deep fried heaven

Last night was very busy. I ate dinner with my father, who has a birthday this week. Mesa Ranch has changed up the menu a little. Their chicken friend venison is actually my mechanic Charly's recipe, and oh dear sweet lord I have never had a better chicken fried anything in my life. There was also delicious grilled quail, elk sausage with cheese and barbeque sauce on top, fried cactus and cornbread stuffing. I thought I had died and gone to the fried, grilled game heaven. I couldn't even have dessert.

After dinner, I met some friends at the Catfish Parlour, home of the all you can eat catfish buffet of sheer deliciousness. We had a sassy waitress who put my beer on Mike's tab. As much as it called me to, I couldn't eat any more fried things. I have to go back. We stayed late, talking and talking about career limiting moves, Catholicism and other things. I'd forgotten since Gene moved away how amusing it is to hear tech boys bitch and moan about programs and problems.

I am beat and I don't want to work. La.

Since Tuesday, some jackass has been double parked in front of the building. Not just accidentally over the line, but parked squarely over two spaces. I left one note reading "Double parking makes your neighbors think you are either a jerk or a moron who can't drive. Just say no to bad parking!" I am about to leave a less flattering note, and if they are still here when I get home I'm going to raise cain with the leasing office. There are not enough spaces for us anywhere here, much less if some idiot is double parked.

narrow escape

I am starting to think this whole going into work early every day this week thing might have been a bad idea. Today traffic was much heavier than normal. Up close to the always perilous freeway interchange, I saw the tail end of an accident in progress. I don't know how it started, but I saw it end with a half ton pickup perpendicular to the lanes and a silver coupe facing the opposite direction with the front end nearly torn off. Then! We're all slamming our brakes to avoid hitting the accident as it is blocking two lanes of traffic including the exit. A girl in a sedan right next me to then smacked into the back of a dump truck. Fortunately, no one hit me.

On the brighter side of life: the weather is nice enough that I can blow dry my hair by driving with the windows down.

Also, my apartment complex is going to resolve the double parked moron issue. Score.

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If you're going to eat chips, it might as well be Fritos. I was lookng at the ingredients lists on the chips today, and all they have is corn, oil and salt. No preservatives even. I couldn't tell you what the hell goes into a Dorito.

Tyler and I want to have a personal assistant death match between a wookie and a robot. This sounds like a lot of fun.

Our office was smacked by the third virus in a week. This one infected the instant message program server. I don't seem to be having problems, so I guess it wasn't as bad as some of the others that have come through lately. Still.

Kirby gave me a really kick ass card today. It's very golden and beautiful. It is exactly the sort of card I've bought for other people in the past, and always wanted someone to give to me. I dig it.

The guy who handles the schedules hasn't been to work in a week. Whiskey tango foxtrot?