Unlike napalm, the smell of cedar and manure in the morning does not smell like victory.
It does, however, smell like springtime.
Manure is all over the place these days as groundskeepers throughout NoVA prepare for the blossoming of spring into summer.
As I was driving around town earlier today I saw virtual mountains of bags of fertilizer just waiting to be applied to the grass.
At work, though, the heavy scent of the fertilizer is the strongest, assaulting my nostrils even before I get out of my car.
I’m not certain why they take such care with the lawn at work. Even on nice days nobody really spends any time outside to enjoy the beautiful lawn, and even if we were so inclined the stench would drive us back inside anyway.
Ah well, at least it looks nice.
My weekend was about as uneventful as always, with no major developments of interest. I worked out, worked, slept, worked out, worked, slept, worked out, worked, and slept my way through three extremely long days and now I find my weekend well underway.
Of course, said “weekend” will be interrupted by two days of training, tomorrow and Wednesday, but the eventual reward will be lots of OT on my next check, so that’s okay.
Speaking of which, my most recent check contained a large chunk of OT, so I find myself having, theoretically at least, a fair amount of money.
Naturally my eyes keep being drawn towards new, expensive electronic devices (my current computer is well over a year old, after all), but so far I’ve managed to limit myself to window-shopping, and earlier today, even though I was very close to it, I had the good sense to keep myself from going into Best Buy.
Best Buy is, after all, the last place I should go when I have money.
Or rather, theoretical money.
Strictly speaking, most of the money I have right now needs to be used to pay the upcoming rent and a few straggling bills. However, there are ways in which I could creatively budget this and upcoming money so that I could just carelessly +spend most of what is currently burning a hole in my checking account.
I’d prefer not to do that, though, as it would involve counting some chickens well before they’re hatched, and it would throw off the bill-paying schedule I’ve established.
Either way, though, it’s looking as if eventually I’ll be able to put a significant chunk of money away and still engage in some wanton acts of consumerism.
And in the meantime I’m trying to appreciate the value of delayed gratification.
Over the weekend, and for the second weekend in a row, I had a dream about my ex-wife.
Prior to the past two weekends that had been a rare (and increasingly so) occurrence, and it had been my hope that it would stay that way.
Usually when I dream about her it takes one of two forms: either it’s in the past when we were still together, or it’s in the present and we’ve gotten back together.
As far as I’m concerned, neither circumstance is acceptable. I have no desire to go back to the life I once had, and I certainly have no interest in bringing her into the life I have now (even if such a thing were possible, which it really isn’t).
So naturally these dreams leave me more than a little annoyed, particularly since even in the dream I don’t want to be with her. My dream self is incredibly unhappy about being with her, and, particularly in the dreams in which she’s “come back to me,” I find myself thinking, “Why? Why am I with her?”
And yet, in the dreams, I don’t say anything, and I just go along with it all.
Irritating.
Hopefully I won’t follow this trend again this weekend.
When I was complaining to Brian and Kathleen about how I’d dreamed of my ex again, Brian won the “Well No Shit, Sherlock Award” when he said, “You just need to get laid.”
That statement is pretty much applicable to any complaint I have…
If you’re like me (and for your sake I hope that, in most respects, you’re not), you hate sites that make you register just to access their content.
I’m not talking about sites that charge a premium and make you subscribe in order to view content, but rather free sites that pointlessly require you to create a login.
Because they’re not collecting any subscription fees I’d have to say that requiring registration for free content is pointless and stupid.
In general, unless the site has some sort of content that I absolutely can’t live without having access to, I will simply stop going to sites if they require registration.
Over the weekend, though, I found this site, which helps people get around the registration nonsense.
Once you arrive at http://www.bugmenot.com/, you enter in the URL of a site that’s requiring you to register and, if it has it in its database, it will provide you with the login information of a registered account, allowing you to sign in and access the site’s content without having to hand over any personal information (which is the real reason sites make you register).
While you’re at BugMeNot, I’d recommend checking out the link to the NY Times article. It’s got some pretty entertaining stories.
In any case, that’s going to do it for this particular entry. I may be back later, but I make no promises.
I don’t have cooking class tomorrow night, so I may end up being a little more prolific than I usually am on Tuesday evenings. We’ll see.
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