damn stamps.

My anthrax paranoia levels are rising. It has everything to do with the media and our government.

Things I need:
1. A 4-port KVM for my computers.
2. Shrek, due Friday.

3. A smaller appetite.
4. Two more ibuprofen.
5. A newer computer.
6. Wedding party gifts.



While we bought stamps this past weekend we also applied for our passports and marriage license. Before going to the licensing bureau Courtney made a wise decision to locate our birth certificates which we assumed we would need to either get out of the country or get married. I had misplaced mine for a short while. 30 minutes of searching turned it up in my filing cabinet under “Medical Info.” At one time it was filed under, “Birth Certificate.” I have no idea why I moved it. So off to the government building we went. After waiting forever (it really was forever. I checked the clock) we spent 30 more minutes filling out forms. Upon completion of forms the lady asked for our birth certificates for our passport appilications. She then told us our original birth certificates had to be mailed in with the application and we would get it back with our passports. The only record that I ever was born is now in some federal government building being contaminated with anthrax and will be returned to me through our fail-safe federal mail system. I hope the government learns something from all of this.

Seriously, our lives could be made much simpler if the internet was used for what it’s built for. Did you know that state licensing databases are not connected? Why the hell do I need a national ID card? I have enough cards as it is. Social Security card, driver’s license. Don’t any of these systems talk to each other? Get with it, U.S.

I firmly believe that I have inherited my mother’s bad luck with anything that falls under my caretaking. With the arrival of Courtney in my life though, I’ve been able to discover my green thumb. I’ve been able to keep a guinea pig alive. I have a thriving bamboo tree. Well it all came to a grinding halt on Sunday when we brought two fish home from her parents house. Courtney’s parents have a pond that that stock with gold fish over the summer. Typically in the winter they just let the fish “hibernate” and then scoop out the dead carcasses in the spring. This fall the decided to do the humane thing and try to save the fish. We gladly offered to take a few of them home with us. So we went out and got the fish tank and filter and rocks and all the goodies. We got the fish home, filled the tank with the wonderful Minnapolis city water and dumped the fish in. As quickly as you could bat an eye the two we had started swimming sideways and resting at the bottom of the tank. Courtney’s concern for their life began to grow while I reassured her the fish would be okay. 20 minutes later it was quite apparent that these fish were not going to make it. Courtney quickly rushed to the store and picked up some distilled water and the fish slept in the milk jug of water over night. This morning we had to bury one of the fish but we did manage to save the other one.

Now before you go jumping down my throat about how to properly care for a fish let me remind you that I’ve successfully had many fish tanks in my life. I know that tap water needs to sit for 24 hours for it to distill. We had the distiller solution which we added to the water. I am certain though, that the screwed up pH balance in the Minneapolis water was the murderer of these fish. We had everything in place.

Nonetheless it was sad to flush a fish down the toilet this morning. It’s not a good way to start off a week.

Yet another great keyword search that computerjargon.com is associated with:

picture of my ass

Boy I would love to meet the person who found my site looking for his own ass. I guarantee he found some ass, just not his own.

Let’s get one thing straight, Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace is not a great movie. It took me a couple of months to admit it but I finally got over it in late ‘99. So when the VHS was released last year about this time I didn’t run out to get it but I did reluctantly pick it up because in the end I’m still a Star Wars fan. This week I got my grubby hands on the 2-disc DVD set recently released. And boy, does a DVD make a difference. I still can’t overlook the horrid acting of Jake Lloyd or the shortcomings of Jar-Jar Binks. But what the DVD brings to the table is a second disc filled with behind-the-scenes film and tidbit secrets from the filming. You get to see when Lucas makes the mistake of hiring Jake Lloyd and all his lackys kissing his ass for making a great decision. You get to see Ewan McGregor (one of my personal favorite actors) chop all his hair off and bitch about his light sabre in a scottish accent. All in all, I would have to say all the extras in the 2-disc set make up for the shitty movie. This DVD is a must-have for any collector.

I installed some logging software last week to watch my traffic numbers. I was surprised to find out that the second most used keyword entered in search engines to locate computerjargon.com is humping. I tried google but couldn’t find computerjargon.com under humping.

I’m too excited to get the day going that I can’t sleep right now. I’ve been to every possible internet site in a half hour and have resorted back to the last thing I could think of to do on my computer, write in my journal.

Hmmmm. Life. Life is starting to come together again. Things are starting to feel like they are falling into place. I need a neat and orderly life. Otherwise I start to get all edgy and irritated. Today/tonight Courtney and I are attending a high school friend’s wedding. You can bet that we’ll be watching how it’s done to get pointers for ours in January.

I ran into an old co-worker from IBS at my new job. We got to talking about weddings. He lamented about all the troubles he’s going through. I could relate. Then he told me that he’s getting married in JUNE. JUNE?! he’s got practically another year to get his shit together! I gotta get my shit together in 2 months! I don’t have good shit! I can’t get it together! Who am I fooling! Ssssh. No one tell Court. Maybe she won’t notice.

For only today, I’m the top submitted application at c-sharpcorner.com. It doesn’t mean much. Just that I was the only one who submitted an application today.

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Oh happy days! I’ve finally gotten off my lazy butt and released some code. I’ve babystepped out into the world of open source and .NET all with one swoop. I spent about a month working in this tiny little application that helps me manage my MP3 collection. I figured hell, someone else will probably find it useful too, right? I’ve been meaning to post all my code for quite some time but I’ve never taken the time to do it. But now, NOW I can finally say that I’m giving back to the community which has taught me so much.

I’m convinced I have anthrax. I’ve started freaking out, washing my hands constantly. I’m refusing to check my mail.

This weekend Courtney and I went out and bought a PSOne Playstation. What’s that you say? No, I didn’t go get a big fancy Playstation 2. Nor am I waiting for an Xbox. We needed something that was cheap and fun. Well, nothing’s ever cheap with me. So to make up for it being an older system I’ve started buying up all the games I can, as long as they are quality games. If you have any you want to sell, lemme know.

It’s been three weeks at the new job. All is going quite well. I don’t have to fear for my job anymore. It’s been a great load off of my mind.

We ended up rebooking our honeymoon to a resort in Jamiaca (sp?). Yeah, yeah, I know it’s the armpit of the Carribean but a resort will do us just fine.

Is it better to be yet another statistic or go out with a bang? Lately I’ve been a statistic. It took me until today to realize it. I don’t know if I like being a statistic.

This weekend I traveled with my parents to visit my sick cousin in La Crosse. He’s an 8 year old kid who doesn’t deserve to be in pain. It’s a shame someone has decided that he should be the one who is sick. I’d give anything for it to be me and not him. It did help me re-evaluate my life and realize I better start living for more than just a 9-to-5 job. I better start appreciating what’s around me every single concious moment of the day because one day it may all disappear.