tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56571022010-03-01T10:20:31.453-05:00:malicious user:"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitmanbobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-66693665736135039102008-09-11T19:35:00.000-04:002008-09-11T19:36:44.118-04:007 years later......the scars still ache...bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-32365757000725150502008-03-02T18:29:00.002-05:002008-03-02T18:33:29.274-05:0010,000 hours10,000 hoursthat's how many hours researchers say make a virtuoso. effective today, i've got six hours under the belt. at least, since i started counting. so that's what, 9994 hours to go?friggin' F chord is killing me.bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-4337648744866920732007-08-03T21:22:00.000-04:002007-08-03T21:32:11.921-04:00occipital neuralgiaSeems I have occipital neuralgia, which is latin for flaming railroad spikes piercing your head and coming out your eyeball. just started the meds, which are slated to start kicking in in about 7 days of incessant pain that ranges from who is slapping my skull with a rubber mallet to shutthehellupandgetawayfrommebecauseiwanttokillakittenbutyouwilldojustfine. right now i'm bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-11476163830326616952007-05-30T18:02:00.000-04:002007-05-30T18:15:20.319-04:00reason #217 not to smokebecause somewhere down the the line, when you are in the funtime throws of stage 3 inoperable small-cell lung cancer, it will be sunny and 76 degrees out. and you will not be able to go out and lay in the sun, because your skin will be too sensitive to the uv (especially since the side effects of your cancer medication make you look and feel like the hot-tub victim from bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-77683403146232415812007-04-21T09:01:00.000-04:002007-04-21T09:02:33.857-04:00in memoriami found this rush song running through my head this week. enough said."The Pass"Proud swagger out of the school yardWaiting for the world's applauseRebel without a conscienceMartyr without a causeStatic on your frequencyElectrical storm in your veinsRaging at unreachable gloryStraining at invisible chainsAnd now you're trembling on a rocky ledgeStaring down into a heartless seaCan't bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-34540219436073896542007-04-08T19:24:00.000-04:002007-04-09T07:57:47.318-04:00so THAT'S what the tag line meansman, i've really got to start checking my own blog more often.thanks, patricia, miss bliss, and, of course, his drewness, for checking in and commenting.it's easter, and i'm really starting to feel stuck between generations. i'm living with my parents (the elders, as drew would say) and they are miraculously healthy considering their age. being a holiday, my bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-37628382532937863862007-03-30T20:32:00.000-04:002007-03-30T20:33:23.811-04:00in others' wordsto quote james woods, just when i think i've hit rock bottom, another rung breaks on the ladder of destiny.three letters: i.r.s.bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-24431690578395119402007-02-13T07:21:00.000-05:002007-02-09T11:19:03.182-05:00quotes d'jourwhat yeast lifts these leaders into power?-jeanne schulerwatch out, guard against the leaven of the pharisees.-mark, 8:15bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-3314585862095537532007-02-09T11:18:00.001-05:002007-02-09T08:01:57.165-05:00relatively speakingtoday has good, except for the part when i was reduced to banging my head on my desk.bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-31218836607362431122007-02-09T07:59:00.000-05:002007-02-09T07:59:20.466-05:00small packagesgot a package in the post yesterday. what is one's personal geek factor when one of these makes you ridiculously happy?bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1170935614803162992007-02-08T06:51:00.000-05:002007-02-08T06:53:34.813-05:00the good, the bad, and the uglythe good: my omron scale and pedometer arrivedthe bad: that means the diet officially starts nowthe ugly: the pedometer got pushed off my belt by my encroaching gutbobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1170020256021136072007-01-28T16:28:00.001-05:002007-01-28T16:37:36.023-05:00some specialty martinis that didn't make it to the menu.DietPepsitiniGentianVioletiniEyeOfNewtinibobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1161746602934912852006-10-24T23:10:00.001-04:002006-10-24T23:23:22.936-04:007 days in a sentraif i don't write this now, i never will. marc horowitz is the star of a nissan ad campaign designed to show off the roominess of their new sentra. marc has a blog about spending 7 days in a sentra. that's 7 (not seven) days in a sentra. just to make sure google catches it: 7 days in a sentra.big fucking deal.there are an estimated 3.5 million people that will experience bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1161143315974907342006-10-17T23:45:00.000-04:002006-10-17T23:48:35.986-04:00the mediocrity-go-roundi passed a co-worker today on my way to wherever, and he needed to confer with me on a fuque'up d'jour. "hey," he said, "i hope you're not going anywhere."i replied, "i'm 40 years old and i'm in lower management. isn't it obvious?"bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1160758209003028222006-10-13T12:48:00.000-04:002006-10-13T12:52:01.510-04:00form follows dysfunctioni'm completing a direct-deposit application yesterday. Box 4 instructs me to write in my "Bank ID (first 8 digits of the routing number)". Ok, scribble scribble scribble. Box 5 instructs me to write in the "Bank SCD (Self-Checking Digit - the last digit of the routing number)". Ok, scribble. Box 6 instructs me to fill in my account number. Scribbledee scribble.The bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1160440331274894032006-10-09T20:30:00.000-04:002006-10-09T20:32:11.286-04:00older and (un)wiserhere's a bit of advice: no matter how big a procrastinator you may be, it's generally not a good idea to keep avoiding those letters from the infernal revenue service.bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1159142354372174502006-09-24T19:57:00.000-04:002006-09-24T19:59:14.383-04:00roberto furioso (with apologies to Ludovico Ariosto and Antonio Vivaldi)you know those human-outline targets they use at the rifle range? (i do. i wasn't half-bad with a rifle.) imagine taking a shotgun to one at about 25 yards, or maybe 50 yards. that's what the PET scan showed. too small and scattered to use radiation, and unresponsive to chemo. so now we're trying targeted medicinal therapy. bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1158540191925114572006-09-17T20:42:00.000-04:002006-09-17T20:43:11.936-04:00it was a pretty good day.i spoke with my daughter, who is doing well in school and got the cast off her arm and is over her pneumonia. my son was "stuffing waffles in his mouth," which was an acceptable reason to not come to the phone. i put a tank on the wheelchair and angel and i enjoyed the blue sky and fresh air and warm temperatures as we made our way to the market for orecchiette and bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1157979106192099372006-09-11T08:32:00.000-04:002006-09-11T08:51:46.203-04:008:46am bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1152297003104344742006-07-07T14:29:00.000-04:002006-07-07T14:30:03.116-04:00a break in the (in)actioni've decided to take a blogging break, so i can focus my energies on lifestuff that needs more attention than i've been giving it (not like i've been blogging up a storm, anyway). i wish you all a great summer, and i'll see you in september.hmmm...there's a song in there somewhere...bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1151506938034261852006-06-28T11:01:00.000-04:002006-06-28T11:02:18.050-04:00misinterpretationi didn't give you that look because you're a minority.i gave you that look because you're an idiot.don't confuse prejudice with misanthropy.bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1151090564906849922006-06-23T15:20:00.000-04:002006-06-23T15:22:44.916-04:00diskless wondermy mofo-710 burner is acting up big time this week (item #4 on the list of things that make me behave in an irrationally uncivilized manner). so if anyone needs a coaster, a sun-catcher, or just a plain ol' useless polycarbonate plastic and aluminum disk, lemme know.i've just about got a spindle of them here.in other news: do i plan to try this this weekend? yes, yes i do.bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1150510823693968112006-06-16T22:16:00.000-04:002006-06-16T22:20:23.703-04:00days four and five of vacation . . .. . . were delightfully unremarkable. except that sometimes my cooking rocks so much i'd marry me.so instead of insipid remarks, i offer the following threats:1. what do you remember in this light?2. what do you smell?3. what were you like before you gained control?4. what was his/her name, that time you almost made the wrong choice?bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1150377087139333452006-06-15T09:09:00.000-04:002006-06-15T09:11:27.153-04:00day three of vacationanother little victory. the doctor agreed to lower the dosage of the pain medicine.bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657102.post-1150253243961055392006-06-13T22:31:00.000-04:002006-06-13T22:47:24.036-04:00day two of vacationfirstlies, thank you to all of you who continue to send me comments and private notes of support. it does make a difference. it's especially warming when it comes from people who are strangers beyond the net.and now, on with today's show.the morning was incredibly frustrating (and parts of the afternoon as well), as zombie girl was in full force ("do we have any mustard" meant bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516087160973417350noreply@blogger.com0