Mystery Solved

Yep, it’s a mouse. There’s a space between my bathroom cupboard and the wall. Somewhere back there in the darkness are 4 mangled Raid ant traps and one very sick rodent.

Pics, Mine This Time

OK, the Flickr widget is now displaying my pictures. I’m going to be putting up a ton of shit, so take ‘em with multiple grains of salt.

Oh, here’s the camera. Cute for an entry level.

Camera, Facebook, Whatever, Mini-Rant

So… I picked up a camera, a cheap 139 dollar Sony Cybershot 7.1 MP- with no viewfinder. Which I found out about when I opened it in the car. Oh well, what can you do. The screen is decent, the options suck, and overall, it will serve my purposes. I just wanna take pictures every day. I’m not going to spend multiple hundreds until I can somehow justify it.

Was browsing the interwebs and, on a whim, popped over to Facebook, the last place on the internet I’m not registered with. I’ve resisted for some time, and, having just joined, I have absolutely no desire to go back. Just looking around made me feel old as shit. It’s not just “collegy”. It’s fucking hyper-super-collegy. Sports teams, fake and real tans, pictures of kegs and people in the process of drinking them, nonsensical comments about beaches and shit… no. I’m not putting myself through that. I’m not going around poking people, and I’m not going to try to stay on top of one more goddamn social bullshit 2.0 network thing. I’ve had it.

I know it seems as if I’m insanely late to facebook, and I am, for this reason. It was a college thing. College kids liked it. Fine, good for them. But then they opened it, since they’re run by a greedy fucking Ivy League douchebag. Now, myspace refugees. It’s only a matter of time before the whole thing goes to shit. I want no part of it, you hear me! None! Did I mention my youngest brother has a page? I’m regretting having it auto send out requests. He’ll probably quit now. Christ, I hate the goddamn internet. This whole “social” thing is getting out of fucking control. As if I wasn’t already bombared with useless bullshit (coworkers, etc.), now I have to hear about what every idiot on the planet is listening too, watching, reading (rarely). And, shock of shocks, it’s all pretty much the same. In fact, I’ll bet I could assign 99 percent of myspace/facebook users to 3 categories. I don’t have the interest to define those categories, so maybe 3 is being a bit generous.

Raid Downtime

So I’m committed to a WoW raid tonight which is, of course taking forever. Mike is calling bugging me to play Halo 3, which I would much rather be doing. I’m seriously bored out of my skull here. Anyway, it’s the weekend at least, and I’m determined to put the organization system in partial place this weekend. Almost bought camera today, but ended up not. Probably should have.

Anyway, it was overcast today, which was a nice change of pace. Always good to see changes in weather.

The Mystery, Continued

Another night, and the other two ant traps vanish without a trace. Gone. I moved both into the bathroom when I got home. The first was snagged while I was busy playing Halo 3, the second at some point during the night. I am befuddled and baffled.

I debated getting flour and sprinkling it around the traps, so as to identify the tracks made by whatever gremlin was taking them, but I don’t have any flower, and sugar would kind of defeat the purpose of the traps to begin with.

Mysteries…

Pictures

I always regret not having taken enough pictures. I’m looking in to getting a small digital camera (had a couple before, sold most recent last year, most likely for something illicit). Taking pictures every day feels like something I should be doing.

Then, my own pics can go off to the side, instead of random flickr stuff.

The Ant Trap Mystery

Okay, so I’ve had an issue of late of ants infiltrating my bathroom through a crack in the baseboard. Not a huge deal, but they’re annoying and I can’t tell what they’re after, since there’s no food around and the place is spotless.

So I go to Rite Aid and buy a set of 4 ant traps- 2 inch disks with holes in ‘em for the ants to get their poison from. I put two in the bathroom, and two in other corners of the apartment.

In the middle of the night, I hear light scratching noises from the bathroom. I go in to investigate, don’t see anything, close the door, and go back to bed. This morning I walked into the bathroom to find that both ant traps are… MISSING. Gone. Vanished. Something made off with my ant traps! Something poisoned now, I assume, but what the fuck? There’s no way anything could have taken them anywhere, but obviously they did, and it’s freaking me out.

More on this exciting story as it develops. My fear is that the remaining two will be gone when I return.

Juices

Trying to get some form of creative juices flowing, so here I am. It’s about 1:30 on a Wednesday, just rolled back into the office after a semi-satisfying lunch at Bob’s Big Boy.

Tried out Amazon’s new MP3 store, which is cool. DRM free, inexpensive, all that good stuff. Picked up the new Girl Talk album, which is spinning right now.

I missed my weekly meeting last night due to extended fragging across the internets, but I’d been planning on that anyway. I’m sure I didn’t miss anything too exciting, but I don’t like missing it so much.

Sitting here now brainstorming over tasks, what I need to do, shit I need for the house, so on and so forth. I’m up to Crystal Light drink packets and a tupperware bowl for ice. I should really do more grocery shopping, especially since it would save money that I end up spending every day anyhow.

Back in the Saddle

So I picked up Halo 3 last night and promptly spent the next 6 hours gleefully fragging strangers. I’m hating the fact that I have to be at work right now, but oh well.

Going through the GTD book, trying to grok the system therein and figure out how to apply it to what I do (or don’t do). It’s a lot to take in, but hopefully I can come to some kind of… something… with it. My vocabulary is stunted before the noon hour.

Better, I think?

I’m feeling a little bit better. I’m not sure why my chest has been heavy all week, or the breathing thing, or the lower back pain when I walk around a lot, but I seem to be recovering from something or other.

I’ve been cleaning out my inboxes today, trying to get everything organized and in its right place. Doing anything that can be done in two minutes right away, all that good GTD stuff. I haven’t read far enough in the book to get the system yet, but I know enough to at least start getting organized.

Halo 3 comes out tonight at midnight, which I, being a nerd, am tremendously excited about. I’d take tomorrow off if it wouldn’t be so blatantly obvious.

Thrilled with the spotless apartment. My only remaining problem is ants, which seem to be infiltrating from a crack in the corner of the baseboards in the bathroom. Guess I’ll buy an ant trap today or some shit.

Read with disgust the 60 Minutes transcript of the interview with Iran’s president (not even going to try to spell that name). More crap, more war posturing, more bullshit we’re known for of late.