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I lost .8 lbs this week. Better than gaining and if anyone finds it, I do NOT want it back!

I lost 2.4 lbs. last week. This week it just feels like I'm not losing anything. Sometimes I just know. I will try to get in some disc golf today if the weather cooperates.

Well, I got paid, didn't go to a Cubs game, didn't sing in a parade, didn't make it to the Exchange, but I still felt a little bit like Ferris...or maybe more like Cameron. Yesterday I was supposed to go to Chicago for a VoIP and IP Telephony seminar with my boss, Bill. Bill lives in the south west suburbs and I live in the north west suburbs, so we were going to both take a metra train to Union Station, meet there and then take a bus to the Hotel where the seminar was. I was somewhat comfortable making the train trip to Union Station, but the rest was waaaay out of my comfort range.

The night before last, Bill calls me and tells me that his boss told him that he needed him in the office the next and he wasn't going to be able to go to the seminar. Bill tells me he'd like me to still go, but understands if I don't--Bill is fairly understanding of my comfort level on traveling to places I don't know. I told him I'd still be going.

I took a train line I've never taken before. This train line is not as busy as the ones I'm used to taking. It was also 6:05am so that may have had something to do with it. I got on the train and it was like the high school bus all over again. Since that line isn't very busy, everyone is in their own seat with the coat and brief case next to them so no one can sit next to them. The train line I've taken before is busy enough that you get on the train and sit in the first available seat. Anyway, I head up to the upper level and have to sit in one of the flip down seats--its ok, but a little uncomfortable.

The rest of the train trip was uneventful. I arrived at Union Station right about at 7am. I followed the crowd out the train and to an exit that was two blocks from where I was expecting to pick up the bus. I've never ridden a city bus before, but I've seen it in the movies so I thought I'd be able to figure it out. I started walking toward where the busses were lining up on Canal Street two blocks away. I see there's a bus stop right there and bus 125 pulls up just as I get there. I can't find my bus route schedule quick enough and just let the bus keep going. I find my schedule and see that 125 is the right bus and wait there for a few minutes for the next one.

Its just me and bus driver for most of the trip. I sit up front and we make small talk as he drives the bus through the streets of downtown Chicago. It was an impressive demonstration. A woman gets on with a couple of other people and ride to the Merchandise Mart. The woman remarks that she likes this bus driver because he drives fast, like she does. 20 minutes later we arrive at Water Tower Place and I get off. That's as far North as that bus goes, but the Drake is only a block or two away. I walk the rest of the way to the Drake. The North end of the Magnificent Mile. Not too magnificent this morning...just windy and cold. They have a door man at the Drake. They also have revolving doors at the Drake. Like being a bottle opener in a twist off world.

The seminar was informative. I was just on a research project, so I was glad that no salesmen cornered me. Salesmen can smell executives and I had bathed since the last time I came in contact with an executive, so they pretty much kept their distance.

The seminar was 3 hours long, leaving me another two hours before there's a train that's going to be heading back toward the 'burbs. Also I know that the bus I rode only runs at rush hour. I figure I can pick up pretty much any bus that isn't going to Navy Pier along Michigan and I'll get closer to Union Station. On my way out the door I stop at the Concierge's desk and ask him how far it is to Union Station (the bus makes so many stops and goes about its task in such a serpentine fasion, that I didn't have a real good idea how far it was). He says its about 2 miles. He goes on to say that its about a 10 minute taxi ride or a 40 minute walk. Shall he call me a taxi? No, I say, I think I'll go for a walk.

Once I had the idea to cross Michigan and walk in the sun, the walk was much more pleasant. It was about 48 degrees out and sunny (on the other side, which was now my side of the street). Other than the occasional wind gusts, it was a good temp for walking. I walked south on Michigan and then I walked on upper Wacker which follows the river. Once Wacker turned south I crossed the river and walked along the plaza that runs along the south branch of the river. It's a bit less noisy there, because the street is on the other side of the buildings.

I arrived at Union Station and ate at McDonalds because there were seats availabe there. I got a good bonus at McDonalds. I spotted an alien. She was working the register and she was straight out of Men In Black. I'm sometimes surprised they don't disguise themselves better.

The train was about 10% full on the way back. Had a nice seat. Second and last bonus of the day!

Today was weigh-in. Last week I lost 5 lbs. This week I gained 1/2 lb. That has been my losing style since I've been on Weight Watchers. Every other week I lose 4-5 lbs. and then the next week I don't lose or gain a little bit. Since this seems to be my natural weight loss rhythym, I'm encouraging it. With the latest WW plan, you get daily points, weekly flex points and daily activity points. The daily pts and flex pts are the same (with the daily pts based on weight). The activity pts you earn by doing activity (exercise, walking, disc golf, etc.). Using flex pts and activity pts is optional. If you aren't familiar with the system, the points relate to food. For instance 1 cup of rice is 4 points. White chicken is 1 point per ounce. Last week I used only 1 flex point all week (out of a possible 35) and I used most of my exercise pts. This week I used 20 flex points and most of my activity points. The upcoming week (it actually starts today) I plan to use little if any flex points again.

I have reached another mental mile-stone. I have been successful in eating half or parts of meals when going out to restaurants. It's tough to get over the finish-the-plate-syndrome, but I'm making progress.

I like this one a lot better than the Simpson's one.

You are Tweety.

You are cute, and everyone loves you. You are a best friend that
no one takes the chance of losing. You never hurt feelings and
seldom have your own feelings hurt. Life is a breeze. You are
witty, and calm most of the time. Just keep clear of back stabbers,
and you are worry-free.

From What cartoon character are you?

Chief Wiggam. Your persona could use some work.
Your fat, ugly, and just plain stupid. The
worst thing is you don't even know whats going
on. Enjoy being STUPID.


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The company that I work for is for sale. Unfortunately its time to start working on the resume. I registered with Monster.com today. I need to finish updating my resume by Sunday. I still haven't decided when I'm going to seriously start looking for something new. I work in IT doing infrastructure work--network, PC, phone systems, etc., so even in a worst case everyone-loses-their-job scenario, I would probably be needed for 2 to 3 months during the transition. However, in anything but a worst case scenario there will still be computers, networks and phones and I'll still have a job. But I need to prepare for the worst so that I'm ready. And if that means that I happen upon a job that's better than the one that I have, well so much the better for me! Ugh. I hate working on my resume...

You can visit rollerdoos journal by clicking on his name. He's been working on some great frisbee dyes, his latest and greatest being Tony the Tiger. Very cool!

My brother made his own journal. His journal is at http://www.livejournal.com/users/rollerdoos/

He has been dying lots of frisbees lately. His latest is Tony the Tiger and it is very cool looking.

Tonight I beat Tony Hawk Underground---or at least as much as I'm going to do. I beat the story mode back in November. Tonight I finished the last of the goals, collected all the hidden videos, and brought all of my stats up to 10. Its just a video game, but it feels like a real accomplishment anyway. If anyone wants to play THUG, Madden '04, NFSU, or SOCOM II online for PS2, just send me an e-mail.

I got my advanced copy of the Disc Golf World News today. 42 of my pictures are in there plus I think a few were re-run from previous issues as "stock" photos. They often don't credit all of them. I think sometimes the publisher doesn't keep very good track after he has used them the first time. Most of the pictures are from the Women's Nationals in Fall of '03. It's a quarterly magazine, so stuff from Fall '03 is still "new".

I am pleased that he ("he" being the publisher) used so many of my pictures. One of the pictures I took of Tree at the tournament was run, so I'm happy about that. He also mentions my work in the article and he sent me free stuff with my advance copy of the magazine.

However, not all of the shots that he chose to run are my best and I don't like the way he cropped some of them. Also, even though this tournament is a major, he didn't run the article in the color section of the magazine and all of the pictures are fairly small. I thought that I had some good candidates for a cover picture but he opted to run a picture from the "Men's" Nationals (it's not really called that, but only one woman has ever played the "open" version of Nationals) rather than Women's Nationals. At least its a good picture. I would have felt worse had he run a bad picture on the cover rather than one of my good ones.

Overall I am pleased. My talent for taking disc golf pictures is growing. I have been a good photographer for quite some time, but I just started, in the last two years, to meld my photography and disc golf hobbies. This year I'd like to pursue more ways to make money with my photography talent, but I haven't identified any other opportunities yet...keeping my eyes open though.

Season 5, episode 11:

Just after Willow sends the Troll to another world, the gang discusses what world he might have gone to. Willow said she was aiming for the Land of the Trolls, but since alternate universes never stay put its like "trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image and you should all just forget it."

So, according to this episode here are the alternate universes that exist. There are probably more since it seemed they were just giving examples and not making a complete list.

Land of the Trolls
Land of Perpetual Wednesday
Crazy Melty Land
The World Without Shrimp

I would never want to go to Land of Perpetual Wednesday, but Crazy Melty Land could be fun. Well at least until I wanted to enjoy a good cracker.

So, is there a reason why people use the non-word "teh" instead of "the" in some posts? I see it from the same people in a gaming board that I frequent and its use is far too common to just be one of the most common typos. Or is it? Is it cool or something? I know the gaming board is populated by a lot of teenagers. Is it a hip-hop thing? I must know!

This is what I'm thinking about while waiting for USERS to call me back. :)

how can I see
what will be tomorrow
today
how can I know
what to do today
for tomorrow
if I can’t see tomorrow
for today
stuck in this place
I can’t see
what will be tomorrow
today

I knew a girl
she said she knew
how did she know
she didn’t say
she said she’d be forever
then she died
if she really knew
then did she lie
she said she’d never leave me
she said she’d live a whole life
I guess she did
things she couldn’t have known
she did

why do I know
nothing
why do I see
nothing
why do I do
nothing

maybe tomorrow I’ll go
maybe tomorrow I’ll do
maybe tomorrow I’ll see

why am I so
terrified
why am I so
paralyzed

why can’t I know
why can’t I see
like she could

So, on Sunday my wife and I met one of her friends from High School, Kristy, and Kristy's husband and kids at a glow in the dark miniature golf place near our home. Kristy was back in town visiting her folks for Christmas and wanted to see my wife while she was in town. Since her folks have cats and both my wife and I are allergic (yes, I know, ironic seeing as what my on-line name is, but that's a different story) they decided to meet at the glow in the dark miniature golf place. For those that have never played glow in the dark miniature golf, let me explain. Imagine the 1970's threw up on an episode of the Flinstones in 3-D. The result would be glow in the dark miniature golf, the purpose of which, it seems, is to make the miniature golfer motion sick. Now, this isn't motion sick like on the rolling seas or a roller coaster. No this is a more insipid motion sickness where upon the miniature golfer suddenly finds it difficult to focus his eyes and other useful things like stand upright. So I, in my best forward thinking moment, decide not to play, but just to walk along and watch the kids play.



So, we met up with Kristy and her family and began to play, or in my case walk along. The glow in the dark effect is done with black lights and bright phosphorous paint on the various Flinstone-esque architecture. And as the kids were playing and the adults were talking I was curious how the whole miniature golf thing got started. Well, I found out, with a little research, that Frieda Carter invented miniature golf in 1929 and patented it as "Tom Thumb Golf." I have no idea what Frieda's intentions were in going about creating miniature golf, but I have no doubt that it was to make me dizzy and fall over. And as we walked around the course it occurred to me that the scenery kept on moving long after I stopped walking. I was having trouble judging distances, I had to take a break and head for the lobby. Curse that Frieda Carter!



After the glow in the dark miniature golf round was done, the rest of our party met me in the lobby and we headed out for pizza. This was regular pizza and not some kind of glow in the dark "improvement" on pizza. Which got me to thinking that its not really the inventor of miniature golf that I have a problem with, it's the person who invented the black light. The person who invented the black light seems to be about as easy to figure out as who invented the light bulb. In grade school we were all taught that Thomas Alva Edison invented the light bulb, but that's just because its an easy answer and a good story wrought with the overachieving Edison taking 5 minute "cat naps" instead of sleeping all night like the rest of us. Anyway, in truth the invention of the light bulb was a group effort and even a global one, and thus, if appears, is the coating of the inside of light bulbs, fluorescent and otherwise, to create the black light effect. For the purposes of this journal entry, I'm going to blame John "Pop" Thompson Shannon for helping to perfect the fluorescent and ultraviolet technologies, for it is only with these improvements that there is a black light that is marketable and usable in a commercial setting.



Without the ability to do this research at the pizza place, I wasn't really blaming John "Pop" Thompson Shannon by name, but blaming him I did none the less. We finished our pizza and finished our talking and went on our ways. Kristy and her family to their hotel room, my wife and our family to our home. Our home, where my daughter has the most delightful black light in her room. We enjoy turning it on and playing with glow in the dark stuff or just seeing what "looks cool" in the black light of her room. So, on the drive home I realize that my discomfort is NOT John "Pop" Thompson Shannon's fault either. I like black lights for their intended purpose. That is seeing what stuff looks like in their light.



So whose fault was it that I was dizzy and generally discombobulated feeling. A feeling I might add that was only alleviated by copious amounts of pizza and a little beer! Now it finally occurs to me. I bet that both Frieda Carter AND John "Pop" Thompson Shannon are to blame. I imagine Frieda Carter walking down a street in one direction and John "Pop" Thompson Shannon walking down the very same street at the same time but in the opposite direction. Frieda Carter strutting down the street with her miniature golf and John "Pop" Thompson Shannon strolling along with his black light. Fate steps in and they don't see each other. A collision occurs. Frieda Carter says to John "Pop" Thompson Shannon: "You got black light in my miniature golf!" To which John "Pop" Thompson Shannon replies: "Well you got miniature golf in my black light!"

It's an art, a science, a sport, and a past time all in one. The mighty frisbee. I play disc golf, or frisbee golf. Whammo likes to say it owns the name Frisbee(R), so I use frisbee.

I didn't throw today. I haven't thrown since my birthday a week ago and I miss it. I find it hard to go out during the winter and throw, but then I find it hard to do anything during the winter. I think I'd hybernate, if I had the choice. The funny thing is, is that once I get out there, I do have fun...just the get going that I have trouble with. I suppose in an alternate world, sitting on the couch is hard, and getting going is easy...suppose broccoli tastes like chocolate there also.

So, that's what I'm up thinking about tonight. That tomorrow I should go out and throw and let the Lazy Boy lose its depression for a little while. Maybe...