it seems that recently certain other(s) have been posting more on my blog than myself…
that does not mean that i have nothing to write about, just the opposite, in fact, there is so much happening that simply there is no time to think about blogs… Nonetheless…I’m sitting in HGS waiting for Dean’s Reception (a.k.a free food), my apple computer is back from repair shops, and purring in the background, i guess happy that i’m making it work so much … I have a few seconds before the food is unleashed upon us, or the mysql query that runs in the background crashes on me whichever happens first…let’s write.
The new school year started.
Pavi and I already agreed that classes do not fit well into our schedules 🙂 After a whole summer of lab work, the rigour of classes kindda caught us by surprise…
The shopping period is not over yet, but I thing I’ve already made up my mind about what to take:
- AI, why not…
- Molecular Mechanisms of Disease, i might actually learn something
- one more… ah, yes, Translational Biomedical Informatics…
(40 minutes of battery life left)
Let us go back to whatever happened to shpakOO in the last few weeks ( shpakOO’s flaky memory implants do not allow him to reach back in time further than that…) shall we?
So… Damon has finally moved to a new appartment located in an extravagant neighbourhOOd of SONO, i helped moving, there were Revelations, overall, however… he’s been around in my life for way over 9 months, and i really hope that the 5 year rule won’t apply here 😉 (you know who you are 😉 )
My brother and I went camping together in Lake George ! That was wicked cool. Besides certain incidents related to excessive drunkardness of two Irish who by some strage coincidence decided to tag along, it was a great trip, and just what I needed to reload my batteries before the new year…
Painted Pony Rodeo show has opened my eyes at how strange this world can be if a dozen middle aged cowboysmen attempt to wrestle the very cows while the enthusiastic crowds cheer, the beer flows, and kids purchase mini-lassos from a vendor…
My first game of laser tag ended, obviously, with an overwhelming victory for MY team 🙂 I guess that made me feel slightly better after a horribly rigged gokart race when I was given a deffective, the slowest, vehicle and ultimately arrived at the finish line doubled or even trippled by some… oh well 😉
(29 minutes remaining… that mysql query is eating up a lot of juice… i should optimize)
Very good time… unfortunatelly the weather was a bit less than optimal.
The week following that escapade, Damon and I spent some time together on a Clam Festival of SONO … or was it Oyster festival? Hard to tell, because both were VERY hard to spot… hmmm… false advertising?Clam chowder was decent but again, not good enough for an event of this magnitued and with focuse on New England Oyster Industry… Luckily, thanks to Stew and his Leonard, Damon and I ( i just can’t seem to be able to write that enough times :)) prepared a scrumptious soup which was consumed while watching some Faulty Towers… yum and yum.
Now, parents escaped to Poland for some 10 days of reunioning, family feud’ing, business taking-care-of’ing… I hope they get home to Grandma & Grandpa safely =)
well… with 22 minutes left on my battery-meter, i think it is time to put the virtual pen away, kill the mysql query which should have been done 20 mintues ago, and go get some food before they run out of hot-dogs and beer 🙂
hugs to everyone, expecially to certain somewhat who shall not be named here, all i’m gonna say kudeta, yo, and 3 random digits
~sh
1. Comment by Archie Bojangles
13/Sep/2006 at 18:53
Sz: So glad you decided to blogoliciously bloggify your own bloggy-blog. The ArchieBojangles/HWSNBN dimeric complex was beginning to think that this was in fact the ArchieBojangles/HWSNBN dimeric complex blog. Like Aragorn to Gondor, we, the humble undersigned keepers of the blog, are nevertheless rather chuffed at your triumphant return.
Now an impromptu award ceremony:
For the Funniest Line or Line Fragment Thereof Ever Posted to a Blog: (Drum Roll)
The Shpakoo for “…Stew and his Leonard”
For the Best “Verbing” Ever Posted to a Blog: (Drum Roll)
The Shpakoo for his “…10 days of reunioning, family feud’ing, [and] business taking-care-of’ing”
For the Biggest Understatement, Unnecessarily Pluralized, Ever Posted to a Blog: (Drum Roll, oh come on, you know who’s going to win by now don’t you?)
The Shpakoo for “…there were Revelation[s]”
And finally, for the Best Attempt at Shmooing Yet With the Most Unmet Potential Ever Posted to a Blog: (you know the drill)
The Shpakoo for “…kudeta, yo, and 3 random digits[.]”
Lame additional awards presented off-camera include: “Most Smiley Faces Used in an Inch of 12 point font Text Posted to a Blog;” “Best Macintosh Laptop Battery Power Countdown Ever Posted to a Blog;” “Most Counterintuitively Queer Title of an Event That Should Sound More Masculine Ever Posted to a Blog” going to the Shpakoo again for “Painted Pony Rodeo Show” which to us (see above) sounds like a cross between Wild-Wild-West, NYC Pride, and goat love.
Prizes for these awards include a check for $381 dollars, which was MUCH more than last years prize of $321-outie.
zzz-sz
2. Comment by He Who Should Not Be Named
17/Sep/2006 at 10:07
So in the interest of procrastination from the wild, wonkish world of patent prosecution, I thought I’d reflect on a few of the notable (well, they’re all notable) milestones of the past 9 months, the milestones as related to Sz. (note: some dates have been omitted not because I don’t know the dates, but in the interest of minimizing further procrastination to look them up, or for example, to test the shpakoo to see if he knows the dates as well):
First Meeting (01/20/06);
First spilled cup of hot chocolate associated with a first meeting (01/20/06);
First Hug
First MetroNorth Trainride back from NYC
First Snog (okay, if you are blushing you are watching too much Austin Powers. For a non-pervish definition see for example, http://www.peevish.co.uk/slang/)
First MetroNorth Trainride back from NYC with associated scandelous behavior (way PG by Bravo(R) or LOGO(R) standards)
First Double Date With another Gay Couple (ps-they were a lesbian couple!)
First 15″(+) Hike Together, Naugatauk Highlands, a.k.a., hills behind the Castle (Beacon Falls, CT)
First Vacation Together (Stowe, VT, July 4th Weekend 06′)
Second Hike Together (Mt. Mansfield, a.k.a., “Fall to your Death and No one will ever find your Body, followed by “Civilized” Consumption of Coffee)
Second Double Date with a Gay Couple (this time, two guys)
First Moving Experience (not together, but sz helped)
First Meal Cooked Together in the new condo (I love the word together in this context:)
so many more….
and now, the meeting of the Lukasz! (09/16/06) and breakfast with the Shpakoo and the Lukasz (patio, direct sunlight, 3e^81000 degrees Kelvin, bees, badger-sized Micia-derived furballs and ravenous venus-fly-traps, but with lots of Bacony-Eggy-Yogurty-Fruity Goodness).
Just had to share. Should probably get my own blog. Will work on that. For now, send lease estimates to HWSNBN@hushup.com.
Okay back to work. Shmooing much.
3. Comment by He Who Should Not Be Named
23/Sep/2006 at 03:05
So, it is 6 AM, give or take 15 minutes, and I am lying here on the Falgelbo — which I believe is Ikeaspeak (i.e., commercially brilliant gibberish) for “sofabed transformer” (a.k.a. the mighty beige Sofabot comprising perhaps the firmest mattress-like structure that Cybertron has to offer…quite a deadly weapon, should for example, Megatron have back problems) — and reflecting on, inter alia, life, yesterday’s and today’s events, and well, why the hell I am up at pre-cricket hours on a Sunday. (note: the kind crickets of Beacon Falls start chirping officially at 510AM.)
Yesterday, one Sz, Lukasz, and myself had dinner at Tomo-68, a wonderful Japanese restaurant (i.e., sushi-shack), with exceptional food and service, but which is masterfully disguised as another Naugataukian seedy bar on the outside and a chinese restaurant on the inside. In fact, had there not been a laminated poster on the wall of all depicting in prismatic technicolors the assorted raw fish product offerings, oh and a menu reciting things like….”sushimi,” “miso,” and “eely-slimey-squiddy things wrapped in sea urchin mucous, baleen, and deep water plankton,” I might have thought I was elsewhere (e.g., a chinese bar in Naugatauk).
One often gets the feeling like perhaps the owners are in witness protection?
Nevertheless, it was a jolly good time, lots of laughter, yummy-eatie, and capped off by a quick round of Jenken (a.k.a. roshambo (not the southpark variety), rock-paper-scissors, arm-wrestling) to decide who was going to pay the bill.
Getting there was interesting, however. I guess, according to the Lukasz, there are two ways to get to Tomo (four really if you count Matter Transporters and Pegasus, but they are so impractically hard to find these days) (i) route 8 — 2 exits up, door to door 8 minutes, or (ii) by way of Alberta, CA (a.k.a. the scenic route, the dark scary lengthy way). The driver of the Shpakoomobile (who shall remain nameless, but in no way to be confused with HWSNBN) chose option (ii). Had it not been so dark (pitch black, even Ray Charles knew there are no street lights in Naugatauk), the scenic route could have offered a great view of the light-chokingly dense forest blocking any extended vision beyond the road. Did I mention the food was good?
Whilst trying to park the car behind said restaurant, we managed to back into every driveway in the valley at least once, maybe twice. One such propriator of a driveway, affectionately named “the lady,” did not seem so pleased by the presence of a Shpakoomobile and its headlights in her driveway and came out to give us a good “staring,” you know, she looked at us with deep consternation for a good 5 minutes (most people don’t know that staring is highly under-rated technique, which until the discovery that guns, bullets, knives, baseball bats, brass knuckles, leather belts, beer bottles, Big Mac containers, and basically air were more effective weapons, was commonly employed by the mafia, many LA street gangs, and the Madagascarian military).
So, today the agenda includes oil change, haircut, lens-crafters, dinner with Michael and James in Middletown, and perhaps work.
I hope I can stay awake for this.
Its 652AM now, so that part at the beginning about give or take 15 minutes, well give some more. The sliding door to the patio is also open, its now 1 or 2 Kelvin inside and the cats are frozen to the floor in midstride.
I wonder, if Ikea had to invent a signoff for a blog entry, what would it be? Maybe eketorpkliMUCHsta? I am sure it would be made of light-colored wood, easy to assemble, and cost 3-times as much as the more common light-colored wood-based easy-to-assemble products on the market. God bless America and its obsession with Swedish furniture.
Will the sz make an appearance?
Good morning.
4. Comment by He Who Should Not Be Named
23/Sep/2006 at 03:13
Corrections to the preceeding entry:
Paragraph 1, line 1 should be “laying” not “lying,” though I’m sure Freud would argue something telling is there.
Paragraph 1, line 9, should be “Saturday” not “Sunday.”
In the last line, please replace “good morning” with “morning.” Before coffee, nothing is really that good.
703AM, still no pitter-pater of Shpakoo feet coming to visit the falgelbo.
5. Comment by shpakOO
23/Sep/2006 at 06:15
Anyone who expect me to be up at 7:30am on a Saturday is INSANE, i tell ya , INSANE…
It’s 10, and i cannot imagine why i’m already up: it’s wet, it’s cold D’sn’t here…
=(
6. Comment by He Who Should Not Be Named
23/Sep/2006 at 07:53
There was no expectation that you be “up,” just be present on the Fagelbo. 🙂
Things done before Sz awoke: (1) Haircut; (2) Oil Change; (3) Banking; (4) Supermarket; and (5) shopping at the Gap.
7. Comment by Archie Bojangles
26/Sep/2006 at 17:24
How about this:
“He knows how much everyone in the family loves to cook, so he wanted to buy extra tools so that we all could work together!;”
OR
“He thought you’d look stunning in silvery stainless steel;”
OR
“He’s got a fatal case of Shmuchosis mal simplex 381, and it was his dying wish;”
OR finally,
“He really wanted me to stab him.”
btw: saying “missing you” is like saying the sun’s warm to the touch.
UNDERSTATEMENT MUCH!!
8. Comment by He Who Should Not Be Named
3/Oct/2006 at 13:59
“shame on me
Posted by shpakOO on September 13th, 2006
it seems that recently certain other(s) have been posting more on my blog than myself…”
Just a friendly reminder that the Readers of the Blog d’Shpakoo are hungry.
D is for Duzo!
9. Comment by He Who Should Not Be Named
8/Oct/2006 at 18:40
jestem chlodny, shpakoo. chlodny i samotny. gdzie jestes moj shpakoo? On jestes tutaj? duzo.