I warmly welcome you to the humble beginnings of yet another geek’s blog. I have thought about making a blog many times over my extensive internet career, but have not actually taken the proverbial plunge. Because seriously what would I say? Who would read it? Well we are about to find out. As to what I will say; all the things. From musings and pet peeves to technology I find interesting or despise. I shall indeed talk about all the things. I have no real layout planned and intend on just seeing where things go. I do plan on trying to illustrate some of my posts, maybe even in a manner which you lovely people can understand.
For the inaugural post I think I will start off with a little bit of a rant, and some first world problems.
Eating is difficult. Not the physical chewing, although that has its own perils which i’ll get to later. On an average day I spend a solid 3 hours on lunch. Seems like a ton of time doesn't it? Well lunch time usually starts around [10:30]. Co-Worker will instigate the lunch routine, usually with a GChat message, sometimes a text. An innocent "What's for lunch?" will instigate a rapid fire exchange of ideas. I am a very amicable person; I also happen to be pretty open to what I eat (as long as its not seafood- yuck), so I tend to let other people pick. My co-worker, Will, is a very laid back person as well and of course retorts "Whatever man.". We usually then bicker about how we are both very hungry. [11:07] I suggest the list of usual places. But they are the usual places because we always eat there. So no, we need something new, something UNIQUE AND EXCITING. So I fire up the Google machine and start scouring the area for local mom and pops, dives, and other hidden gems. [11:46] I usually find a couple I think might be good. I broach them, but turns out "Mac's Greasy Ass Chili Bowl" isn't a great sounding restaurant; neither is anything with the word "DAWG" in its title. We come back to the original list of luncheon locales. After another 15 or 20 minutes we settle on a restaurant. [12:15] We meet outside, and bicker over who is driving for a few minutes. My stomach warns me that if I don't just give in it's going to start sacrificing other organs. So I cave and give up the driving privilege. As we approach the car I hear the sound of running feet and someone yelling "HEY GUYS YOU GOING TO LUNCH?!" but being the social ass-hat, pretend I didn't hear and try to run to the car without LOOKING like I'm running to the car. Whilst cohort number 1 yells back "Yup we're going to [Restaurant that has been arduously chosen through intense rigorous scientific discourse] you wanna come?". Cohort number 2 of course response "Well I'm not really in the mood for [Restaurant that has been arduously chosen through intense and rigorous scientific discourse], what else could we do?" I Repress the urge to hulk smash things, and try to explain that:
But alas I am not communicating properly, or ... something. At this point I'm starting to lose consciousness from my ravenous hungry eating my brain. [13:something] I don't know where I am, or what I'm doing, but there is a menu and I realize I have finally accomplished my goal. Lunch is ordered.
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