Miles's Super Journal A Go Go

On the way home.

Sat, 16 May 2009 19:58:25 GMT

While walking home from downtown there was a kid on the phone with his friend on his stoop. He asked me if I spoke Chinese. I was going to lie but I told him I didn't. I listened to him explain to his friend as I walked away that he truly just asked a stranger if he spoke Chinese. He clarified several times that I wasn't his dad.

Details in the Medicine Cabinet

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 00:30:37 GMT

Yes, life has been brighter. I'm not here to write the sad post and cry about the multiple issues with cars, water heaters, and slate roofs and list my current music as as "Simple Plan" but I have had better halves of weeks in the past. However, I'm sleeping soundly so everything can't be that bad, right?

First off just for the record: I'd still boink Björk. I don't care what anyone says. I still find her attractive. And if my wife is reading this: Honey, put The Icelandic singer on my list.

I'm sure there are tons of things I have yet to find out about my wife. I tend to be a very internal person at heart and live in my own head a lot so I'm sure there's questions and details I've missed in the years we've been together. I'm not saying we never talk. We're not one of those duos that share a space where both agree on the design of the living room or the pair where one that does the other's bidding. There's just a lot of time to find out more and that's pretty fucking cool.

Fucking. Not that eloquent of a adjective but it's been while since my last post. I'm sure I'll come up with better words once I get warmed up.

Last night my wife came up to my side while we were in bed and put her head near mine. I went to kiss her forehead and bumped her slightly with the rim of my glasses. I took them off and gave her a peck. After a few beats she says to me,
"You know for the the longest time I didn't know you wore glasses."
"Really?"
"Yep," and she snuggled closer. I had to remove my glasses again not to bump her.
"How long did you not know?" I muted the television while asking. I found this detail more interesting than Jon Stewart and crew at the GOP convention.
"A few years," she idly replied.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Seems like a long time."
"You were wearing contacts." This was true for a long time I didn't wear my glasses so that made sense. I was almost satisfied,
"Did you know I wore contacts?"
"Nope."
"Really?" She replied with by looking up with a slight eye roll. My constant need for confirmation was getting to her and keeping her awake.
"Nope. No clue."
"What about all my contact lens stuff?"
"I wouldn't have recognized it. I never dated anyone with contacts."
"You never saw it in the bathroom?"
"Where did you keep it?"
"In the medicine cabinet." As I replied she curled back up to my side getting ready to wind the conversation down.
"I never looked in the medicine cabinet. i had my bag below the sink with all my stuff in it."
"Really?"
"I'm going to punch you."
"Night, babe."
"Night." I took off my glasses and gave her another kiss.

So I was thinking as she went to sleep: Next time I sit there and wonder: "Why does she do [insert current action/habit/dance move here]?" I'm just going to ask her. Instead of letting it slip by for years. And I hope she'd ask me the same questions. Actually she often does, she's far more extroverted than I am. It's a nice yin and yang thing we have going.

Yet she still has never asked me what I think of Björk. A small detail to when she finds out I'm sure I'll have a few "Really?" questions to respond to. Which will lead her to discover things about me that will help her understand me more. Small facts similar to her own that make us, us. Like I know I can hide things in the medicine cabinet and she won't look there for years.

Wed, 21 May 2008 11:25:20 GMT

My day was shaping up to be pretty shitty. Dunks burnt the coffee, work slammed me with several major issues right out of the gate, and I'm pretty sure my car needs a new muffler. I needed someone who could turn it around quickly before the day went to total crap. My co-worker upon seeing my distress sent me the man who saved the day. He's a stage hand from Hollywood, CA:

Stay Up Late

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 11:51:06 GMT

I've been real tired. The kind of tired the main character from Fight Club experienced: "You never really asleep or awake." I haven't been able to focus for more than a few minutes let alone hack out an entry for months so sorry for the internet silence.

One of the many reasons you get married because you know there's some one who cares more about you then yourself. This is true with Crystal. I might have gone another 6 years with out going to the doctor (I get nervous in hospitals and doctor's offices) but she asked me to go when she said I had stopped breathing multiple times in the night for brief periods of time. That paired with my not being able to remember the last time I slept for more than a few hours I agreed and off we went.

After an hour or so in a hospital cover I my doctor suggested I get a sleep study done. I made my appointment and last month I went down Saint's Memorial in Lowell for my test. Upon arriving I was told to sit and watch a video all about what they were testing me for. Part of it went something like this:

"Most sleep study centers have rooms that look much like hotel rooms. These rooms are designed to help you feel comfortable during you monitoring session."

After which they lead me to a room that was much like a pale green colored hospital room. This room was designed to feel like it housed mental patients.

I sat in a chair for about 10 minutes while they stuck wires all over my body. The technicians were very nice people and assured me the 20 or so wires and large bundle coming out of the back of my head would not disturb my sleep at all and to ignore the camera mounted on the ceiling as it was just for monitoring purposes.

I slept lightly. I felt that there was no way they could have gotten an accurate reading and wondered why they placed the sleep center above the ambulance entrance for the ER. I woke up and went to check out. I asked how it went and they explained to me that they couldn't tell me.

A few weeks passed until Sunday night when they called and said I need to be fitted for a breathing masking that should help the airflow as I sleep as I have sleep apnea. I'm not really looking forward to this but if it means a good night's sleep I could really use it.

Other then that I've been pretty awesome.

All videos no actual posts today.

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 18:54:33 GMT

Something for when you feel like you can't take it anymore.

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 18:23:45 GMT

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 18:52:13 GMT

I spend a lot time being busy. My job is often a series of clients that each have their own section of the internet that's about to collapse and their business is about to suffer greatly unless it regains the internet support it needs. The people I deal with are often tired, stressed, and have reached to the lowest possible option by calling me. These I.T. professionals feel like they should be able to fix anything. Probably because that's what they're asked to do on a daily basis.

I like being busy. I like it because I hate work. Work is boring and tedious my job keeps me moving and is often interesting. It doesn't seem like work most of the time. It's rarely sitting around doing nothing. It takes a lot of focus and multi-tasking to get the problems solved. That being said I can't think of one person who doesn't love a good sexual innuendo I.M. when on a confrence call about a client's new software package:

(1:33:10 PM) Kyle: I support their package.
(1:33:43 PM) Miles: My package is huge. The plugins are outstanding
(1:33:59 PM) Kyle: nice.
(1:34:06 PM) Kyle: lots of accessory options?
(1:34:09 PM) Kyle: upgrade features?
(1:34:22 PM) Miles: Oh yeah. I got a firmware package
(1:34:33 PM) Kyle: yeah but how's the hardware?
(1:34:37 PM) Kyle: no one cares about the software.
(1:34:41 PM) Kyle: it's the hardware that really matters
(1:34:47 PM) Miles: Lots of RAM
(1:34:58 PM) Kyle: plenty of cycles per second, I assume?
(1:35:13 PM) Miles: Just one actually then it goes into sleep mode
(1:35:23 PM) Kyle: 15-20 minutes?
(1:35:23 PM) Kyle: lol
(1:35:27 PM) Miles: LOL
(1:35:28 PM) Kyle: of sleep mode.
(1:35:29 PM) Kyle: >.>
(1:35:35 PM) Kyle: then you can boot it back up.
(1:35:53 PM) Kyle: boch's new to you!
(1:36:01 PM) Kyle: kia mitsubishi!
(1:36:23 PM) Miles: heh Um the previous versions actually rebooted quicker. The most recent version is a little bogged down
(1:36:34 PM) Kyle: that happens with age, the hardware gets old.
(1:36:35 PM) Kyle: outdated.
(1:36:40 PM) Miles: Ouch
(1:36:46 PM) Kyle: LOL

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 23:33:26 GMT

Crystal: Hey did you take out the trash?

Andy: Yeah.

Crystal: You're a good man, Cha.rlie Brown

Andy: Oh man, we are Chuck and Lucy........ Good Grief!

Crystal: lol

Lucy? I'm Lucy?!

Andy: See? Yeah you are. Everyone wants therapy from you, a brunette, and lets face it you'd move the football for laughs

Crystal: Haha

Andy: But you're still lovable.

Crystal: Awww...

I used to want to be more like Sid and Nancy in the early days. But let's face facts: That didn't end well.

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 11:20:35 GMT

I hate going to work more than Indiana Jones hates snakes. I've enjoyed night jobs I've had more than the day jobs. But I there's too much going on in the evening to be working night jobs and have a life. My current job wants me to move to 11a to 7p hours. I hope they do it soon. That's perfect.

Today's band name from Band Name Maker

Hair Of The Boston Hero

(optional word "Boston" was entered)

Stay awake for safety's sake,

Miles.

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 18:11:29 GMT

It's been a while, Internet, I've missed you. Come her and sit next to me. Come close this is going to be hard but I feel I need to say this. I love you, Internet and I have a confession. I'm married. That doesn't mean we can't still be friends though. We just need to stop seeing so much of each other.

I should have been more up front with you, I'm sorry. But yes that's why it's been 4 months since I posted on you. I hope in time you'll learn to enjoy the happy entries we had together but the frequency had to stop. Crystal... Her name is Crystal. She's becoming suspicious of us and I love her. I don't want to break her heart.

In my absence I hope you can enjoy this link. That it will make you forget me sooner: Band Name Maker.

But seriously folks :-). Work's been a bit slow lately so I've been playing with the updated version of Google Maps. That drag and drop feature to make changes in your route is awesome! I've planned several driving trips across the country for me and Crystal. Someday when I have the time and I can convince Crystal to do a long car trip (she's not a fan of the long car ride, and she gets a little nutty after the 6th hour of a road trip) I want to drive to LA and back to Boston. Here's a few places I want to go that I've never been:

Cleveland: I hear it rocks. I've wanted to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for years. I was in Columbus once and I pray that Cleveland is somewhat more exciting.

Chicago: 2nd City! Everyone I've met that's lived, been, or passed through Chicago said that Bostonians will feel at home there. I used to have a cousin that lived out there but I never got the chance to see him. I've regretted not going out there to see the city for some time and would like to correct that.

Seattle: This is where the music of my generation came from. I hear the coffee is great but they better have a Dunks.

San Diego: The wife and I both love zoos and I hear theirs is one of the best.

Memphis: Graceland. Seriously what more needs to be said? I was in Nashville a few months ago and was disappointed when my work wouldn't give me a day to go out there. TN food rules though.

Someday before we're old and feeble Crystal and I need to take a trip. I love to travel. Business trips aren't the same as going out there to see a new place. Business trips make the world boring and take the wonder out of the world. You see people in cubes and offices that look the same as yours and it makes you wonder why you left to even come here. Doing your job somewhere else just makes you more aware of the feeling that a job ain't nothin' but work.

EDIT: I hate that I don't pay more attention to LJ and my comrades there. I just reviewed a bunch of entries from my friends list. I missed people who might have needed a kind word, jokes I could have been in on, and stories that if I commented now would just seem like delivering a birthday present 4 months late. I'm not going to repeat the promise that I will try to pay more attention here, I can never keep it. I really hate myself for that. Always losing people because I can't get my shit together.

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 20:27:20 GMT

I read a two plays today written by the guy who committed the murders at the VT campus. They were horrible. I tried my hand at writing years ago and I stopped because I wasn't any better. I'm no artist and I'm no critic. I'm sure someone will read them and they will strike their heart.

I hear a lot of people around the water cooler say that these violent plays were a warning sign that might have stopped this shooting had they been heeded. I've heard on the news that he went to conciling a few times and a few people had even called the police concerned at what he might do. He was never direct enough with his threats for the authorities to do anything.

You can't predict what people who are in a different place will do. It would be easier if people knew what the intentions of imbalanced people are. Like a James Bond villain saying clearly to his roommate: "tomorrow I will shoot the woman I love and then make my way across campus and shoot up a classroom as well." Then his roommate would have stopped him by calling the police with a direct threat.

But how often does that happen?

Some people you just can't reach in enough time. Seems like these shooters want to claim their immortality in a media blitz of infamy and then erase themselves before a press conference can be held. I don't understand that. Then again I like to stick around when I know attention is coming to me.

Also I don't want to kill anyone.

I was commute to work in an hour of traffic this morning wondering at what point he knew he was going to start killing people at his school. Was he in class when the plan came together? He might have been lying in bed pretending to be asleep while he heard people in the hall laughing and talking in his dorm. Was he driving to work when someone cut him off?

I suppose that doesn't matter more then a point of curiosity. If we could take him back to that time it might not have ended in more then a few days of conciling.

Snow and Funny Stuff

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 16:43:14 GMT

www.safenow.org made me laugh so hard I cried!
Try to absorb as much of the radiation as possible with your groin region. The current world record is 5 minutes, 12 seconds.

In other news it finally got around to snowing in New England. Alot. I should have stayed home today but I'm a moron and forgot the power cable to my laptop. After a round of cursing and needlessly harming inanimate objects I drove in. The plows had not yet hit the highways but since there were very few people stupid enough to drive today I made it to work in the usual amount of time. I hope I can make it home ok, the roads are getting worse. Love New England. Hate the storms. I have to say a few weeks ago I was in Boca Raton on business and I almost thought about moving somewhere warm. Then I remembered how much I'd miss things like the fall and even these storms. The people who do move and say they don't miss it belong elsewhere. That's fine for them. I belong here.
Crystal got the day off today. I'm jealous. Can't help it. I am green with envy. It's not easy being green. It's harder when you have to drive on unplowed streets.

This is a comic strip. Therefore you will laugh while clothes are taken off.

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:29:11 GMT

If more kids played games like this we'd have the Japanese school system beat and still be having a good time.

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:04:33 GMT

So Crystal is awesome and she planned a beer brewing party for my birthday this weekend. I can't say enough it's nice to be married to someone who really knows me. She came up with something thoughtful, involving all my comrades, and something I've always wanted to try. People say that you marry someone like your mom. Yeah my mom would never encourage my beer drinking. Thank god she's nothing like my mom. Not that I don't love my mother, mind you.

Anyway here's the final draft of my beer label. An inside joke on two levels so most people will enjoy it:

It's all about the Sean.

My beer label

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 18:21:50 GMT

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 21:05:11 GMT

I was watching a documentary on Discovery about physics in space. It was pretty basic, might have even been Discovery Kids. I was up late because the dog had been barking and wasn't really watching TV so mush as just letting it provide a focal point for my blank mind.

As I watched with Sammy, who was lying on the couch looking for a pat on the head, I thought: Damn there's no sound in space. Playing air guitar is exactly the same in space as on earth.

It occurred to me I haven't had a train of though like that in a long time. I think it might have been before I stopped smoking weed.

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 16:53:00 GMT

BE BACK IN 5 MINS.
-MP

Not as fun as the real Sammy...

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 12:57:07 GMT

Pumpkin

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 21:03:45 GMT

Saw this at the Topsfield Fair. Now this guy can carve!

Stolen from many. But the last was AllenB

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 20:20:21 GMT

Please leave a one-word comment that you think best describes me -- it can only be one word long.

Then copy and paste this in your journal so that I may leave a word about you.

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 20:18:21 GMT

I got a voicemail at work from some old lady asking if she could please call her back and let her know if there is a dental clinic in Fenway. Her jaw is hurting very badly and she needs to speak with a dentist. She left her number.
Feeling bad about an old lady with a hurt jaw I called her back. I didn't want her to sit around in pain waiting for a call she'd never get. After two rings her machine picks up and here's what it said: "GET IN TO CHRIST GET IN TO CHRIST GET IN TO CHRIST! You have reached the home of D. L. TURNER please leave a message. LEAVE YOUR PHONE NUMBER and message thank you and be sure to leave a phone number. Get in to the church of the one true Jesus! Thank you." (Yes that is the actual message.) So I began to leave my message:
"Hello I'm calling from a travel agency where you left a message looking for dentist-" I heard the phone pick up on the other end.
"HOW DARE YOU CALL AN OLD LADY UNSOLICITED!"
"Ma'am you left a message on my machine. It was the wrong-"
"I'm REPORTING YOU! I have your number! I'm reporting you!"
"Okay but you called the wrong number!"
"You called ME!" She then hung up.

So I got married and stuff about Bruce Campbell

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 12:49:00 GMT

I couldn't have asked for a nicer a day.

All last week I was watching weather.com. There was a storm predicted to hit my area the day I was getting married. All day friday the site said to expect rain in the in New England but then just as I was about to leave my house later in the day it cleared up.

We worked hard to get the wedding together. Scratch that. Crystal worked hard to get the wedding together. She did a great job and the day was awesome because of her.

I'm amazed at the generosity of our friends and family. It's really overwhelming.

Last week I also went to see Rancid. It was one of the best shows I ever went to! Thier setup was a fit thier music well: They had clips from old zombie and Godzilla films playing on thier backdrop. Evil Dead clips were shown during Time Bomb. What could be better than Rancid and Bruce on the same stage.?

Well okay getting married was better... That just plain ruled. Everyone should get married. You get a party and a table full of cash and prizes afterward. How cool is that!?

Speaking of Bruce "Don't Call Me Ash" Campbell I got my tickets to the Q&A he's having in Boston for next friday. Can't wait to meet him! Everyone I'm going with is Bruce-maniacs. Jon, who coordinated getting tickets for our group, has the molds used to make the masks in Bubba Ho Tep. I won't even tell you what he paid on eBay for it.

I'm all chewed up.

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 12:38:56 GMT

You can't stop a dog from being a dog. It's what Sammy would have done.

Open Post to Eric

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 12:58:08 GMT

I wonder if you still read these things... I left my IM on at work!! Damn, drop me a line!! BEFORE another 2 years pass please!

milesprowl@gmail.com

This is for all of you...

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 00:21:00 GMT