9,863 Days

Album Cover: Plans

"And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time."
Death Cab / What Sarah Said

Posted on October 17, 2006 11:58 PM in Personal
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The last handful of days has been interesting. It just so happens to be one of those unfortunate years of my life where my birthday falls on a Monday. I spent the weekend trying to compensate for that, but when you combine the unfortunate timing with the fact that I pulled a 12-hour day at work yesterday, it's a tough call.

On Saturday I took my girlfriend to the Huskies game. We won't go there.

On Sunday, we drove to Best Buy to get some brand spankin' new subs installed in my car (birthday present from my girlfriend). I sure have missed the low frequencies ever since my previous system got jacked by some scumbag(s).

Unfortunately, because they needed to install new internal speakers and the amp as well, they said it was going to take about 4 hours longer than we had expected. So there we were down at Southcenter Mall with no car and plenty of time to kill. We had decided to TiVo (yes, I'm using it as a verb) the Seahawks game so we wouldn't have to quit watching halfway through to leave for the Best Buy appointment. That made the rest of our day difficult though, especially given that we felt like eating at Red Robin. The hostess looked at us like we were crazy when we specifically requested to be seated somewhere where the game was out-of-sight. Just as we were finishing up our food we heard a collective gasp from the bar area and knew we needed to make like a tree and get out of there.

After that we picked up some very expensive sunglasses (when you're with a girl long enough you stop asking and just dispense with the credit card) at Nordstrom and then made our way to the nearest bus stop. Luckily my girlfriend is well-versed in the ways of the Seattle-area transit system, so after a 15-minute bus ride we were dropped off less than a block from our house.

Next thing we knew, we were finally in front of the TV watching the Seahawks game, knowing that something was up after all the mutterings and gasps we had heard over the course of the day. We were not-so-pleasantly surprised by Tory Holt's amazing catch late in the fourth quarter, but as a former wide receiver, I've gotta give him props. Luckily, after some clock management that almost made up for that of last year's Super Bowl, the Seahawks were able to pull out the win on the shoulders of their kicker, Josh Brown. What a finish!

So the weekend was interesting, to say the least. My actual birthday, other than the thoughtful phone calls I received from friends and family throughout the day, ended up being nothing more than a really bad Monday – too much work to do and not enough time. But that's behind me now, I'm 27 years old, and according to beatcanvas.com I have been alive for roughly 9,864 days (9,863 as of my birthday).

Hopefully this on-the-verge-of-stream-of-consciousness post will make sense to readers other than myself, but if not, I apologize. At the very least, it's helping me satisfy one of my blog's goals.

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Ian Clifton on October 18, 2006 at 8:45 AM:

It made sense to me, but I've been fighting some sort of micro-organism army for a couple of days now. New speakers were one of the first things I started looking at for my car. The stock ones would have been decent back when it was new, but they were pretty bad as the car had aged and they certainly weren't loud enough with the t-tops off. I ended up making a simple amp rack to mount the amp and crossovers on, but never got around to doing any of the nicer things I had in mind.

Not sure what to say about the thieves that isn't obvious. That pisses me off too. I had the foglights literally ripped from my car (bending the custom brackets I had made) last year. Maybe a month later someone tried to steal my car, but luckily the campus police happened to be suspicious... It's probably a good thing that they had him in the back of the police cruiser by the time I got there... when they gave me that big, black, metal, police flashlight, I had some interesting thoughts... Speaking of sunglasses, he tried to steal the Oakleys from my car and told the police they were his (because everyone wears sunglasses in the middle of the night when in someone else's car) and that the car was "open."

I've just been catching the game highlights via a widget I have on my work computer. The superbowl pissed me off a lot, so I have had a hard time fitting games into my schedule... It's slightly satisfying to see that the Steelers have lost 3 of their 5 season games and ALL FOUR of their preseason games, but I haven't watched any games so I can't say how well "Team Referees" is doing.

Well, I better quit rambling. Happy birthday. Hopefully the rest of the week will improve for you.

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Bernie Zimmermann on October 18, 2006 at 8:17 PM:

Thanks, Ian. My week actually is going better at this point. It sounds like we've had some similar experiences when it comes to cars. Whenever someone messes with mine or I hear about someone else's being messed with, I always think of John Travolta's line in Pulp Fiction about messing (I think he used a different word) with another man's automobile (look it up).

Oh, and feel free to ramble here anytime. Misery loves company ;)

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