2004.04.25

Today would have been my father’s 54th birthday. It also would have been one of the few times this year I would think to call him. This year I can’t, and I won’t be able to ever again.

Don’t get me wrong, I do still talk to him from time to time, but it just isn’t the same as being able to actually hear his voice in response.

Edited on Apr 25th 2004, 16:14 by Hooloovoo

Just for Fun:

Start suggesting baby names First (and Middle)… I’d like to hear some ideas about what you’d name a child, especially if you have a reason why you like a particular name. Serious or silly – I’d like to hear them.

I’m not saying we’re going to use any of them, but I thought it’d be neat to hear what names you’ve always liked (or didn’t like), or what you’ve named your own children, and how you came up with the names.

For example:
Polly (Ester): Sounds like a synthetic fabric popular during the 70s (silly and mean – would never actually do that)
Helen: My grandmother’s name.
Issac (Oliver): My father suggested this for me (in jest) while I was still in the womb. He had his hand resting on my mother’s belly at the time, and I kicked him – just to be sure he know my thoughts on the matter.

Ready, set, go!

Happy Birthday to Me

What did I do for my 26th birthday? Woke up, opened presents, went to the doctor, went to work.

Sounds like an almost normal day. I’ll make sure I do something fun this weekend to celebrate.

Update: It got better.

My wife and I had made plans to go to dinner durring my “lunch” break. She picked me up at work and we went to a nearby restaurant. As it turns out, she and chutta had planned a bit of a surprise party. When we got there, I discovered that we already had a table, and that several of my friends (simpsone, frostedlexicarm, pookie, Eli, and a several non g-bloggers -allo if you’re reading.) some of whom I haven’t seen in too long. I only had an hour, before having to get back to work, but it was good seeing everyone.

And on the way out, we ran into a couple of people we know from Rocky. That was cool, too. Sometimes I miss those folks.

Sunday Jenny and I are going to La Fondue with my parents. Yummy.

Slightly more than an "I’m Still Here" post

But yes, I’m still here.

It seems I’ve been pre-approved for a car loan. The terms are crap, and I’m not in the market for a new car, but there was a useful bit of information in the mailer. Quoting it here, since it seems as good a plance as anywhere else, and better than some.

[Quote]
Information contained in your file at a credit reporting agency was used in connection with this offer for credit. You received this offer because you satisfied the criteria for credit worthiness under which you were selected. You may not receive this off if, after you respond to this offer, you do not meet the criteria used to select you or any applicable criteria bearing on your credit worthiness or you do not furnish any required collateral. You have the right to prohibit information contained in your file at a credit reporting agency from being used in connection with any consumer credit transaction that you do not initiate. You may do so by writing or calling:

  1. Experian Information Solutions Inc.
  2. P.O. Box 919
    Allen, TX 75013
    1.888.567.8688

  3. Equifax
  4. P.O. Box 470256
    Atlanta, GA 30374
    1.888.567.8688

  5. Trans Union, LLC
  6. P.O. Box 97328
    Jackson, MS 39288
    1.888.567.8688

  7. Direct Marketing Association
  8. Attn: Mail Preference Service
    P.O. Box 9008, Farmingdale, NY 11735

[Quote]

(bold highlighting added)

Yes, I noticed that the phone numbers are all the same, I haven’t called it yet to see where it really goes, and I suppose I should doupble check those addresses too. I’ll get around to updating this at some point. But if you are interested ion cutting back on at least some of your junk mail in the US, those would be a good place to start.

The first three are also a good place to obtain your credit report. Always a good idea to check that every couple of years at the very least. (Every 6mo. is what I’ve heard reccomended. I check mine once a year or so)

So there you have it; A slightly more than an “I’m Still Here” post.

Right then, what category do I stick this in? Blogging I guess…

still alive

but only just…

I’m tired. This has been a long week, and it’s barely 1/2 way done. Jury Duty n the morning and working at night can really wipe a person out.

Who knew seitting in a nice temperature-controlled room waiting to see if your name is called would be so tireing.

time to get back to work.

Still around

most of my online time is spent playing SWG as of late…

I still have some posts that I want to write regarding the recent AK trip. I STILL haven’t gotten around to it. I suck.

Hmmm – just so this isn’t a total waste, here’s something kinda funny:

I was cleaning out my spam box a few minutes ago – just skimming through making sure I didn’t get any false positives with my filters when I saw this name in the from field: Dixie Normous. Determining the most likely content of the message is left as an exercise for the reader. (If you don’t get why I thought the name was funny, read it out loud – not too loud if you’re at work, or in sme other public place. For additional fun, try saying the word “My” before reading the name.)

Heh.

Hi ho, Hi ho, back to the lab I go…

would rather be entertaining the folks in Anchorhead, or looking for a new holocron.

Weird Mood

I’m in Fairbanks, Alaska. I just found the computer “lab” (one machine, printer, and phone line) with free access for hotel guests. Yes, as usual, g-blog was the first site I came to.

We didn’t make it out to the oyster farm on this trip becuase of the wheather, so we spent two of the days we were to be out there in Anchorage instead, and then headed up to Fairbanks a day early. I’m still hoping my the aunt who lives on the farm can make it to Fairbanks this week, I’d like Jenny to meet her.

We spent yesterday at our other Aunt’s house going through dad’s personal effects. We made pretty good progress, but we still have several boxes of books and cookware to go through.

One of the things we came across was a suitcase filled woth pictures he had taken, or people had given to him. A lot of the photos are of people that we don’t know, friends he made after our parents got divoreced, both in CA and later in AK. Boogie (that would be my sister) seems to be bothered by the fact taht se doesn’t know any of the people in the photos, or maybe she’s just worried tatht a lot of them are going to be at the memorial on Saturday.

I’ve identified one of the locations (a bar in S.L. where a lot of the photos were taken. I’m thinking obout bringing them back with me to see if any of the people in them are still around, and if they would like to have the photos. I’m also thinking about bringing a lot of the AK pictures to the memorial to see if anyone there would like any. Boogie and I probably me mostly) are going to go though them and take out any family pictures before that.

In the box was also a lot of documents dealing with my parent’s divorce, strange reading through all that (as well as what look like notes from counselling sessions.)

We’ve spent most of the day at the hotel, and I’m getting kind of antsy to get back over to the house to go through more boxes, but a the same time I’m content to let Boogie drag her feet so we don’t have to go over there just yet.

There’s still a lot to do and I think someone is waiting for the computer, so I better get going.

Can’t sleep

I don’t really have anything else to say right now. My wife and I decided to go see Pirates in an attempt to get my mind of some of the things I’ve been thinking about for the last few days. I’m glad we went. I enjoyed the movie much more than I thought I would, and it did help keep me distracted for a couple of hours.

Now I’m just back to those thousands of things running through my head all at once. I’m exhausted. I really just want to get some rest, but sleep won’t come. Instead I just lay there watching the blinking red light on our caller ID box in the other room, with my head full of all these thoughts.

I’ve decided it might help get them out of my head (at least for a while) if I get them into a word document. I’ve made a start, but there’s not much structure to it, and what I’ve written so far is riddled with incomplete sentances and only marginally cohearant thoughts. The topics jump around widly and the individual trains of thought are hard to follow. At least what’s on the screen resembles my current state of mind.

I think I’ll end up posting some of this stuff, but I want to try to get it cleaned up and organized first. I can already see two or three entries at the very least jumbled together on my screen. There may be more, but I’ll really only know for sure once I get more out of my head and into the document.

Would someone please tell my internal monolouge to shut the hell up for a few hours so I can get some rest? That pesky little voice in my head isn’t listening to me, and I’m starting to get tired of listening to it.

Semi-Regular "I’m still here" Post.

Yep, I’m still here. Haven’t gone anywhere.

Things of note:
I think that job I alluded to in a previus entry has fallen through – havent’ heard anything from the company, and my contact isn’t returning my calls

As far as my old employer goes, I am no longer “Furloughed” – we have all been officially “let go”. (Still haven’t seen a final paycheck yet, probably won’t until September. And that’s being optomistic.)

We’ve also been informed that all of our medical benefits (including COBRA) will most likely be discontinued at the end of August. Bleh.

I’ve kinda sorta taken up photography. I’ve got about 6 rolls of film that I need to get developed – I hope a few of the pictures come out.

I’m enjoying SWG a great deal. Too bad I’ll have to cancel my account at the end of the month. :(

The content of hooloovoo.net will probably be replaced soon with a semi-professional portfolio site as I step up my job search efforts once again.

(The change mentioned above will not affect simpson.hooloovoo.net – or any other subdomain for that matter.)