brain dumpage
November 24, 2011 :: 4:24 PM
bu vs northeastern :: agganis arena :: 2010 - 2011 season
Spent an hour or two going through some old pictures… found a few I really loved.
Thinking about a redesign for here… again.
I’ve been blogging since the late 1990s. In February 2000, I bought tamaranicole.com… I didn’t get my own domain until I’d been blogging for a while and realized this was something I was going to be doing for a long time. 4 years here and it will be (at least) 12 years in February since I started this nonsense. No wonder I’m feeling bored and restless again. It’s time to do… something. I have no idea where that’s going to lead, but it’s time. I’m bored with social media. I’m even bored with blogging, but I’m not ready to close up shop. Not yet.
My jr. ninja is working out well… the restaurant just opened, and we’re experiencing some serious hiccups, but it wasn’t unexpected. At least I was counting on them to happen. There’s only so much you can do to straighten out a clusterfuck, but that’s on tap for first thing Monday morning. She’s been picking up my slack so that I can focus on the shitshow that opening a restaurant is. I’m still getting used to the idea that I’m someone’s boss, but for as much drag as she’s putting on my day to day flow, she’s also been a huge lifesaver.
This weekend, my only plan is to get better. One of my coworkers told me I had bronchitis and then she told me how to get rid of it. (That’s how insane it’s been between work, school, and having a life. I didn’t realize how long it’d been since I started hacking up my lungs. I’m glad that someone was paying attention. *grin*) Well, D knows her shit. I’m on day two of her “prescription” and I’m already feeling loads better. Of course, I probably bought enough drugs containing pseudoephedrine to cause the police to start paying attention to my CVS purchase history. (Interesting fact: Seabrook was home to one of the largest meth busts in New England. They probably take that shit REAL seriously around here.) If the versions that don’t contain pseudoephedrine worked half as well, I wouldn’t buy nearly as much of the good stuff as I do.
And on that note, it’s time to eat some turkey.
Have a happy Thanksgiving everyone!