David Cake

The Science of Sleeps

2009-07-04T11:07:00.003-04:00

Ever since Mr. Bonus Charles Buchta arrived our sleeping schedules have been obliterated. Not that we were Mr. & Mrs. Early to Bed, Early to Rise before but now we're at the mercy of a tiny infant stomach and lungs who let us sleep when they damn well feel like it.

For Kasey this isn't so bad as she's still on maternity leave and can sleep when Jonas does and make up the time. But for this humble workin' man it's a wee bit worse. I have a little wiggle room in the form of sympathy from my newly-dad-ed boss, but I'm not pushing that envelope (especially in these hard times) and thirty minutes here or there is nowhere near enough to help me out. Most nights I get close to four hours of sleep max. You know shiz is bad when you wake up after five hours and go, "Wow, that felt like a lot of sleep."

Weekday mornings find me getting up late, throwing on clothes I preemptively left out for myself the night before (as not to waste time looking for them in the morning) and driving into work with busted face, bleary eyes, and sometimes slight hallucinations. Totally safe, I know. One Saturday I stood up out of bed, almost fell over, and noticed my eyes weren't working in conjunction. I called up work and croaked, "I'm going to be two hours late." and went back to bed. The first couple hours of work aren't any picnic either. Where once caffeine was my friend, she is now more like an ER nurse. Something has to change.

In comes polyphasic sleep, which I discovered by putting "alternate sleep schedules" into Wikipedia and Google, my homeboys. Polyphasic sleep is sleeping multiple times in a 24-hour period instead of all at once like most folks do. The majority of the animal kingdom (including babies) sleep this way, and early humans probably did too. This is how your pets sleep. This is how I want to sleep. I'm not going to get eight hours of sleep a night for a looong time but I don't want to become one of them grumpy parent-zombies looking unhealthy and aged past my actual years. Plus I have no time or energy for bike riding or really anything else and a polyphasic sleep schedule actually gives you more awake hours in a day than a regular sleep pattern does.

Here's a basic rundown of how I understand it to work: When we sleep for eight or nine hours the really good stuff that energizes us and makes us feel rested is REM sleep. But REM sleep is only a small part of that chunk of time, with other stuff around it going on in cycles. Getting oneself on a polyphasic sleep schedule trains the brain/body to go directly into REM sleep when conking out, so one gets more sleep in less time. Here's some nifty diagrams that show what I mean, as well as the different polyphasic schedules:

Two days of research later and I'm all set to get on a proven polyphasic sleep schedule, the Three-hour Everyman. This means I have a "core nap" of three hours and then three twenty-minute naps spaced evenly for a total of four hours of sleep per twenty-four. Which is basically what I'm doing now but without the naps and the awesome added benefit of going straight into REM sleep three or more times a day. Multiple people have lived on this (and the more extreme Uberman schedule -only two hours of sleep a day in six naps- which is super tempting to try but too rigid for my lifestyle) for long periods of time healthily and report that they feel more refreshed and awake than they did sleeping all at once.

I'm excited! I love self-experiments like these; the last big one I did was years back when I fasted for ten days. At the beginning it seems impossible, and even more so as you get two, three, and four days into it. Then you find out how adaptable and magic the body and mind are when they not only rise to meet the challenges of change, but begin to thrive. And "beating" your body through willpower is an amazing feeling. By day five of the fast I never wanted to eat again! The thought of having four more hours a day to do crap in is awesome too. I've always been a night person but love the sunlight and social interaction that comes with day time, so this seems perfectly suited for me.

Downsides include a rough couple of days/weeks for the adaptation period as your brain goes, "Sleep damn you, sleep!" and you go, "Noooo, have to wait..." or "Twenty minutes is all we get right now! So shush!" and being looked at like a weirdo. If you don't stick to a schedule during the adaptation phase your brain won't learn to do the Instant REM thing and you'll be tired forever. After about a month you can play around with when you sleep and for how long (buffers are determined by the schedule you are on, the 3-Hour Everyman gives me an hour each way to play with) without any adverse affects. Here's the schedule I have planned out for myself:

Core Nap:
2:00am to 5:00am

1st Nap:
10:00am to 10:20am

2nd Nap:
4:00pm to 4:20pm (hurr)

3rd Nap:

10:00pm to 10:20pm

Back to Core Nap at 2:00am

I've "officially" started today, which just means I took a twenty minute nap at 10:00. Jonas has me going to bed around 2:00am anyway and only recently have I started to do a big nap after I get home from work, but it hasn't lasted me long enough. So I'm hoping that technically I've already been going through the worst of the adaptation phase and just have to work to keep to a schedule, which is kind of tough for me.

So that's where you guys, my Internet buddies and cell phone pals, come in. I'm gonna need help getting up and staying up (hurr, again) and human interaction is the best way to do this. Up at 1:00am Eastern time? Text me, see if I'm on IM, make sure I'm still awake. Go to bed earlier than that? No problem, there are big chunks between 4:00pm and 2:00am where I need to be up and active. Drop me a line! See if I'm sleep deprived enough to be doing weird things. We can play online games together or something (NOTE: I have no cool consoles, it'd all have to be on the compooter). Help me stay on track. Give me stuff to do.

I'll be keeping a journal of the experience and all the things I'm going to do to try and stay awake as well, and I'll put those up weekly I think.

Have a safe and happy 4th of July! Don't lose an eye or any virginities that don't need losin'.

- David

Kudos to DustinCurtis.com for the cool graphics and PureDoxyk for not only "inventing" these schedules but having a crap-ton of information about polyphasic sleep and her first-hand experience with it all over the Internet.

28 Days Later

2009-07-01T07:01:00.009-04:00

On the Fourth of July Jonas will be one month old. It seems like much longer than that since we sped to the hospital at Four a.m. I feel like I've been a dad forever, although I still falter when applying that name to myself.

Even in the pain of exhaustion, in the twinge of my shoulder from holding and rocking without pause or rest, there is love. Like a hard, bright diamond core. My body is failing, my mind is dissipated like static in the open air, but I am happy. He cries seemingly without end, yet I smile at his wailing face. I am so happy he is alive.

Looking into his face we can sometimes see the future, see the person he's going to grow into. It's more than just following a logical progression, it's an honest glimpse, magical and fleeting. When he was born, it was like seeing someone I knew but couldn't quite place. For days I couldn't shake the feeling. From the very first moment I could pick him out of a million babies when before all newborns were indistinguishable to me.

Holding him against my chest, feeling his tiny rhythmic breath, I marvel at what we've done. Unexpectedly and without any intention we have created life. We have created a tiny self-sustaining heart that will beat and beat and beat for a lifetime. We have made lungs that breathe, hiccup, coo, and eventually laugh, talk, and sing. I can't imagine how this is possible, yet there he is. Waving his arms. Breathing. Beginning to look into our eyes. Crying. Some nights I risk waking him up to make sure he's still alive.

This month has been hard. It's obvious and cliche, but our lives are almost unrecognizable. Something else is forming from what I'm tempted to call the rubble. But I wouldn't change it back. I can't wait to spend time growing up with him.

- David

Cuddles

2009-06-29T01:49:00.001-04:00

Cuddles, originally uploaded by BodhiDave.

More pics of the lil' guy are up. In case yer interested.

- David

I'm Alive

2009-06-26T07:18:00.002-04:00

It's true. If you follow me you already know that, but for those that only stalk me using this blog, this post is for you.

Stuff is going well. Jonas cries a few seconds less every day and is gaining weight about like he should. We gave him his first bath yesterday and it was adorable. At first he just kinda laid there like, "Ooooookay..." but when the water started to cool down he got upset. He likes it hot. He actually slept from about 11:45pm until around 5:30am today, it was awesome. I'm still tired as balls though.

My parents came down and visited for five days and it was really, really nice. I haven't seen them in a long time and they've never been here before. We walked around a lot, saw some new stuff, ate a bunch. My dad came over and watched Religulous one night. I really liked having them here. It was cool to see him holding Jonas. I hope they come back soon. More on their trip later.

Kasey is still off work tending to the little guy. It seems like she's never worked before already! She still has like two months left. Crazy. She's already lost a bunch of weight and she's doing good with Jonas, which believe it or not is the first baby she's ever held. Only dropped him twice so far! It's cool to see her holding him too.

I haven't ridden a bike in ages. Well, I've ridden to the store, etc. But it's hard to count something that only lasts ten minutes. I haven't biked to work in what feels like a year, even though it's only been a few weeks. My knees hurt more than when I ride, and I swear my legs get less defined by the day. It saddens me, but I'm just so damn tired. Maybe I'll start using the rollers out on the deck or something, just to get some pedaling in but not be too far away from home and family. Once that would have felt silly, but now it seems viable.

Other than that it's lots of movie rentals, a little reading, naps here and there, and work. I'm thinking of getting a Jonas tattoo soon, we'll see.

Take care ya'll.

- David

Update Yer Feed

2009-06-13T11:32:00.002-04:00

As part of the move to DavidCake.com I'm also updating the RSS feed link. Please update your readers and shiz to point to the new Cake Feed. This will be the last post made with the old link.

Spanks!

- David

The Cake Is A Lie

2009-06-13T01:07:00.002-04:00

Just a few changes around here. I've registered the domain DavidCake.com, which will be a lot easier to tell people than absent-mindfully, no matter how clever I think it is. As it is now you can go to both AbsentMindfully.com and DavidCake.com and get here.

I might also be changing the look/layout, but we'll see how that goes. I'm lazy and like how it's setup now.

In other news, I haven't eaten or slept in over a week. It's amazing. Jonas wakes up every two hours or so to be changed or fed. Sometimes it's less than two hours. In the wee morning hours his cries physically pierce my ears. There's no exaggeration in this. Have you ever closed your eyes really hard and heard that rumbling noise in your ears? It's like that, but with pain. Usually I change him, burrito him back up, and after a few minutes of rocking he's back out.

During the day his cries are actually endearing. I kiss his face, talk to him like we're having a conversation, etc. Again, after getting changed/fed and wrapped back up he's right as rain. He likes riding in the car. He likes the heat. He smells amazing. He makes faces that break and warm my heart. His legs are so long.

I feel physically feel like balls, but I wouldn't trade this in for anything. Even a new bike.

Back to work on Tuesday, then my dad is coming on Friday and I'll take another five days off.

Take care, gonna try to nap. Jonas has just been fed so I may have some time.

- David

Burrito

2009-06-07T20:51:00.001-04:00

Burrito, originally uploaded by BodhiDave.

Lots of pics are up of Lil' Jonas & Family at the hospital.

We got home yesterday. Things are progressing. No sleep for anyone in this household but we're figuring things out. He's still adorable, no matter how much he keeps us up.

More to come as I catch up on things.

- David

Jonas! EDIT

2009-06-04T11:42:00.004-04:00

- David

Now with 25% more epic-ness:

Operation: Fu Manchu

2009-05-31T18:24:00.002-04:00

So... this is how I'm walking around now. Lord only knows for how long. The Lady doesn't like it; I've had to repeat myself once or twice because my "mouth is distracting".

Before
I'll probably get rid of it before I have to go back into work. I've been slowly growing this beast out for a while now in secret. It'll be a shame to shave it off.

- David

Jonas Bonus Update

2009-05-28T12:05:00.001-04:00

Jonas' due-date has come and gone and his crib is still empty while Kasey's belly is still full.

We visited the doctors' office yesterday and they did a non-stress test on the little guy in which they attached heart monitors to Kasey's stomach and monitored his heart rate for about fifteen minutes and Kasey clicked a button each time he kicked. He seems really healthy and the lady herself is in prime position for baby birthin'. It's just a matter of waiting now.

We have another appointment on Monday and if he's not out then or by next Thursday then we're going to have him induced. If he's any boy of mine cake or pie would be sufficient inducement, but I'm sure they'll try to use drugs or something instead, being doctors and all.

I walk by his bed a dozen times a day and look inside it each time, almost seeing him there, gurgling and wriggling around. Soon my boy, soon.

- David

Crib

2009-05-25T22:40:00.001-04:00

Crib, originally uploaded by BodhiDave.

Built and bedded. It takes up a ton of room; we had to move the bed over just so I could get past. But it's purdy and it'll be his bed for years to come.

Today was his due-date but he's not having it. Only a few weird pains here and there later this evening. I wish he'd get here already.

- David

Hm?

2009-05-21T21:59:00.001-04:00

Hm?, originally uploaded by BodhiDave.

Put some pics up of the recent Ride of Silence I partook of on Wednesday. This one is probably my favorite.

Ride wasn't so great (probably won't do again) but it was a gorgeous day. Trying to take pics while riding was new too, and fun.

Enjoy your weekends.

- David

BAYBEES

2009-05-19T10:14:00.001-04:00

Lil' Jonas' due date is less than a week away and I think both Kasey and I are getting into full-on nesting mode now. It took a while, but "better late than never" is kind of my credo.

This weekend we both had more energy than normal and got a bunch of apartment/baby stuff done. Kasey washed a ton of baby clothes, blankets, and other items and we re-arranged his future room (which is currently a storage room) so that all his stuff is up front and the rest of our crap is in back. We got a new dresser and devoted a drawer or two to his impossibly tiny clothing items (Have you seen a baby sock?! It boggles the mind.) and some closet shelf space to his metric ton of blankets.

We dug out his car seat and I put it together and wrapped it back in the baggy to be placed in the trunk of the car for the fateful day. Apparently hospitals won't let you leave unless you have a car seat. Which is a shame because I was just going to put him up on the dash for the car ride home the way my family did when I was born. His crib is on the way and should be here shortly and is truly an awesome piece of furniture. It's white and reminds me of Nantucket (although I've never been there) and will turn into the next two beds he'll need as he grows into the squirrely menace I'm sure he'll become.

As the big day nears it seems like both of our heads are filled with visions of the future. Like being the ones to teach him that if someone asks if you're sure you say "yes" and not "no" like little kids always do, and hearing him swear his first cuss. And wondering if he'll be the kid who's getting made fun of, doing the fun-making, or the one in the corner of the playground eating dirt. It's so strange to think we'll be there for all those years, teaching him all the things we take for granted now as adults. I don't even know how good I'll be at all that. I'm pretty crappy at basic things even now. I'll look to Kasey for math, that's for sure.

This constant waiting is nuts; it's always in the background of my thoughts. I'm kind of hoping he has to be induced so that we're already in the hospital and people are ready, and I know for sure it's coming. Doing every day things like riding my bike to work or taking a bathroom break and forgetting to take my phone along stress me out. I keep thinking I'll miss The Call. Which I've been dreading/looking forward to as well. Getting stuck in traffic trying to get to Kasey and/or the hospital would be amazingly shitty.

I'll breathe a sigh of relief once we get him home. Then the real fun begins, right?

- David

Toxic

2009-05-17T21:51:00.002-04:00

So there's this thing called Punk Goes Pop where non-pop bands cover pop songs. They're up to album two and the Punk Goes 90s Kasey has is pretty good. I haven't listed to A Static Lullaby before but after hearing their cover of Toxic and seeing the video below I'm already a fan.

For an even funner version, click here. If you're only going to watch one of these I'd pick this one, but for some reason the poster disabled embedding. Which is sad because it's the original Brittany Spears video synced up perfectly with ASL's music. Enjoy.

- David

I Dunno How This Is Possible

2009-05-16T12:12:00.003-04:00

But somehow the up and coming Jonas Charles set himself up a Twitter account. Which is weird because I didn't think I gave him Internet access until he got an A on his report card.

Most of yous guys know what Twitter is, but for thems that don't it's a social networking tool that's become almost annoyingly popular with everyone from middle schoolers to Oprah. It allows you to "follow" people as they make updates about their thoughts, current goings on, etc.

I use Twitter daily. (If you look to your right at the top of the page and see the stuff under "Currently", those are my Twitter updates, or tweets as we say in the industry. *EDIT* Apparently this was broken for a bit, fixed now.) For example, if I'm driving into work and traffic sucks I send a message like, "Late for work, traffic is all crappy on Hampton Blvd" and anyone who is following me gets the message. I also post useless crap like the song that's currently stuck in my head, how all the bathroom stalls are full, or any random thoughts I have.

It's hard to explain Twitter to someone and have it come off as exciting. But I love Twitter. And the more popular it gets the more cool people use it. For example, I'm following people like Trent Reznor (front man of my favoritest band ever), a bunch of web comic artists, a couple of my favorite authors, some people who don't even exist, and all my friends. You cannot grasp how truly awesome Twitter is until you start getting updates from someone you've admired for years. And it's just normal every day crap they're tweeting, but it's like you're buddies and they're texting you. I dunno, maybe it's just my crazy stalker side talking, but it feels like you're connecting with the people you follow.

As someone who bikes around a lot it's also become a helpful tool for Kasey to make sure I'm okay. I use another social networking tool called BrightKite to check in at different locations like work, the store, etc which get sent to Twitter. Kasey (and anyone else who cares) sees that I made it work okay and didn't get run over on the way.

When my friend David S. drives hours and hours to see his GF in northern Virginia EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND and posts images and such to Twitter I know he made it okay and get to see what a fun time he's having. The other day as Kasey and I were working our way through a whole mess of IHOP David S. checked in at the gym. We then sent him a picture of the indecent amount of food we were eating and told him to have fun working out! See how useful technology can be?

Twitter and Brightkite are both free and accessible from the Internet or a cell phone. I use both. And apparently the lil' one is following suit. Even Kasey is getting in on the action lately.

Click here to see Jonas' updates. You'll get a pretty page with a list of all the stuff he's been saying and doing. Mine is here. But I'm sure he'll be more popular than me before the doctor even spanks that tiny booty.

- David

Cross-sections

2009-05-10T10:11:00.002-04:00

In reverse chronological order:

- David

Better Czech Yo Self

2009-05-02T07:14:00.004-04:00

The lovely Kasey and I have a bunch of little inside jokes just like any relationship. A lot of them deal with movie quotes or scenes we love, and we've even reached the point where I can tweak a quote to better fit the situation and she still knows what movie I'm referencing. This probably says more about her sexy movie knowledge and less about my impression skills.

One of the inside jokes that has been coming up recently is my claim to Czechoslovakian heritage (and yes, I had to Google it to make sure I was spelling it right.) You see, my dad's ancestors are apparently from Czechoslovakia and my last name is Czech for "cake". This was confirmed by a guy I used to work with who was from there and told me over internal IM that I could get any lady I wanted if I visited his country because of my last name. One day I hope to find out if this is true.

So I make little comments sometimes about how "my people" no longer have a country (because Czechoslovakia is now Czech Republic and the Slovak Republic), and how much this pains me, etc. Usually it's in response to something like the treatment of the Native Americans or the Holocaust, which I admit may be construed as callous, but I assure you I feel White Guilt and am saddened by both events. During a visit to DC with my family in high school my dad and I opted to visit the Holocaust Museum while the rest of our peeps did something else. When we regrouped later neither I or my dad was in any mood to talk or do anything but stare at the ground and wonder how something like that could have happened. I remember my mom remarking that she was glad she didn't go with us.

Anywho, any time I make a joke about being Czech or that Jonas might be funny looking because my dad is funny looking, Kasey always corrects me by stating I am not Czech because I was adopted by my father, which is entirely true. I always forget that my dad adopted me when I was only months old, probably because I was a dumb baby back then, but also because in our family it never came up. Not in the secretive way that families push unwanted things under the rug, but we just didn't think of it like that. My dad is and always was my dad, not my adoptive father or anything like that. I don't think any of us can even remember being told, it's just something we always knew. I never felt different, or even aware that I didn't feel different. I was as much a part of my family as anyone.

This could be because I never knew any different. At three months old you can't really tell the difference between a cat and a nice set of drapes let alone between the provider of half your chromosomes and the guy who's feeding you, holding you, making sure you're still breathing when you sleep. Before I could even make memories my dad was there. I haven't known anything else. But I don't think that's all there is to it. It's more a testament to my father and the man he is, and how much love his heart had for me and my brothers. There's no way I could have felt like anything other than his son.

I can only hope that besides his love for books, kind-hearted sense of humor, and fondness for classic Star Trek that I've inherited his ability to make a child feel loved in this world.

Thanks Dad.

- David

Buchata Clan Update

2009-04-30T07:12:00.005-04:00

Things have been chugging along for me and mine.

The apartment is feeling more and more like home, although we haven't really done much to it. Bunny has a nice new cage with a ton of room and a little cave to hide in. I built (read: put together) a tall book shelf for all our DVDs and it just barely holds them all. I spent an hour or two putting them in alphabetical order. It was very therapeutic. We're learning the peculiarities of the AC and water heater, and once our dish washer and washer/dryer combo were repaired/replaced it felt like we finally lived here. A bunch of crap is still in boxes and we've only hung up one picture, but the fridge has all it's magnets and the animals already have their favorite spots all staked out.

Speaking of animals, Jonas will be here pretty damn soon. His due date is May 25th, but apparently he's already upside down in preparation for his final approach. Lots of ladies have late babies their first time, and if Lil' Joni is anything like his parents he'll procrastinate for a bit before showing up. I think June 1st sounds like a good birthday, but that's outside of the five day window they wait before inducing labor. He (and by necessity Kasey) are getting pretty big. Now that we know he's upside down it's easier to guess what body parts we're messing with. Seems like a lot of feet and toes, and when we mess with him and he messes back it tickles Kasey like crazy.

Work is busy busy. Being a Tech Lead has it's pluses and minuses. In the plus column is the opportunity to assist others, to teach, to help people get out of difficult spots and figure out hard problems. Also, telling people what to do is a little fun, I must admit. In the negative column, people who don't know as much as me are obviously idiots, and this can be a little frustrating. Like telling the same person how to do the same thing for the third time in not even as many days, or arguing with one of our customers through one of my agents, who is also arguing with me. But I like my job, and most of the people are cool. Plus I'm gaining a kind of notoriety as The Guy Who Rides a Bike Into Work, and people I've never talked to before are asking me how the ride was this morning. I always have the urge to say, "Not bad, your mom was pretty gentle today." but then I'd probably be known as The Guy Who Has Black Eyes.

There was a bike race last weekend, and ~~not~~ to toot my own horn, after riding to and from work earlier that day (a staggering thirteen miles) I came in first place. Well, before the "bonus points" were tallied, after which I came in second. I firmly attribute this to the fact that I was unaware a camera would be needed, or money. Or else I would have been first in both ways, and not just because I was easily seven minutes ahead of the next guy to show up. A new comer to the area decided to follow me after he didn't want to be bothered with the first checkpoint (a tire change, which I got to skip due to an error in wrench sizes and had only to drink some wine instead) and it was nice to be the one getting followed, and not the other way around. Even though I started the race with just that in mind. It was also interesting to yell to keep traffic from plowing him over and fun passing him repeatedly, despite his many gears.

It's bed time for us (8:46pm, EDT!) and I'm off to enjoy the hookah in bed and Cruel Intentions, which Kasey ensures me is one of her happy movies. Peas out, bitches.

- David

Cyclist Killed in VA Beach

2009-04-21T08:29:00.002-04:00

Just posted over on AYOBC, but I figured I'd mention it here too.

A 54 year-old cyclist was struck and killed in Virginia Beach in the early morning hours. Apparently a Ford Explorer veered right as they both travelled down the road. No charges have been filed.

This stuff always makes me so sad, whether I read about it in London, NYC, or a few cities over.

- David

Random Pics

2009-04-20T12:58:00.002-04:00

Hope your weekends were good, mine is still going. Apologies if that first pic gives anyone impure thoughts. Sinners.

- David

Apologies to the Queen

2009-04-17T08:13:00.003-04:00

While testing my Internet connection this morning at work I saw the top half of CNN's front page and spied the image at left without any headlines or other text.

My first thought was, "Hm, I'm wonder if some old cross-dresser has struck a blow for transvestites everywhere." But then I scrolled down to read the caption:

Overnight singing sensation Susan Boyle says she's overwhelmed by the attention coming her way through millions of views on YouTube.

It's probably a bad picture (apparently she broke into song) but man, that lady looks like a British uncle pretending to be an auntie.

- David

OBSESSION

2009-04-11T08:42:00.004-04:00

I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but just in case I haven't, I have this obsession with new webcomics. If I find one that's good I'll start at the beginning and hell, high water, or herpes can't stop me from finishing it in one go.

So today it's The Everyday, an autobiographical webcomic which are fast becoming my favorite kinds of webcomic. And hopefully what I'll be doing one day.

Anywho, this guy is funny and has good art right off the bat (which is rare for a lot of webcomics) so I hope you enjoy.

- David

Not my bits!

*EDIT*

I had just published this when the next two comics made me LOL, so I'm putting them up too.

Time

2009-04-08T14:14:00.001-04:00

It's time to get it together.

Time to go to bed on time.
Time to get up on time.
Time to take all my vitamins regularly.
Time to start stretching.
Time to read more.
Time to get the apartment finished.
Time to stop being angry.
Time to stop being hopeless.
Time to walk the dog.
Time to naively believe again.
Time to talk to my family.
Time for more beer, coffee, tea, and water. Well, maybe water.
Time to go outside more.
Time to be a better person.
Time to be less scared.
Time to be more healthy.
Time to get read.

Okay. It's time.

Fuck the Deposit

2009-03-31T21:15:00.003-04:00

I just moved. Well, I'm still moving. One apartment is empty and all that remains is the various stains, nail holes, and carpet marks to show that I was there (just like your mom, oh!) while another is filled to the brim with boxes waiting to be unpacked. And bikes. And three pets. And furniture.

I took a four-day weekend to get myself and my lovely lady moved. It was so not enough. I thought there would be a good amount of time to allow for constant yet leisurely moving activities. I was wrong, so hard. I just got done. And I started Saturday morning. Last night we went to bed at 12:30pm and I actually purchased something from Walmart. That's how bad it was.

And it's not even over! Now comes the unpacking part, which is worse than the packing part in it's own way. You actually have to put shit away instead of being able to throw it all in a box and tape it shut. I just spent twenty minutes stomping around my new place with a knife looking for my work clothes and bike shoes. Luckily I found them.

The new place is cool though. I'm glad we're there but I'm pretty sad about leaving the old place. It had a beautiful view, and it's the first place I lived after moving out here from the desert. I started a new life there. I got sad walking out the door for the last time, that's for sure.

We're so not getting the deposit back. Hell, they might even charge us. I wouldn't be surprised. I don't even care. I'm so tired and sick of moving. My everything hurts, from eyes to feet and all the muscles in between. And I have to be to work in... 8.5 hours. Blah.

House party once the chaos has been tamed. Woot woot.

- David

See? See?!

2009-03-27T07:07:00.002-04:00

Not so long ago I was raving/geeking out over Lucy Lou and how awesome her comic is. I submit to you, dear reader, further proof of how hilarious she is:

Apparently she was bored one day during a couple of flights and picked up Twilight as sort of a joke and ended up reading all of the books in one weekend. Then she summarized each book in quick, comical, quartuplet (I don't think that's a word) panels! Now I don't even have to Wikipedia them to see how ridiculous the story line is. And let me just say, it's even more ridiculous than I thought.

It's Friday, it's casual-dress day at work, and it's 60 degrees outside. Here's to a good Friday.

- David