Archive for year 2005
I have officially decided that I no longer want anything to do with Valentine’s day. Jess and I were talking about it last night, and I think we pretty much agreed that it’s a totally fabricated holiday just to make you spend money on cliches such as flowers, candy and other things which mysteriously go up in price in February. We both really just felt like sitting around the house and watching Lost (which we downloaded since we missed it last week) and 24 on TV, so that’s just what we did. We picked up some food so Jess didn’t have to cook, watched some TV and snuggled on the couch. It was nice.
I also really identified with Will Smith’s take on it in my People magazine. He and his wife don’t do Valentine’s either. They’d rather do the same kinds of romantic things, but do them spontaneously. I totally agree with that. I don’t want to to do something because I’m supposed to do it on this particular date. Not to mention that things like going out to dinner are exponentially more of a pain in the ass when everyone else is trying to do it on the same night.
The point is that I am all for romantic gestures and gifts, but do them of your own free will when it will be a surprise, not when the commercial holiday factory tells you that you have to or else you’re a bad person.
In conclusion, I love my wife and the fact that we agree on this just reinforced all the reasons which I do. I enjoyed our simple night at home far more than any templated idea of how we should have spent the evening. [mob voice]Valentine’s day is dead to me.[/mob voice]
I also would like to issue an apology. I apologize to [insert name]’s mother that she was cursed with such a sad pathetic little troll. I can’t feel anger or frustration, only pity for this poor waste of primordial soup.
“Who is [insert name]?” you may ask. Well it could be anyone! It’s up to you! Insert that politician who you dislike. Maybe it’s your boss who’s an incompetent fool. Maybe some creepy internet Troll who needs professional help. It could be anyone you would like to put in the blank! Maybe it’s ME!
We have found our store for home furnishings. It all started when we decided we needed a new bed. An actual bed. We currently sleep on a futon with 2 futon mattresses. This isn’t bad, but they develop huge craters where our bodies lay and we have to flip and swap mattresses to keep things remotely sleepable. I used to balk at bed prices as they are quite exorbitant in my opinion, but lately I’ve tried to think more along the lines that anywhere you have to spend one third of your life deserves some attention and expenditure.
I sent an email out at work asking for suggestions as to where to buy a bed, and one response suggested Eurway, if you don’t mind a slightly funkier style. Hey! That sounds like us! We like a slightly funkier style! Maybe even a lot funkier! Probably, on average, 47% funkier! The web site looked promising, so we went to the store here in Austin last night. We were in heaven. Being in the store was so much cooler than even the website. We could easily spend way too much money there furnishing an entire house.
We settled on the best mattress they have, The Gabrielle, and the Newton frame (because it was both cool, and the cheapest frame, while also being very sturdy metal). Next Thursday we can pick it up and be sleeping in luxury.
On a side note continuing our story from yesterday: I rented a car in the morning, and by noon the mechanic had out truck fixed. It wasn’t the fuel pump again, thankfully. It was the fuel pump relay which only cost us $110 to get fixed up. If anyone needs a really good mechanic in Austin who has very reasonable rates, will go to your vehicle (for much cheaper than a lot of other mobile mechanics) and who seems very friendly and cool (I never even met him; he told me he’d leave the invoice under our door mat and I could just mail payment to him), I highly recommend Auto Medics.
As most of you probably know, [joe walsh] life’s been good to me so far.[/joe walsh] So I guess for all my luckiness, it’s time to pay a few dues. In the grand scheme of things though, I still really can’t complain as my “dues” are really quite minor, however life is kind of comedic when it decides to throw things at you in rapid-fire bursts as more often happens in movies and television.
Tuesday night I decided to go ahead and do out taxes online. I usually take the band’s income on my taxes and everyone else just pays me their share. This, unfortunately makes doing my taxes much more complicated as I have to fill out extra forms for self-employment and blah, blah, blah (which usually one of the other band guys does for me since I agreed to take it all under my social security number on the condition that I didn’t have to do my now complicated taxes).
As luck would have it, there were various circumstances which meant I didn’t have to do that this year, and thus my taxes would once again be easy. In fact, so easy I could do the 1040EZ form! Ahh, how long it has been since I could use the 1040EZ!
Last year we got a nice big refund back, so I eagerly start my online entering to find out what big refund we’ll be getting this year! Unfortunately, as I get near the end, the program tells me that I can’t do 1040EZ since I started contributing to my 401k in December. One measly month of retirement fund and I have to do the regular 1040 which, judging by the lack of letters after its title, is not all that EZ.
Luckily, it really wasn’t that much more painful so I finish it up and wait for my big refund! More money towards the Prius down payment. The big moment comes and I find my refund will be… -$230. I owe $230. Boo. We suspect that this is because Jess learned the hard way what I had already learned the hard way many years ago: if you follow the directions on your tax form when starting a new job, you will have too many “allowances” and end up owing. The directions clearly say “if (blank) then put one” and then has you total all your “1”s to find your total allowances. What they don’t tell you is that you will end up owing money if you actually take that amount. So while I take 0 or 1 allowances usually, Jess took 3 as the directions indicated, and thus it looks as if Restoration Hardware didn’t take out any Federal Income Tax.
I go to bed a bit depressed. The next morning I get up and we do our usual morning thing which ends with us getting in the truck and going to work. Usually. When the truck starts. Which it is not doing this particular morning. The truck turns over, but won’t start much like it was doing when I had to have my fuel pump replaced just a little over a year ago. My immediate thought is “Well, I guess we’re not going in to work today.” Luckily my wife has a clearer head and more wisely calls or friend who lives nearby to beg for a ride.
Once at work I set about the task of finding a mobile mechanic who will go to my truck and fix it. I find that this plan is scuttled since I have the key with me at work and the truck is at the apartment. I decide that I’m going to try and rent a car, go home at lunch and drop my key off. I call the car rental place right by our house but they can’t pick me up from work because I’m out of their area. I call the one by work and all they have available are SUV’s which cost more to rent than smaller cars. I give up and accept the fact that I’m just not going to get anything done until the next day.
Just for comedic effect, when I went to make my lunch, I turned the little cap on the mustard and it spat a shower of tiny blobs onto my bitchin shirt.
This morning I rented a nice car, and the mechanic is going to try and get to it today depending on his schedule. As I said, in the grand scheme of things I really can’t complain as life is good. I have a kick ass job (I can only think of 2 people that I actually know who give me job envy: Will, the Director of Development for a production company, and my uncle Brown who is a Director of Photography, although with him it’s more tangential since that’s not exactly what I aspire to do). I spent yesterday playing with our new toys: a steering wheel and pedals to control my armored/armed battle vehicle in the game I test. We have a Prius on order. Even though we owe taxes, it’s not much and we’re making decent money with which to pay them.
Even with such a great life, I’m often nagged by a since of something just under the surface though. A sense of dissatisfaction of some sort. A sense of unfulfilled dreams and ambitions. Nothing major, just slight stresses which are normal with life. Stressed about time, health, money, decisions, my extreme laziness and unproductiveness. While it all can be annoying, I also find some of it good in that I think it’s important to have dreams, ambitions, and further goals. I think it would be much more scary if I was just completely content with my current lot in life and resigned myself to the thought that this is the final stage of my journey and that I have crossed the big finish line and will coast out the rest of my (hopefully) many remaining years.
Perhaps a little dissatisfaction is a healthy thing. As life get better, it’s necessary to adjust your sights and recalibrate. Of course I’m sure it’s much easier to do as you move up in life as opposed to readjusting to a move for the worse.
What sad state we’re in. Jess’s Teeth have really been bothering her lately (she has a dentist appointment next week), and apparently two nights ago I slept in such a way as to make my neck reject the rest of my body. It’s completely stiff. I can’t turn my head at all and if I move the wrong way, the back left side completely seizes up and shoots pain throughout me for about a second or so like the Emperor’s force lightning in “Return of the Jedi”. This makes driving quite interesting. You never really realize how much you turn your head until you can’t do it. It also makes sleeping very difficult, and changing positions while sleeping becomes a huge and painful production. My band gig tomorrow should be interesting.
The truck was leaking coolant since we got back from L.A. and after spending $300 to replace the water pump, now the left side of my car stereo’s display no longer works. It appears that I’m listening to “7 FM”. Luckily we’re ordering a Toyota Prius. Wooo!
Despite all this, life is pretty damn good. We’ve both got good jobs where we’re happy and bringing in decent money between us, and can’t really complain in the big scheme of things.
Since I got this job, I’ve been so much more appreciative of everything. I’m constantly thinking about the people I deal with in any given situation. The guy who made my sandwich, the person in the retail shop, the waiter at the restaurant, etc. I know how lucky I am and really appreciate the people who are most likely doing jobs they don’t really want to be doing, as most of the world probably does.
This isn’t any kind of judgment such as “Oh you poor pathetic sandwich shop worker.” It’s more that I really wish everyone could be doing something they truly want to be doing. I want everyone to have full, happy, satisfied lives. Maybe the guy at the sandwich place is genuinely happy. Maybe he likes to make a little money, joke with his co-workers, and go home to play video games or something. If this is the case, then excellent. If this is not the case then I do appreciate the position he’s in and hope he finds something more fulfilling as I have. I always try to see the other side and fully appreciate the people I’m dealing with. I think it’s probably far too common and easy to get wrapped up in our own business, our own lives, and forget about our “fellow man” as it were.
All in all, most of us probably have pretty damn good lives, even if our necks cause us to erupt in violent bursts of profanity due to waves of pain.
I walked outside this morning before work to check on the my truck since it’s been leaking coolant lately. When I opened the door there was a huge pile of clothes and belongings on the ground. It looked as if someone may have pissed someone else off and thus the second someone had tossed their stuff out of the apartment. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw a note on the apartment upstairs which read “Get the fuck out, limpy dick!” It was kind of hard to read, and I kept thinking that surely it must say “limp dick” but I’m fairly positive there was a “y” on it.
The other night I had a sex dream about a WDer. Now first off, I don’t really remember any details at all so there will be no saucy details. I just realized later in the day that when I awoke, I realized that I had the vague and fuzzy memory. I remembered who it was and possibly some of the activities, but it was all really vague to the point that I almost didn’t even realize I had dreamt it.
I think I kind of put it out of my mind at first because I felt weird about it. Later when I had come to terms with it, I told Jess (neither one of us has any hangups, weirdness, or jealousy about things like that) and she was just jokingly disappointed that she hadn’t been involved.
I just thought I would put this tantalizing bit of info out there because now I find it amusing, and I’ve been crap at blogging.