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Sleepy Time Junction

The most ironic part of telling someone that you have to have a 'sleep study' is that they instantly think that you're going to go do nothing but sleep soundly whilst being observed. This is only partly true.

There is a camera and mic in the room. And a control room from which I am monitored throughout the night.

But the 'sleeping soundly' part is bullshit.

 Last night was, without a doubt, one of the worst nights of sleep I have had in quite some time. And I found out last night that the CPAP that I'd been using for the last 14 years was really only doing a slightly better than marginal job. My mouth still opened during the night. I still snored (both of which my wife will attest to). Not to mention the damn thing was really starting to annoy me.

This was the sky at dusk as I was getting wired up for the sleep study.

What's that? Oh...yeah....seriously, I was wired up. I'm pretty sure this is what the aliens did to me, too. It all seemed so oddly famil…

For a facsimile we must admit

Doug E. Fresh is good and makes a perfect fit...

Sorry...went back to my old school roots there for a second. There's probably 3 people reading this. Well, there might be more. But there's probably 3 people of the 5 people that read this blog with any kind of regularity (Todd's Blog, now with more Fiber!!)...anyway, what was I saying? Oh right. There are 3 people of the 4 dentists' patients who chew gum that will know what the title and first line of today's post reference. The rest of you can you tube it. I'm sure it's pretty high near the top of your search results.

I got a little chuckle today at lunch (which is to say, about 10 minutes ago, since I'm technically still AT lunch. I'm in the middle of a little Words With Friends action and decided to test the limits of the lexicon by playing a little Danzig. Words was having none of it.

Which, really is kind of a bummer. It won't let you play "jawa" either. And I'm pretty sure th…

Awwwwww....and the forging of the rings

This post (as most of my blogging posts of late) serves a dual purpose.  The first is to give me something to look back on from some time in the future and get a sense of where my head was at at the time. The second is really just to amuse anyone who might be reading it. In other's a way for me to get that sh*t that's rattling around in my head OUT of my head. To make way, usually, for more things to seep in and rattle around.

Great. Now that we got that out of the way, we now paws for a moment of extreme cuteness:

Awwwww.  He's so cute when he's all balled up and sleepytime. Max is generally a good pup....when he's not being all barky at nothing for no reason and dorkified. 
Speaking of Sleepytime....I watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympics Friday night, because, well...TV had me convinced it would be mostly un-American to skip out on such programming.  I have to pretty much kicked ass. I also have to say that they really should have st…

Days Dan Confused

I may have mentioned about my long work week last week. Please keep in mind, that was not a bitch fest. And while I can honestly say I was tired as sh*t at the end of the week, I can also honestly say that when you are in the midst of a fantastic company, the occasional long day and week doesn't really become that much of an issue. I've bought in to the fact that it's a fantastic company to work for. So, I want to do my part to make it kick ass.

And brothers and sisters, that's a welcome change of pace for me.

Anyway, because of the week last week, I was going to take today off as a sort of comp day. I had big plans of working on some photography related things and also maybe finally get the downstairs area organized.

Then the fun storm rolled through last night.

As soon as I saw it get dark at work, I texted my wife. "If we lose power, we're getting a generator. Period"

With 3 90degree days on the horizon, I wasn't going to go through that isht again…

How Easy Do You Think It Is?

I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I'm not a huge fan of basketball. But I am a fan of Michael Jordon. The man is inspirational.

Check this out:

That's one of my favorite Jordan commercials. And no...none of what I just typed is the secret.
Here's the secret.
I struggle...EVERY DAY with this weight loss journey I'm on.
Every. Single. Day.
Please don't take this the wrong way. I'm very happy that I inspire you (if, in fact, I do) to want to be healthier. 
But you can't use me as your barometer.  You can not look at my total numbers and think that you can do it. "If Todd can do it, so can I" will NOT fly if you are serious about this.
If you're going to do this..and be serious about it succeeding, you're going to have to look to one person and only one person.
You. If I'm your measuring stick, you're going to fail. I'm going to tell you that right now. If you're comparing yourself to me, you're doing us both …

Sleep! Doctor's Orders

So....the sleep study that I thought was last night...

wait, before I get going on that. Did I really just start the post with 'so'?  I hate it when people do that in actual conversation, because it usually means that they are just talking over whomever just said something, or want all attention focused on what they are about to say, as though you should stop and give them your undivided attention. Well, I guess in that case it makes sense that I started the post out that way, but damn. I hate catching myself doing things that bug the crap out of me when other people do them. Seriously. I don't think very many people use the word 'so' correctly in conversation these days.

adverb.  thus - such - too - also - that

Which, if you look, none of those words would make sense where I used 'so' previously. So, I guess I used it incorrectly.

Bad Todd. Heh.

Do you ever have entire conversations with people in your head and then get mad at them when they don't reme…

Hey You! Who said that? Baby how you been?

One of these days I'll do a post where the title isn't a song lyric. Today is not that day.
Tomorrow's not looking good either.

So...this week has been a LONNNNNNNNNNG week at work. I think I worked about 60 hours. With the longest day being yesterday. Pulled a 13 hour shift. Solo. It's actually not as bad as it sounds.

I guess that's the difference. felt like a long week. And by 9 O'Clock last night, I was ready to go. But I still love my job. nearly 4 months in and I still think it's the best career move I've made.

Which is freakin' awesome!!

Speaking of awesome...the day started off with the scale telling me I was down to 268.4!! Which, if you're keeping score at home, is 60lbs lost since November! Must be a week of 60's.  Now, I'm realistic...I know it's going to fluctuate a bit before it steadies in the 60's...but it was still a great way to start the day.

And then, there was the drive in to work. I love love LOVE …


Note to self....

Dear Future Todd,
I know at one point you used to think that ANY pickle was a good pickle. And for the most part, your 40 years of existence in this lifetime has born that out.

Until now.

Please, when this jar is finished (because it's a shame to waste even a bad pickle), but PLEASE do not ever buy 'Sugar Free Bread and Butter Pickle Chips' again.

Splenda doesn't work in pickles. Period.

Thank you
Present Todd

Earth Was Moving Time Stood Still

It's been a crazy week. That's not really as much of an overstatement as it might seem. We've got a couple of people on vacation at I've been having to work some longer hours and shifts that I don't normally work. 
The funny thing about it is, I don't mind at all. 
Have I covered this already? I kind of think that I might have. I am feeling a bit too lazy right now, though to actually pull up previous blog posts and see.
And like any pseudo-intellectual positing thoughts of cerebral anarchy on the interwebs, I start every awesome-sauce post out by titling it with a semi-obscure song lyric from a classically 'alternative' track.
Oh, and pictures of clouds. We can't forget them.

Ahhhh. Much better. Speaking of work, I'm a bit of a goofball sometimes. I'm pretty sure they are at once both pleased and slightly frightened that they hired me. We had a fan in the server room (in case one of the AC units died)...unfortunately, it's de…

Cutting to the Core of this Apple Shite really cool thing about getting a Mac from a business that had it all tricked out for pre-press imaging is that I have Adobe CS4 already loaded and shit's dialed in for that.

The not so really cool thing is that there's all this other stuff on there which, for a printing company-is pretty much a requisite. For a up and coming photographer, not so much. So I have a feeling that the next couple weeks are going to be spent tweaking and dialing in the machine to make sure that it's running at its optimum for what I'm going to be using it for.

I'm still completely pumped. :-)

In other news...I saw the sleep doc yesterday. Well, technically I saw the sleep nurse practitioner yesterday. But she assessed me and determined that yes, after 14 years since the last sleep study, it was probably time that I do another. And it looks like I'll be getting a new CPAP machine. A smaller, quieter one hopefully. No more sleeping in Darth Vader's bathroom for me. I'…

Ain't Nothin' But A G Thang, Baby

You can't really see it too well from this pic (thank you Instagram), but that's a G5 MacPro under my desk and 2 Mac Cinema Displays (of differing vintages, but same size) atop the desk.

This is another step in the dream. Courtesy of my parents. No, Mommy and Daddy didn't run out to the Apple store and buy Toddy a new Mac for his photography. They put years and years in to building their business. This was a production machine for their graphic arts and print company. And this summer, they are closing up shop.

Rather than mess with eBay or Craig's List (and all the ensuing hassle that comes with selling a used computer), they knew that it would greatly help my photography business along (what aspiring photographer can't use a G5 pre-loaded with Adobe CS4 Design Suite? Yeah. I can't think of one either).

Needless to say, I'm stoked. This machine represents a significant chunk of what was once their dream and is going to help me grow and foster mine. Both fr…


So...apparently FB was a little more integrated with certain functions of my phone than I had previously realized. There are certain things that nearly a month after killing the account I'm noticing.

The main oddity is when I get text messages. These are from people that clearly know me...aspects of my favorite brand of mid-80's sneaker.That kind of thing.

And I have no clue who they are because all that comes across in the text message is a phone number. So...if I ask 'who is this', please don't get offended. I probably never knew your number to begin with and when I deleted my facebook account, I lost the link to that kind of information (see, if you are fb friends with someone who has their phone number listed in their profile, it will show up in the contacts of your smart phone almost as if by magic). So...break that connection, lose the contact (in more ways than one at times).

Speaking of re-connecting. I went back to my old Karaoke stomping grounds l…

Bite Size Morsels of Who Gives A Rat's Ass

Heh. Bitter much Cocheese?
Meh. Not much.
I was putting laundry...well...from one thing to the other (either washer to dryer or dryer to basket, can't quite remember quite which now) and I walked by the boy playing Mine Craft. And I got one of those 'magnet's stuck in my head. You know the ones I mean...where they take and old timey looking pic and put something snarky on it. Mine would say:  "Yes, I'm familiar with MineCraft. Building shit with blocks. When I was a kid, we called them 'LEGOs'."
And I laughed and cursed, very nearly simultaneously because it's bite-sized bits of wit (wit-bits) if you will, that would have blown up oldTodd's Facebook wall. feel somewhat vindicated, I put it on Google+, to die in relative obscurity.
Speaking of vindication...had a great time tonight with C.J. and Shayne, both of whom are fellow ex-Pats from the place I used to work. It was great to see them...laugh..share the worlds best egg rolls...and …

They Just Keep Staring

Last week was definitely an off week. Not having power for 7 days blew chunks. And it got me off my routine. Which up to that point was, wake up, hit the bike and watch a bad B-movie of the action genre whilst riding. Kinda hard to do that when there's no power for the Internet Router...makes streaming Netflix a bit tough.

I didn't do so great on meals last week either. Called the pizza delivery guy quite a bit. Needless to say I've got a few extra pounds I need to shed. Damn power outage. I wonder if I can sue AEP for my obesity (I'm sure stranger things have happened in our litigious society).

So...I've tried a couple of times to fight the urge for King Dons (or Ding Dongs depending on which part of the country you're in) and the past two times I've got them from the vending machine, they have been mangled to the point where I don't even want to eat I wind up throwing them away. Today I reasoned that the Ho-Ho's that were in there were ju…

Seasons Don't Fear The Reaper

I can say, pretty much without a doubt, that I'm not the same person I was 3 weeks ago. I don't really know what I expected when I quit Facebook.

Actually. Fuck that. Thousands of people quit Facebook every day. Who cares. I'm not going to be known all over the world as the 'guy who quit Facebook'. Heh.

I start posts with that because it's easy. And on some level, I want it to be a bigger deal than it seems to be. But it's not. Seriously. It's not. I miss a handful of the people, and none of the bullshit.

Going on without power (sorry--had to stop typing to count). The rumor is that it will be restored by Sunday. If so, that would make 10 days without power. Only 3 of those were truly without. We rented a generator 3 days ago and have been running our fridge and a few fans off of it (and charging the occasional mobile device). So, we have not truly been without power...but it's been pretty sucky.

It's also the 4th of July (but this w…

Everything's Venn

I'd like to start off this post (which really, isn't too far after the last post) with a Venn Diagram. But I don't have one.

I popped over a did a few paragraphs in the other book for a bit, but I found that what was rattling around in my head was not so much shit that was ripe for that book, but rather shit that just needed to be out of my head.

I have to say that it's amusing to me the number of people lighting off their shitty roman candles while there's thunder and Hello? Mother Nature will trump you every time, Dude. Seriously.

And there goes the NewsChannel 4 Alert. Thunderstorm blah blah blah for Franklin County until 2AM. Yes. We know.

Ok...seriously...the mo'fo's in my neighborhood need to stop with this bullshit at 11. I still have to get up and go to work.

I'm going to try to just chill out here until I feel the first drops.

Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I typed that, the first drops hit.

It's now about 30 minutes later …