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January 13, 2004
ancient pre-blog jimbo artifact uncovered
I can't believe it, but I'm still a bright shade of cherry red on several parts of my body. I am also coated with a thin veneer of dried aloe vera gel. I'm afraid it's going to peel, and I'm going to look just precious when I take my shirt off at the Reaction dance on Sunday night (with DJ Chris Cox of Thunderpuss...Cox all night!). I only got about one hour of sleep Sunday night because there were so few positions that were painless, so I skipped outta work on Monday as I was pretty much worthless on Monday. Dumb dumb dumb. I showed the horrid assburn to Gurl last night and she warned me to stay away from any male baboons in the area, lest they be tempted by my scarlet crack.
I had dinner with Bob and the 'mouse last night at the drippingly gay cafe attached to Results, the Big Gay Gym in DC. The food was good and it had the coolest urinal I've ever peed in. It's like this waterfall with changing mood lights that you pee in. I was impressed. Anyway, it was nice to chat with Bob and dish with John, but I couldn't help notice the folks at the table next to us. They were remarkably hyper, anxious and nervous acting...fucking Tina (crystal meth) again. I'm really starting to hate her. When guys in their 30s are squirming like two year-olds at a restraunt (or getting fucked without protection or sleep for 72 hours straight during the course of a weekend) it kinda pisses me off. I guess more of a rant later, and I know I have ranted about the stuff before. It has really become a problem.
My hometown buddy Travis from Madison sent me an ancient pre-blog jimbo artifact the other day...an issue of my summer newsletter I was sending out while I was working in Alaska. It's funny because I had completely forgotten I had written them up, in the newsletter I'm pretty much bitching about the same things I bitch about today, and that I'm still doing newsletters, just in a blog format. Many things do not change I guess.
On the subject of newsletters and such, I've decided I'm going to pursue a Master's Specialization in Online Journalism here at the University where I work. I take my GRE at the end of this month. Since tuition is free, I'd be a fool not to go for it. Initially I had wanted to go for advanced schooling in Resource Management, but the calculus and algebra required spooked me off. Plus, I'd only get such a degree to gain expertise in the subject matter, but ultimately would be doing what I'm doing now anyway, so why punish myself with advanced math? The online journalism approach should be a breeze, considering I've been doing that sort of thing for over a decade.
Posted by jimbo at January 13, 2004 10:06 AM
Comments
Yay! Jimbo has direction. Congrats...it sounds very exciting. After you complete the degree, does this mean I have to call you "master"?
Posted by: Bubba at January 13, 2004 10:37 AM
It depends on the scene...and my mood.
Posted by: jimbo at January 13, 2004 10:43 AM
The first time I met Mr. Stebbins, we had brunch at Results, and the urinal blew me away. We were both kinda like, "did I just pee in what I think I just peed in? Was that really the urinal?"
Posted by: 'meat at January 13, 2004 7:28 PM
math is fun! the glories of infinestimals! the wonder of generating series!
Posted by: tmohk at January 13, 2004 9:09 PM
At first I was unsure of wether or not I should pee in that waterfall urinal. But then the moving water made me have to go so I did.
Math is not fun.
Posted by: jimbo at January 13, 2004 9:32 PM
You could always get 'Tardicus to do your math homework for you.
Posted by: chrisafer at January 14, 2004 10:29 AM