New Delli - New Resolve
August 11, 2008
Filed under:The Number Nine
Finally got the new laptop in my hot little hand… um… lap? After the cat fried the one and me and the boy took turns dropping the other, much older, Dell, I finally got something completely pimptastic and awesome. Another in the line of my sure-to-one-day-get-crunched laptops, I’m writing this on New Delli, which was christened by Wife amid much giggling.
The main culprit in bringing about this laptop-induced joy is growing healthier and naughtier by the day…
She attacks my toes and doesn’t seem afraid of my steel-cap boots either. This cat is awesome, and I can’t believe that I just said that as I never thought that such words would ever fall from my mout… uh, keyboard.
So new laptop, and I’ve basically spent the last month or so catching up on all the work I wasn’t doing (or couldn’t do) from the other craptop. Now I’m back in action and things are picking up again. After I met with one client about their piece-o’-crap site and told them that they should get one from yet another client, I was told that if I did indeed sell them a website, I’d get a fat commission. An hour-and-a-half meeting for just under $500 bucks? I’ll take it, and may just ditch this whole SEO game. Heh.
So how are things here? At the risk of sounding like my brother, who gives the same reply every single time I query his happenings during our yearly birthday phone call*,”Same old, same old.”
*My birthday is at the beginning of September and his is the beginning of October. I’ve found that if I call him a few weeks after mine, I can not only give him early birthday wishes but also lay some guilt on about how he’s forgotten mine. Two Birds!
Work is going well enough that I’m actually going into some of my client’s offices and getting some contractor hours in their environments. While I dig the work-at-home gig, it is nice to just sit and work and not be distracted by anything else. It’s also nice making a guaranteed $50/hr for stuff that tends to be a piece of cake for me. Go Hired Gun!
Kids, school, crazy baby. The older two are a-rockin’ at school, despite the fact that they seem to catch every single ailment around, and tend to be good children to have around the home. Meaning, they still occasionally ask if they can do dishes. Seriously, how awesome is that?
The toddlecurl just gets funnier and funnier and I can’t say enough about the wonderful ways you can amuse yourself when you’ve got a child that loves to wear things. She usually finds random bits of string or thread and throws them over her shoulders, prancing around and going “Ooooh-ooooh!” to entice you into complimenting her. As long as it sounds like you’re impressed, you can do this:
And she eats it up. As long as you tell her how pretty she is, you could probably put a live animal on her head. It’s awesome.
Clever thing found some of my arm armour in my office and figured out where it goes. While it may not fit to tell her how pretty armour is, neither does a cereal box really, and I figure I can get away with it.
Speaking of my armour and terribly geektastic news. Now that I’ve been cleared to fight in alternative weapons and run around without all of the protecty-don’t-hurt-yourself stuff like a helmet and gloves, I get to do some really cool stuff at my reenactment nerd sundays.
Bear with me, the setup for this is really quite exciting. We had a ‘feast’ all Viking-style, I competed with the big boys in a dagger combat competition. Of all the nerds that nerd quite medievally (and some of these nerds ARE pretty damn tough for being… nerds) there were only 4 that got to fight that night in front of the 50-odd other Viking folks, and I was one of them. Then, I got awarded my ‘warrior’ status, which means I’m not a newbie noobington anymore, and can fight without supervision and can try new weapons and such, and even train noobs that are new like I was. Then, of all the noobs of the last year, I noobed the best, so they awarded me the Noob of the Year award, which is not its actual name and I should mention that it was named after a member who was a great guy and passed away quite young. I’m actually really quite proud to be the recipient of such an award. Awesome night.
So, the buildup for this was really just to tell you that, on my first day of showfighting training without a helmet, I quite intelligently put my sword in the way of my opponent’s knee. I went to absorb the hit (all stuntman-like), he hit my sword, and it hit my face.
Pretty cool, eh? The bestest and blokiest moment didn’t even happen when I was walking back to the main area with blood running down my face, nor when brother-in-law Sam was attending to the wound while I was acting all “here’s blood in yer eye! This doesn’t bother me at all!” No, the best moment was when Bill (one of the tougher members, coincidentally winner of the Dagger Tournament too) came over with his camera phone and asked Sam if he could not only stop dabbing blood off my face, but give the wound a squeeze so that some ran down my face. Sam hesitated just long enough to make me think that he took that Hyppocratic thing seriously, and Bill got all excited when some started dripping as he snapped away.
It was nice to feel all tough and all, except that it was a bit of minor stupididty in getting hurt and even now, weeks later, I’ve got this lumpy zit-looking scar area. Not so cool anymore.
So, now that I’ve got a new laptop and am on it pretty much sunup until well after sundown, maybe I’ll actually be updating more often. Think?
Yeah. Hahahahahaaa…ahahhahahha… ha.
Smooches all.
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August 13th, 2008 at 8:45 am
You crack my shit UP! now get back to work on my shit!
August 13th, 2008 at 8:46 am
I’m teasing I hit enter before I said “Laugh out Loud!” I wish there was some shortened version of that.
August 13th, 2008 at 4:55 pm
RUDE
August 18th, 2008 at 4:47 am
Dude, nice shiner. Can we expect to see a piccie of said toddler with the cat on her head? Stuff on my kid? Stuff on my cat on my kid? The possibilities are endless.