In terms of a yearly retrospective: The way I lived 2007 was, although technically competent, only about 2 alarms in the chili competition that is life.
Allow me to make a comparison to a burrito. I think the best way to eat one is to make it as hot as you can possibly stand for the entire duration of the burrito. You can't necessarily go for the hottest sauce/pepper, because if you overtemp you can't finish. You have to find the proper combination for heat and time.
And thats all that changes or moves anthing, heat and time.
Four days this week and I just might make it.
I used to think I could do this job standing on my head but lately a lot of its been sitting on my ass.
We haven't had a solid busy week in our area in a while and I think its starting to wear on everyone.
Its probably only wearing on my and now I'm starting to climb the walls.
For a while I was on a big "Your Mom" trip and after a Hall-of-Fame career of impeccably timed material I feel I'm through with the art form. But lately I've had to reap what was sown (sowned, sowed, fuck) and everyone else at work is trying their hand at your mom.
(Goddamn, I can't stop.)
Anyways this was a forced journal, I'm not really feeling it as I sit here in soggy socks & pants from digging my truck out. I was out there for at least an hour and it would have been longer if it wasn't for the kindness of passersby.
The only thing I'm enthusiastic about is the prospect of busting balls at work and spreading some pseudo-misery.
I think I got a lot of rocketry out of my system.
When I tell people about it their response is usually cool and reserved, like I'm some retarded boy-man who still eats Flintstones vitamins and has velcro shoes and launches model rockets to the detriment of his social standing.
Except for the dudes in my lab, they all think its awesome. We spent a long time looking/geeking-out at the Estes catalog.
We launched the camera rocket a bunch of times. I still haven't gotten the film developed, but I hope at least one picture comes out good.
It is super fun to launch, kind of like throwing rocks into a lake or river.
If you don't understand why its fun to throw(launch) rocks(rockets) in water(air) then maybe we shouldn't hang out.
I ending up buying another one to build, just so I could up my balsa wood & decal cred.
Three stages of raw Made In China power, this bastard goes half a mile - straight up your ASS
At some point in 2007 I decided I wanted to become a hobbyist.
Ships in a bottle and model making are way out of my patience/attention span. RC stuff is cool too, I even had a business idea based on RC helicopters once, but thats too much money and time.
So I settled on model rocketry.
Its so wholesome and evokes such a naive dorky wonderment that its like being a kid again.
The rocket kits are so sandlot. I remember putting them together as a kid: the balsa wood and glue and putting the body tube in a door frame to get a straight line to put the fins on.
So I walked into a hobby shop yesterday and asked for "the rocket with the camera." Now they have a digital version, but I opted for the film one just to keep the feeling authentic. (The film included had a 'process by' date of 2006)
After the guy got if off the shelf I realized it was a ready-to-fly rocket . On one had that kinda sucks because I wanted to glue it together and put the decals on and stuff, but on the other hand that baby is ready to fly right now. The launcher stand and dorky launcher battery pack were also included.
So basically what I'm saying is that on Monday at high noon, that fucker is flying high. The package says 250 ft high.
Theres a little old abandoned air strip across the street from our facility so I figure we can go over there.
Its possible that none of the pictures come out but it should be fun anyways. I bought extra engines and I'm going to keep launching it until ite breaks.
Went down to Zoar today with me cuz. boy what a perfect day for it.
It felt exceedingly good to run up to the Knife's Edge aka the Hog's Back aka that really big hill up there. I wish there was some more mountainous terrain around here.
found some cans near the car in the woods
The other day I purchased some cereals from Wegmans.
I thought they were just normal shredded wheat knockoffs but they were in fact Maple & Brown Sugar (NaturallyandArtificallyFlavored)
Holy shit they were so mapley they blew my mind. I haven't been able to get enough since.
I'll probably have to stop eating them when I get the diabeetus.
My theory: the extra 0.5oz is super Industrial grade Maple extract. Probably from Canada.