....well, friend, that's too long.
So, I haven't updated in 2 weeks. Sorry. I know - being the coolest freakin' guy on the planet, everybody has probably been biting their nails wondering that the heck Chris has been up to.
Not much, really. Things are copacetic. Trying to work more, get a side project finished here in the lab by the end of summer so my name will actually return a hit on PubMed.com. Also trying to get the pwg stuff back in gear.
WoW play is in effect, but under control, unlike a while ago.
My iPod is broke, and being an incredibly dumb idiot, I waited until it lapsed from it's 1-year-warranty to register a repair request with Apple. Now I'm sending it to a third-party company for repair. Probably going to be a hundred bucks to get it fixed. Good thing I'm filthy, stinking rich.
I'm going to buy another soccer ball. The Feroni isn't holding air anymore.
In case you're wondering, The Feroni is a soccer ball that I stole from a 10 year old a few years ago. I believe I was in the middle of my summer rotation when one day a few of us decided to walk out to someone's car and take an off-campus lunch. As we enter the parking lot, which is bordered on one side by a bunch of soccer fields (these are heavily used by soccer camps for little kids during the summer), I find a soccer ball sitting between some cars. Instead of punting it back to the kids like I should, instead I pick it up and decide to have some fun dribbling it as we walk to the car, thinking I'll toss it back onto the field when we get back from lunch.
When we got back, the soccer camp kids were gone. I feel pretty bad about it, since some poor kid named Ted (I think the name on it said "Ted Ferone") probably got bitched out by his parents for not being responsible enough to keep track of his dang ball, so anyway, the next day I decide I'll take the ball and see if the kids are back. They weren't.
Heck, I even looked up the name on the soccer ball to see if there were some telephone numbers or something - I could never find anything. So yeah, I wound up keeping The Feroni (we changed the name as an inside joke, basing the new name loosely on one of our friend's names) and I've kept it in my car (both the Volvo and the Taurus) for almost three years now.
Man, wasn't that story intensely interesting?
Not much, really. Things are copacetic. Trying to work more, get a side project finished here in the lab by the end of summer so my name will actually return a hit on PubMed.com. Also trying to get the pwg stuff back in gear.
WoW play is in effect, but under control, unlike a while ago.
My iPod is broke, and being an incredibly dumb idiot, I waited until it lapsed from it's 1-year-warranty to register a repair request with Apple. Now I'm sending it to a third-party company for repair. Probably going to be a hundred bucks to get it fixed. Good thing I'm filthy, stinking rich.
I'm going to buy another soccer ball. The Feroni isn't holding air anymore.
In case you're wondering, The Feroni is a soccer ball that I stole from a 10 year old a few years ago. I believe I was in the middle of my summer rotation when one day a few of us decided to walk out to someone's car and take an off-campus lunch. As we enter the parking lot, which is bordered on one side by a bunch of soccer fields (these are heavily used by soccer camps for little kids during the summer), I find a soccer ball sitting between some cars. Instead of punting it back to the kids like I should, instead I pick it up and decide to have some fun dribbling it as we walk to the car, thinking I'll toss it back onto the field when we get back from lunch.
When we got back, the soccer camp kids were gone. I feel pretty bad about it, since some poor kid named Ted (I think the name on it said "Ted Ferone") probably got bitched out by his parents for not being responsible enough to keep track of his dang ball, so anyway, the next day I decide I'll take the ball and see if the kids are back. They weren't.
Heck, I even looked up the name on the soccer ball to see if there were some telephone numbers or something - I could never find anything. So yeah, I wound up keeping The Feroni (we changed the name as an inside joke, basing the new name loosely on one of our friend's names) and I've kept it in my car (both the Volvo and the Taurus) for almost three years now.
Man, wasn't that story intensely interesting?
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