Of note, today, I'm getting rid of my landline. No longer will you be able to call (217) 356-3598 and get the lovely computer voice answering machine.
I've been keeping it for emergencies, but I figured at this point, what's the use. It's hard getting rid of that number, though. I've had it for a while. Kind of depressing, honestly.
I think that is all for now. More about Jenny Garth tomorrow.
I don't remember too much of it, which is too bad, because I had a conscious thought to write stuff down, but...
the dream I had last night involved Stinky having wolf babies. As in, he had apparently been intimate with a male wolf, and now was having wolf babies, which I was weary of caring for, since at some point, they were going to kill me.
That's when (in real life), apparently somebody came to impound a neighbor's car. At least, that's what I am inferring from the fact that someone's car alarm was on for 5 minutes before getting towed away, while people were fighting. The alarm just kept going, so I got up and watched it for a while. Somebody was pissed.
So, it's looking like I'm going to owe the IRS a whopping thousand dollars in the next few weeks for the Miscellaneous work that I've done for Clear Channel and the United States Tennis Association in 2008. This is what's fascinating to me. Total earned: 2696 Total taxes to be paid: 1399. Amount actually kept: 1297.
WTF?
What is the point of doing any work outside of your real job, if you get taxed a whopping 50+ percent. And how the hell is that fair? 50-plus percent. Ridiculous. Frustrating to me because I should have been more aware of it. And now it makes it unlikely that I'll ever do any of that work again, because it just isn't worth it. I love working the Challenger every year, but if over half of my pay is taken away, I see no reason why I'm going to absolutely burn myself out for it. (Sorry Alex) I may change my mind in October, when I realize how desperate my financial situation is.
Weekend was good. Got a nice 10 miler in on Sunday, and while stiff this morning, I'm not in a ton of pain, which is a very good sign. Julia got back safely, and happened to be on the same flight as Christian Michner, co-host of the award winning program, Corner Kicks with Cation and Christian, on fightingillini.com. New episodes coming shortly.
Also got to hang out with Glenn for a bit, and Tyler, and someone whose name is Echo Love.
First I was a part of a video game (and actually being part of the game) where I SCUBAed across a river, set a bomb despite being shot at, and when the bomb went off, it set free Optimus Prime (from the cartoons, not the horrendous movie), who then destroyed the bad guys city.
After that wrapped up, I went with Julia to the local Salvation Army, which was tucked away in a bad part of town. There, we met up with good friend Dwight Schrute, who would not allow me to buy the spatula in question. That is when Bonita hit me in the face, and I had to go to the bathroom.
I'm obviously disappointed in what happened last night. The sense of urgency wasn't there until about four minutes left in the game. I don't understand how that happens, to be honest. But it did, and we move on. All things considered, it was a season that was much, much better than I had expected, and I think it's realistic for this program to expect top 3 in the Big Ten, and the possibility of a Sweet 16 year in and year out. This year, they did that, finishing 2nd, and getting a 5 seed. Can't complain about that. But today, I'm bummed. I suppose that's a good sign.
On a personal note, my thoughts are with Julia who is in Oklahoma due to the loss of her Aunt.
Portland...one of the most beautiful cities in the states, and my preferred city of choice. It's hurting a lot that I don't get to follow the basketball team around this year. Obviously, I think my reporting is so vastly different than others in times like this, it provides some levity and something different for listeners. It's a ton of work, but it is so much fun. I wish I was out there for that reason. I also just want to go out and explore the city a little bit more. It's gorgeous. Quite open-minded, free thinking, intellectual. This is only the 2nd time in 8 years that I have not gone to follow the time. Blame the budget cuts. I do.
In other notes, I HATE HATE HATE the person who keeps bringing in the damn boy scout candy bars. I finally broke down and had one today. Freaking caramel bars. I hate boy scouts for that reason alone. Got in a 4 mile run yesterday after the 8 miler on Monday. Again, stiff, but no pain. I'll take it.
Are there any other things people would like to see in this blog? I'm up for changing things around.
I don't have a ton of updates today, except to say that we've gone a full two days without any porn at the station. That's good. I'm debating whether to get some corned beef tonight and make it for dinner for Julia and I. I have never made a corned beef. Therefore, I may make corned beef sandwiches. Or something along those lines. I did pick up some gluten free rye bread over the weekend.
Which reminds me...those of us in Champaign-Urbana are greatly in need of both a Trader Joes, and Whole Foods. We went to Trader Joes on Saturday, and I'm stunned and amazed at how much cheaper their gluten free items were. It was ridiculous. Loaves of bread for 3 dollars cheaper than at County Market??? Ridiculous.
I'm glad pandora finally works for me at work. Today I built a station with my artists: Tribe, Ben Folds, and Liz Phair. It's pretty nice. Very relaxed.
If you're looking to me for tips on your NCAA brackets, please head to the Kevin and Sarah page for the tips we talked about on the air. Sarah knows how to run that internets page, and I don't.
Also, if you're looking for something to do on Wednesday night, the Crackmonkey volleyball team will be playing for their league title at the Leonhard Center at 8:15. That's in Champaign. Where the playas play. And these types of things happen every day.
Oh...I got an 8 mile run in yesterday, with no lingering pain this morning, which is awesome.
So, I wrote the pervert guy a letter, saying that it was disrespectful to everyone else in the building for him to be looking at the adult websites. I said I had no intention in taking it any further, and hopes that he also has no intention of taking it any further. I left him the letter on Friday. This morning, I received a letter in return, apologizing for the viewing of adult websites, and thanking me for not turning him in, along with a promise that the viewing would stop. I can say that so far, after one day, we're all in compliance. Good.
Some other random notes: -It looks like I'm not going to be able to head with Julia to her aunt's memorial service on Friday morning. Disappointing. I am only putting this here because I feel this crappy about it, and I want to express that. -Weird note from the University that I received over the weekend. Apparently, extra help are only allowed to work 900 hours during a 12 month period. I am dangerously close to that level, with baseball, tennis, and softball still to come. What happens if I hit 900? Yeah, termination. AWESOME. That'd be fun. -Great weekend with Leigh and Louis. Wish I had more time with them. -Didn't get a run in, though. Putting in 7 tonight. Maybe 8, if I feel ambitious. -I hate the Prodigy, but Ghost Town, by the Specials is one of my favorites, and I kind of like this cover.
I hope that Chet really only has a bruised hand. I fear that he doesn't. More than likely, it's a chance for Jeff, Chicago's Finest, and Alex LEGION to show what they've got, I guess. True test for Bruce over the next couple of days, to be certain.
Now, the pervert update. I decided to write the person a note saying to please refrain from looking at those things. And that I didn't want to discuss it further, and he shouldn't do it any further. We will see what happens next week. Today there was a very helpful video if you're discussing anatomy.
