I normally set the alarm clock for 7:55 a.m. when I’ve got work the next day. The alarm went off as usual yesterday morning, and as usual, I promptly slapped at the Snooze button to grab a few more precious moments of sleep. But there is a problem with my alarm clock, you see. In light of my current job, you might even say it’s a “usability flaw.” Here’s a sexy ASCII schematic of my alarm clock, from the top:
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See how easy it is to hit Off instead of Snooze? Well, that’s exactly what I did yesterday morning at 7:55 a.m. And guess what time I woke up next? 1:17 p.m. Yeah. Uh, ouch.
So as of yesterday night, I retired that bitch-ass alarm clock with its proximal Off and Snooze buttons. Now I have a new, cheap, and not-easily-turned-off alarm clock. And a 9V battery backup for it, too. From here on out, I’m not taking any chances.
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One of the perks of working for the Tribune is the free Cubs tickets. The Trib owns the Cubs, after all. So today, I went down to Wrigley with some TMS coworkers and sat in the 7th row on the first base side. Aw yeah baby, best seats I’ve ever had. And what a game! Among the highlights:
- Back-to-back home runs by Corey Paterson and Sammy Sosa
- A second, 520 ft. home run (!) by Sosa
- Back-to-back-to-back home runs by Kerry Wood, Mark Grudzielanek and Alex Gonzalez. That’s the 9-1-2 combo!
- A double-rundown double play. Score it 1-6-5-3-4-3.
- A power outage, which delayed the first inning by 16 minutes.
- The Brewers catcher and manager getting tossed.
And if all that drama weren’t enough, I got to witness the guy in front of me on the L unload an entire belly full of beer and food onto the aisle. Fantastic!
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Indeed! Northwestern, Class of 2003! And so it goes. The ceremony was smooth, the dinner was succulent, and the weekend was fun. I couldn’t ask for much more.
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Woo! Kinda normal day. Sorta tipsy after a get together at Emma’s. So I’m gonna make this a typical, tipsy kinda entry.
Things goin’ ah ight, gotta say. Not bad, not bad, which is saying something after the past coupla weeks. Shit was shitty there for a while, ya dig? But I’m trying to settle into my rhythm now. Lookin forward to the time in BA—fo sho. Haven’t been there in a whole year, and I miss those people. Miss the attitude, miss the environment, miss the people whom I respect.
- So fo real, ya gotta peep the Browser Emulator at DejaVu.org. It’s pimp. Check your site in a line-mode browser or Mosaic! How slick is that?!
- Hit up the Urban Dictionary. It’s sweet. Lotsa bad words there. Quality.
- My hated high school, Uni High, made #39 in the country on Newsweek’s list of top high schools. Don’t care. Fuck that place.
And you know what? I’m outtie!
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Just finished watching The Godfather, Part III. I watched the entire series in the last couple of days. Yeah, amazingly, I hadn’t seen it until now. And yes, I’m firmly on the “III sucks” bandwagon. It just seemed shabby in compared to the first two. All in all, I think I preferred the original, if only because Marlon Brando made a better don.
My future. Riiight. I have to figure it out, you see. And there’s a very important date coming up: August 31. The following three things happen on August 31:
- My Northwestern insurance runs out.
- My lease in Evanston is up.
- My parents stop sending checks.
And then presumably, I become an adult! Or that’s the way it’s scripted, anyway. Right now, though, I need to figure out the job and apartment situation. It’s starting to creep up on me, weighing me down with worry. But I’m pretty clear on one thing: I want to spend some solid time in Bryn Athyn this summer. It just seems like the right thing to do, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my 21 years, it’s to follow your instincts.
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