It looks as though I am on one of my blog writing blitzes again for here's another in just a few days. Perhaps I am motivated to scribe my thoughts because I will reach the milestone of #50 in my next writing. I suppose it could very well be appropriate if I write at some lengths, yet this will be all I shall say upon it for writing about writing something else is just plain silly.

I have further proof to validate that I have geek undertones. This morning, I found myself sitting in my truck and needing to free up a cup holder slot. So, I grabbed an "empty" can, bent in two and had the intentions to use my hand agility to throw it back in the truck bed. As is turns out, I just wound up throwing it right back at myself and the "empty" can wasn't so empty. I found my upper left leg to entwined with a corporate sponsor of Diet Vanilla Coke. Fair enough, perhaps just a fluke I suppose. So, I go to work and though I no longer saw anything, I figured I'd stop by the men's room to remove any possibility of a Coke stain. So, I wadded up a paper towel, drenched it with water, and rubbed it on my upper leg only to realize too late the effects that pertain to drenching that location. Egad! I did what I could to get back to my desk, but the Administrative Building on campus gets a lot of traffic.

Mornings: they really are useless. Give me the night any day.

For whatever reason, that last remark reminded me to take pictures of my new place for the fans of WOB out there. I suppose it might be a part of the fiftieth blog extravaganza! There will be free hot dogs and rides for the kiddies!

I feel as though I just have a... hodge-podge (yes, that will do)... of thoughts this morning. I have no great understanding for you, no dark writings deep into the lone recesses of Bill's soul. One might very well say that the morning stagnates thoughts upon the intangible and it's just another reason why mornings are USELESS. Oh, don't get me wrong, mornings are great for task management so that one can run errands. Mornings would also be great for lifting weights and running on treadmills- sidebar: I don't know the expenses involved in setting it up, but if I owned a gym, I think I would hook all the cardio equipment to a generator so that I could benefit from the excess electricity and perhaps I could even sell electricity back to the power company.

It seems to be time for TigerLan meeting. Perhaps I shall come back to this blog and be inspired.

I'm inspired– inspired enough to know my perception of the morning is right on. Our TigerLan team meeting seemingly enough came to a conclusion though I can't really say anything was accomplished and it seems as though several of the members were like myself and not quite in rhythm with the day. All in all, it seems as though meetings are really just information-sharing venues. My guess is that it is due to the scheduled nature of them as opposed to say, a basketball coach calling a timeout to get his group back together when the other team is beginning to roll over them. But people are quite the social animals so meetings may very well serve the purpose of fulfilling that need of group contact and though many complain about the time that non-goal-striving meetings take up, there's not a lot of action taken to end them. Currently at our organization, those in the echelons of management push down upon us that we must have scheduled meetings. My guess is that they have been in the industry for a long time and generally feel comfortable because of their status. They are less involved (and frankly not involved) with the hands-on problem solving that the organization endures, only stuck with the theoretical constructs of problem solving on a divisional level. A predisposition in enjoying their own voices talk develops and they draw a certain amount of utility from it, so naturally they push the idea down the org chart, because hey, they like it. Yet, we're not in the position to have our buhhaha's. I suppose I am needlessly ranting. But I do give a high definition of what it means to be stamped with the label of IT. But I guess I'm just a redundant cog in the machine where nothing is hindered unless the series of cogwheels and their backups fail.

Mind if I rant further? I abhor those who do not take ownership of their own issues who are in the position to resolve those issues, but due to their own substandard work ethics, leave it on others to do the work, even to the point of blaming/hassling others for not doing it for them (I really shouldn't receive calls when I'm in the middle of a tirade in a blog). It especially irks me when their title is technically superior to my own (they get paid more than I do and that's all I need to know). I'm like, you're the LSP II, you should take responsibility. But I digress.

I think I'm going to take an early lunch so I can go home and relax. I sure don't want to spend the next forty years of my life in Corporate America. There's gotta be another way.

As I perused through my recent entries, I've noticed that I didn't update to whether if I was able to regain my 46,000 mp3's... do not fear for I have. Yes, through a program released by Winternals by the name of "Disk Commander", I was able to rebuild the corrupt partition table so that the lost partitions are now found. I gotta to give the props up to Jeremy for hookin' me up with this kickin' solution. Yeah, you go boy.

Upon other geek matters, I have been able to use the terminal services ability of the Windows XP installation on my main desktop system. Initially, I thought the issue had something to do with some sort of corruption that must of occurred when I yanked the system from a domain to a workgroup. As I sat here this morning, I remembered that I had changed the default port number for those services to a Van Halen album... yep, that's the one. On my lunch break I'm going to give that a whirl. I'd like to leave now, but I'm waiting for Lexmark to give me a call concerning warranty service on a duplex option on a C750 Color Laser. The issue deals with bent plastic around the power hookup. If it wasn't under warranty or my own stuff, I'd probably just cut the plastic away and snap the piece into position, but since the printer is about a week old and has onsite warranty service for a year, I might as well do it right.

I resolved another issue with my home system, and this one pertained to my music PC, or how I lovingingly refer to it, my "DJ". It was using a wireless nic, but I am unable to rely on playing mp3's over the network for the signal gets dropped from time to time. Therefore, I ran cable. I also had an issue with playing songs while remotely connected, though the sound would play if one was to logged in locally. The issue wasn't resolved by using the option of leaving the sound at the local system either. The workaround I implemented was to allow Windows XP to log in automatically and BINGO.

I've got a curious problem with my laptop that's relatively new. The system is locking up with no mouse/keyboard activity available. I'm guess its either a power management issue or a heating one. I'll investigate into it further.

Things are seemingly settled in place at my apartment. A set of ice trays along with a tray for silverware continue to be sought-after commodities, but they have not been heavily sought after. I still need to buy a quality art table for my empty, yet warmly-titled "matrix room".

The pursuit of continuing my affairs within academia continued today as my "ENGL 3604 Persuasive Writing" was initiated. The class seems to be in the position to assist in augmenting the frontiers of my thoughts.

But do I find myself here at 11:21 to merely update the faceless fans of WOB's blog? No, I suppose not, not at this hour anyway. The sparsely-populated English class of roughly ten participants contained one individual who immediately hit me with her resemblance to Lisa: geeky, but geeky in such an adorable way which is a good thing for a geek like myself. As I try to pull away and start this life without Lisa, I find the song in which I had sung for her in my head:

Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

I doubt that most understand. I really doubt they do. I suppose these nights with the soft tunes of Peter Cetera's "After All" and Lionel Richie's "Hello" put me into a somber, lone mood.

When did she and I break up? Over 2 1/2 years ago. Why does my heart yearn so? She's COMPLETELY out of my life; I only have the northeastern night sky to look out upon in my disheartened yearning. Everyday, I find a certain, missing aspect of me, certain incompleteness, without her. Anymore, I guess it's the only state I understand and I would be lost if I found another who could ever match was Lisa was for me.

I guess the good thing about becoming 30 one day is that these feelings should be gone by then, right? I dunno. Times like tonight I feel as one who will forever exist in solitude. There are couples all about me, yet it as if my role is to be "one". Granted, if my career objectives included becoming a monk, then that would be all fine and dandy, but... I'm no monk.

Sometimes I envision this fate of mine as punishment for sins of ago, or the "sin" of letting her go. Oh, no doubt the reader will find such self-mutilating discussion to be that of "crazy-talk" and perhaps I puff my chest out too far thinking that events revolve around my existence. Yet, I feel that for every event, there is purpose behind that event and the effects of that purpose are that of intent and "most-likely-calculated-but not-necessarily-directly-intended". The debate isn't really necessarily the existence of a "causal-powered purpose" but rather "if" there is an intelligence tugging the strings, prolonging the madness of the puppets. But, this is the talk of companions over coffee in a dimly lit studio and I have but a Diet Pepsi.

Last weekend proved to be a nice escape from the rigors of the workplace. I had the opportunity to spend Sunday afternoon with someone who I've have held an interest towards. She has a certain eccentricity, a taste for aesthetics, and a quiet charm that I find attractive. She's an ardent supporter of silent films and we took the opportunity to share one together. Thus far, I have found the silent film era to be quite fascinating for it leaves a lot up to the viewer to interpret. At one point, as she and I were reclining on facing couches, I thought "this feels really natural. I wonder if things worked out for Lisa and I would they be like this?" The reader may very well ask why do not I pursue this new lady? She has expressed interest in preserving our friendship and in a matter of 5-6 weeks will be on an extended stay in Germany.

The night draws to a late hour and work shall soon require my participation. Goodnight.