Tuesday, October 31, 2006

You too can control your outbreaks with a HUGE purple pill

Well damn if i don't have the herpes.

My left shoulder has broken out with a damn rash that absofuckinglutely hurts. N0, it doesn't itch, it hurts. So badly so that I actually went to the doctor. Evidently I'm the poster child for shingles. Shingles is caused by the virus Herpes Zoster, which gave most everyone chicken-pox back in the first grade. Well, evidently the virus never really goes away and will come back as a rash. Furthermore, if the person you are sleeping with has already had chicken pox, you don't spread the virus. That dear person already has it. This also goes for friends. If that dear person is going to get shingles, they will do so as a result of their own relationship with their own dormant virus, not mine.

Also, valtrex is damn expensive. The pills are huge - 1000mg, and they cost about $12 bucks apiece. When you take 3 for 7 days, that gets expensive. Amazingly, my insurance covered all but $30 bucks of this.

Hence, I am now controlling my outbeak with valtrex. Thank god most people only get this damn rash once.

PS - its always fun when the entire staff of the student health center parades through your exam room b/c you are a textbook case of something they don't see much. Shingles are usually reserved for the older people. Significantly older than me anyways.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

I ain't doin shiat today

Well, thats not true. I made eggs benedict for breakfast, have some ham soup on. Considering working in the back yard, but I dvr'd an entire day of cooking shows and home improvement from pbs yesterday, so, I'm about to run out which may result in me doing something.

In other news, I have been doing carpentry like a mad man. Bookshelves in the bedroom are now installed and i don't think there is any more exposed insulation in the house. Also, I built some shelving in the water heater cablinet. Alas, I must start being a student again here very soon. Unfortunate really.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Educated Folk.

My Grandfather, F.H., is show with his graduating class. He is on the far left, first row.

For a larger picture, http://www.forest-blade.com/news/2006/0201/News/017.html

A few random comments

It feels like summertime again. Uggh.. Can't this humidity go away?

The house is utterly trashed in a way i hope it never sees again. I hope i can finish that bedroom soon so this furniture can find a new home.

I have finally figured out how to make frozen pizzas as good as those produced by your run-of-the-mill chains. My secret, broil after cooking to crisp the top.

Don't buy cheap paint brushes. Or cheap paint for that matter.

My dog is assy because the weather has been horrible. Maybe some fetch is in order....

Family drama is no fun.

Night class is no fun either.

Using the term "jewing down" when refering to a real estate deal will probably result in trouble, especially if you are teaching a class.

Cox Cable sucks ass. They are coming tomorrow. Grey's best not be interrupted this week.


Sunday, October 15, 2006

But I don't wanna!!!

I'm on call in Law of Lawyers tomorrow and I really don't want to do this. Just like the painting, its getting old. But I'm almost done. And paying bills and doing laundry and going to class at 8:30, etc. There are lots of things I just don't want to do.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

A Disaster To Behold

"A dawg is a Southern man's best friend." - Lewis Grizzard.

I think somebody just shot my Dawg. UGA 22, Vandy 24.

If you are looking for me, I'll be that guy face down by the empty bottle of Makers Mark.

Cox Sux

I'd like to share my boring TV woes. I recently obtained a dvr and for some damn reason, our cable sucks. Our tv chooses not to receive, oh, espn during a big game, channel 6 during Gray's, or maybe anything else I want to watch. Right now its not getting any infomation as to whats on where, so channel flipping with this digital crap is getting old. Making me want to revert to my rabbit ears. At least TV was free then.

So, yes, I know TV is trivial, and I have 10,000 things to do that have more value to myself and others, but I just want to vege out on the couch, and watch Laguna Beach reruns, sans commercials and sip bourbon some evenings. I don't think it too much to ask. Conspiricist bastards. I'm starting to wonder if the wifey has something to do with this. Afterall, she does have a degree in TV communications.....

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Painting...its what got me into this mess.

A major first for my time in macon is underway. I am at serious risk of actually completing a room in my house. Today, I had the most fun painting I do beleive I have ever had. I remember the first thing I painted. I con-ed (how do you spell that anyways??) my dad into paying me to paint some building in downtown swainsboro I don't remember which one was first. Oh yeah, that one, the one with 14 foot ceiling and we were supplied with some cheap ass ceiling paint - Coronado is bad stuff, stay away. So, after making some good money, I was off as a painter. This familiy industry eventually resulted in my purchase of a graco professional paint sprayer and I have no idea how many gallons of that paint I have applied to walls since then.

When I first obtained the sprayer, that thing was fun. I made some good money doing that, the I decided to do some construction work in college. Eventually I moved to macon and purchased a house. Hence, for the last two years, I have been trying to finish something. Now, in third year, I'm well on my way.

So, back to the topic at hand - painting. The bedroom walls are already painted. I'm just doing the trim. I've been working for a week and i finally put some actual paint on the walls. I put down 2 coats of primer, sanded, puttied, and caulked. Let me tell you, after all the prep work, it actually paid off. That stuff glides on. Like buttah.


Sunday, October 08, 2006

Its A Celebration!!

Or maybe not...

I recently received a letter a firm i was hoping to get an offer from. It is a lovely letter.

Informing me that they are not hiring this year but would be happy to provide me with a reference for the further job searching that is looking quite necessary.

Too bad practicing law is really running a business. The coyote and I are headed back to the drawing board.

Thursday, October 05, 2006


Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and they all stink.

After reading some blog entries recently, I felt provoked to write my own piece about this topic. First and foremost, I have been to too many years of higher education in fields that are all about qualification. Law, accounting, and science all have trained my wee little brain to realize that there are more questions than answers. So what do i do? Well I qualify things. If this then that but if the other then something else....you get the drift.

So, after reading these opinion pieces on opinions, I thought I would proffer my opinion on opinions. In making this exhaustive academic study, the first thing that popped into my head was the above statement. And, after further thought, I offer the following reivision.

Opinions are like assholes, everyone hides theirs and tries to keep it as clean as possible as not to offend others.

And I beleive on further reflection, people are afraid to have opinions at the risk that conflict will foreclose opportunity. Hence, at office lunches and civic functions, we either sit with people we suspect are most like us or we just sit there and limit discussion to subjects everyone can agree on. Even our lawmakers do this. With the political add season coming, I ask you to slow the dvr down and actually watch some of these commercials. "Mark Taylor is tough on crime." "Sonny helped the children." Why did the do these things? I bet it has less to do with their love for the little ones or the fact criminals are bad people than it has to do with the ease in which they can get people to agree on their legislation. Who wants to go home and say they voted not to punish the sex offenders? NOBODY.

People just don't stand up and say what they think anymore. We are all so interconnected and so many times are our thoughts we think private recorded in places we don't know about, that we are afraid to say what we think.

On another tangent, maybe people don't want to be called a liar or go back on their word, so they qualify. That keeps things from biting them in the ass. Or so they think. But hey, if you making any mistakes, you're probably not learning much.

So, there you go. That's my opinion, on opinions.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Bumpersitcker see recently

"Borrowing tools is for the weak" I thought this was funny, but if anyone needs to borrow anything, just give me a call.

Upside down and crooked

Damn, I am sore. A friend from law school and I hung the crown molding in my master bedroom yesterday. I can barely move. Those light boards take their toll when you hold them up to the ceiling and take them down and cut them they pry them into place then.... well you get the idea.

So, now I have a bit more trim work to do in there and its off to the races with the painting. Then we can at least move all then furniture back into the room. After the bathroom is finished, then we can be in there fo real.

In other building news, i assembled a "Cornhole" table, well two of them actually, for a friend. We just got a DVR and I recorded an episode of Yankee Workshop where they engaged in making signs. Always being one who wants to apply my new "skilz" I decided we should carve his initial in one of them with the router. So, I made my first attempt at somewhat artistic routher work and I must say, i was impressed with the results. I think i can do better next time, but that seems to be a theme for me.

A Close Encounter of Another Kind

Waiting on Pre-Trial practice to begin. And sitting in the student lounge next to the executive committee of the Womens Law Association. also know as the Mafia around here. The are organized, have an outline bank, make connections for jobs and really do loads of stuff around here. I really thought they met in secret and had some sort of secret decoder ring that would allow them access to a secret room that no one else knows about. Evidently I was wrong. So, I'm casually evesdropping on this elusive group and i must say its none too mysterious.

Oh well, maybe they'll throw a couple outlines my way.