Ramble (i was born a ramblin' man)

Welcome to my page of rambles. Here you'll find a (hopefully) weekly updated page that's just my thoughts on a random subject. I also have an archive of past rambles, so you can see my thoughts from days gone by.

Prolificity 101
22 May 1998

Oh my God, what's going on? Two rambles, only 10 days apart? Can you tell my supervisor's gone away? Anyhow, I've got somewhere between 8 and 38 minutes before Mike e-mails me asking if I want to leave. I'll make this one a true ramble, especially since I can't think of much to say at the moment.
I'm still working with that buggered-up keyboard. There's gotta be some option to change it. I'm just too lazy to try to find it.
The other day I (along with Jane [you don't know Jane, I don't think. She's cool. {Don't you love it when people put brace inside of square bracket inside of parenthesis? Totally screws up the flow of the sentence, doesn't it?}]) went down to the Harbour Festival to see a couple of bands. There were some street performers there, one magician (who was quite good, but could use a little work on his crowd skills -- insulting people isn't really the way to go) and a juggler/unicyclist. The last guy was great. I'm glad he didn't pull me out of the crowd, though. If he'd've wanted me out there, I swear I would've bolted. Either that or demanded a cut of the take. He got a fair bit, I'd say. Especially the ten bucks one lady gave him. Not too shabby.
8 minutes gone. Mike, where are you?
I can't think of anything right now, so I'll wow you with another "animal attacks" story. So here I am sitting here one day, window open, enjoying the fresh air, when the aforementioned Jane calls (hey, I said she was cool, right? Well she is.). Talk a bit, deer walks up the hill outside my office. Cool. I e-mail Mike (same Mike -- and I'm still on the phone -- how's that for multitasking?) telling him to come up to see the deer. He does, and goes back down. I'm still on the phone when out of the blue this hideous beast with wings six feet across if they were an inch comes flying towards me. I knew I was in trouble when I saw the vapour trail behind it. I quickly took evasive maneuvers. It got distracted by the window somehow (maybe it was that anti-radar coating...) and slammed into it at full speed, where it continued to try to force its way through the glass, to no avail. I laughed a maniacal laugh. Oh, the phone. Forgot about that.
No Mike yet. I think I'll send him something.
That one wasn't nearly as good as the cockroach one. I'm losing my touch, I think. I just haven't had enough time to think up a good spontaneous ramble. You see, the cockroach one (the pinnacle of my rambles, I do believe) came when I was still living in Hawaii with no TV, and only books and Mike (yes, the same Mike) to amuse me. Needless to say my imagination wasn't underworked. Gave me plenty of time to think about all sorts of things. Now that I'm back in Victoria I'm busier than before. I can't really think all too well, especially coming off a rather disasterous term at school (I averaged a low B+, my lowest GPA in about 4 terms). I think physics tends to do that to me. Now that I'm working again, my brain should start to rebuild. Goodness knows it'll have time to recharge. I won't be using it much. Federal government, y'know.
What is the name of that song? "The Way"?
What a completely unergonomic office. An uncomfortable chair, a monitor that's too dark, a desk that's too high, and all of it facing the window so that in the afternoon I can't see anything. I should take Caroline's computer over...
Bah, I'm getting tired of waiting for Mike. Time to leave.

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