yes and yes...

yes, i'm moving to chicago.
yes, i'll be in seattle for the holidays (well, sort of... i'll be in boston for christmas and in seattle for new years).

the missus and i have decided to move to chicago. she has a good job out there. i'm hoping to get one soon. we're going to live in the suburbs and pretend to be grown up.

so if anyone knows of a good poker game out there...

hold'em

i want to play poker.
i wonder if i can get into a regular game in chicago.

so fresh and so clean, clean

i've gone trading spaces on my garage.
why? i've neglected this space long enough... the odor was starting to seep into the rest of my home. it was time for me to roll up my sleeves and start scrubbing. and work has been slow.

back to life

back to reality.
back to the here and now.

i hear that some people get depressed right after they get married...
they put all their energy into planning this huge event... they're in the spotlight for a few days... they take a nice little trip for their honeymoon and then... pffffttt... nothing.

i feel the anti-climaticism but it doesn't bother me too much. i do find myself watching ALOT of tv now though.

so what now...?
i have to turn my bachelor pad into a love nest. which entails throwing out all the useless (to me none of it is useless, so "near useless") junk i've accumulated over the years... i have to scrub down and disinfect my whole apartment (giving extra attention to the bathroom and kitchen)... i have to rearrange the furniture to make it look fresh... i have to buy stuff that matches... maybe even build a few pieces.

ugh... there's alot to do. tv sounds so tempting.

bored.
i've been surfing for the last couple hours. i even checked the progress of my 401(k). i may have to start looking at my sneaker sites soon.

don't make me do it.

a math professor pointed this out to the future mrs. roboto:
3³ = 27
the last time my age was nⁿ was when i was 4 (2²) and the next time my age is nⁿ will be when i'm 256.

what a mathematically significant year for me.

53 days left.

66 days left.
starting to feel the pressure.
excited for the big day.
tired and hungry.
i found a Jesus action figure in the hallway. a co-worker was throwing it out. i've decided to allow Christ to dwell in my cubicle.

my workout regiment has been going well. this is my basic strategy right now:

monday: treadmill, core & pulling muscles (back, biceps)
tues: treadmill, core & pushing muscles (chest, shoulders, triceps)
wed: core & cardio class
thurs: treadmill, core & pulling
friday: treadmill, core & pushing

i end up skipping a day per week though... as sometimes i actually have to work.
so far, i've lost almost 10 lbs and look a bit leaner. i'm not sure what my goal is... i think it involves a nice 6-pack though...

93 days left.

invitation design: done.
assembling them will take a looong time though.
and i'm trying to brush up on my cursive, so i can hand address each one.
maybe i'll just print nicely... i have decent penmenship.

102 days left.

i joined a gym.

there's an employee gym in the basement of my office building. it's a small facility, but they have treadmills and machines and some classes-- plenty for me. the problem, though, is that i don't really know how to work out. this is basically the first gym i've ever joined.

this is my regiment right now:
- stretch
- run/jog for 1.5 miles
- walk to cool off
- stretch a little more
- hit a couple of weight machines

i'm not quite sure how to do the weights... like should i be lifting everyday? i'm sure there's a certain grouping of muscles i should target on different days... i've just been sort of winging it (i.e. yesterday: lats & chest, today: triceps & shoulders, tomorrow: biceps & abs). anyone have suggestions?

i remember my dream from last night:
i was at some kind of retreat... masses of asian people... like an intra-church get-together or something... and we played a huge game of dodgeball-- not the kind where you have two teams on opposite sides, but it was an every-man-for-himself free-for-all pelt fest. i was doing quite well... i'd mastered a technique of gripping and throwing the ball for maximum power. it was down to 4 people-- me and three others-- and i was ready to whoop some booty. suddenly, i realized that all the balls had been replaced with bricks. what worried me more was that they were those fake bricks made of sponge... the ones that they sell at universal studios. now my technique of whipping the balls wouldn't work, because the "bricks" would be too light. i crouched behind a pillar... peeked out... spotted the enemy and hurled the sponge, only to see it float gracefully through the sky and land at his feet. at the same time, he lobbed his sponge which managed to tap me in the head. i was out.

i remember feeling really bummed, not just because i had lost, but because while were were playing this massive game... everyone else was sitting around tables, eating, laughing and having such a good time. i walked around but couldn't spot a single friend while everyone else was too busy to notice me, aimlessly wandering through the room. i was down... so down that it woke me up.

anyways... that was just a dream... that was just a dream... just a dream... just a dream... dream...

what do you think:

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Justin
Your first name of Justin makes you extremely generous. You have a bubbling, spontaneous nature and a happy-go-lucky outlook which helps smooth the pathway of life. Also you are sympathetic to the needs of others. Interested in art, music, singing, dancing, and anything of an artistic nature, you could become a very fine performer. Your spontaneous expression stands you in good stead during arguments or debates, though you are perhaps too outspoken and inclined to sarcasm. A very real weakness of this name is lack of system and order. The use of this name makes it extremely difficult to carry through and finish the things you start. It is easy to make promises in an effort to make others happy, although not so easy to keep them. You spend your money recklessly, seldom reckoning whether you can afford to be so generous. The use of this name can cause weak ankles, a strong desire for such foods as sweets or pickles, which causes skin or liver troubles, and a desire to eat too quickly.

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it seems pretty accurate... even the weak ankles part... i twist them all the time.

give it a try here.

i'm a little late, but in case you haven't heard-- or haven't done anything about it yet...









listen to the racism here.

read about it here.

sign the petition here.

my belly is full of street meat / my office is a mess / my mind is two ticks slower / my neck is all stress / i want to sleep / close my eyes and dream / walk beside green pastures / and drink from a bubbling stream / instead all i do is worry / busy researching and fretting / the street meat is not happy / it can't handle the woes of planning a wedding

2005.

back at work.

a bit jet-lagged from my seattle trip.

a bit bored from the lack of work at work.

a bit gaseous from the piece of chocolate i just ate.

but ready 'cause i know 2005 will be good.