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Mondays with null:

Friend: So what's up?
null: Listening to Blondie and looking at pictures of ponies.
Friend: Um, why are you looking at pictures of ponies?
null: Ponies are fucking awesome.

I swear, most of the time, you'd be forgiven for thinking that I'm retarded.

Winding down nine days of not being at work (read "having a vacation"). I'm eating an apple and some decent cheddar, listening to Massive Attack's Blue Lines, and getting back in the work mode.

What did I do with my nine days? Found a barber I like. Drank mojitos and mint juleps. Ate greasy spoon breakfasts and made lavish productions out of dinner at...
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Apparently the sushi chef at my favorite restaurant is among the employees there concenred about my love life. Tonight they confessed to thinking about trying to set me up with someone.

I'm not sure whether to laugh, cry, or be ashamed.

I had drinks at the Seattle Tennis Club today. I have an...acquaintance that was trying to get me to join (I've expressed desire to play more tennis, and she can sponsor me). To set the scene imagine a posh, wealthy private urban tennis club in a town without old money. Now imagine a swaggering giant in a pink Lacoste polo, designer jeans, jeans belt, sneakers,...
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In early 2004, there was an SGSeattle dream team, and last night, I found that I missed us. It was an odd feeling, because I don't have a lot of backward looking ability and regret is a nonexistent emotion in me. However, talking to MisterSatan and It_Thing_Hard_On yesterday, I remembered what that crew was like. Reading SGSeattle now, it wasn't the same, and that made...
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I met with light traffic and a sprinkling of rain coming into Seattle. I did the Mercer shuffle (crossing four lanes of tough traffic coming out of a left on ramp to take an exit only half a mile hence). I stopped at Dick's in Queen Anne and smiled at how apologetic their signage was for raising the prices another dime across the board. Eating...
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It's time for the yearly introspection tour with null. If you're wondering why it's only yearly...well, I have the depth of a mud puddle for the most part. Either that, or I'm flipping another digit on my age.

Last year about this time, I figured to finish shedding the weight I put on during the troubles of aught-three. I also figured on getting my first...
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Sitting in my living room in track pants and an old tee thinking about what I'm going to do for my birthday vacation. I've had some leftover Popeye's chicken for lunch, and I'm contemplating washing the car. It's so pretty out that it seems a shame to not take my baby out for a spin.

Thursday brings yet another birthday, but for a present I'm...
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I was trying to find the lyrics to "Hoochie Mama" earlier. Turns out that the first ad Google returned for a search of "big booty hoes" was a link to eBay. I'm not sure what to make of that.

For the second year in a row, I was rated the best engineer in the company during annual reviews. Apparently, talent trumps all behavioral flaws.

There are days when I worry that the perpetual MST3K marathon running in my head will spill over into reality.

Also, we discovered that one of my coworkers will slap himself whenever someone talks about Toyota's Scion division. I said scion a lot today.

When I threw some tennis balls in the dry to keep my sheets from bunching, I felt a little too domestic. After I took the load out, I juggled the balls for a while and felt less Martha about things.