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Reasons I Write To This Blog

by matt on February 10, 2009

in random lists

  1. To be famous. (AH-Hahahahahahaa….)
  2. To start discussions
  3. Because nobody else will publish my crap
  4. I took a dare
  5. I lost a bet
  6. I were drunk when I started
  7. I like to scream into canyons and hear the echo
  8. Web statistics fascinate me
  9. I momentarily confused “creating a blog theme” and “blogging”
  10. It looked so easy, when I saw other people doing it
  11. I were bored
  12. Everybody is/was doing it
  13. I’m too important for facebook/myspace…
  14. …and Godaddy had a sale on Lithuanian domain names
  15. I want to fight the power
  16. I want to be the man
  17. Nobody knows music/photography/movies/LOST/whatever better than me
  18. My Kirk-Apollo-Chewbacca “slash” story was kicked off the fan site for being non-canonical
  19. My Troi-Starbuck-Leia “slash” story was kicked off the fan site for forbidden, non-canonical usage of a lightsaber
  20. I didn’t think there were enough blogs that included:
    • recipies
    • dating mishaps
    • half-baked intellectual discussion (my forte!)
    • political “analysis”
    • sports “analysis”
    • restaurant “reviews”
    • lists of 25-, 50-, 1000-things you never knew about me
    • photos of me at parties, restaurants, in the woods, at the beach, in front of monuments, on top of skyscrapers, with my cat, pointing at things a’la Lynndie England, holding up an empty or posing on the hood of my car
    • stories about gross doctor encounters, the hangover the next day, those annoying drivers, hillarious new words I invented (beveraging!), about my sucky day, about my great workout, about my awesome new job, about a horrible co-worker, about my great kids, about my theories on how the world works
    • a bazillion little ads, roll-over pop-up ads, encouragement to go buy something (ads), and…ads.

…and should you care, I’m sick today. You should see the green stuff coming out of me. And the drugs! They make me sicker than I was before I took them! Have you ever heard your guts rumble and churn because you’re taking drugs for congestion? And that doctor? Man, were his hands COLD! Could that needle have been any bigger? And why did he have to do that thing that required him to wear gloves? I’m thinking he’s maybe not a real doctor.

Although, seriously, I’m ill. Like you care. :)

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A 50-Hour Day (day 8 & 9)

by matt on November 15, 2007

in Paris,random lists,travels

Epilogue I: a 50 hour day
There was one thing I had failed to do: go to a club. So on Saturday night, the last night I was in Paris, I went out in a pretty nice outfit I got in the city. I got there around 11:00pm and had planned to leave to catch the last Metro of the night. Of course, time moves swiftly and I missed the last Metro so stayed until they started running again the next morning at 5:30am. They serve drinks all night long, the music plays all night long and people come and go from the club all night long. It was a great way to celebrate my time in the city.

At 5:30am, I boarded the first Metro of the day to return to Montmartre. The platform was already busy with two kinds of people. There were the people like me who were finishing their night of celebration. Mixed in with us were the early morning workers, on the way to their shifts.

By 9am I was clean, sitting in the airport and writing this entry while I waited to check-in for my flight to California. (Yes, California.)

Epilogue II: too tired for this cra stuff
If you skip one night of sleep and go to bed at your normal time, you’ll be awake for 40 hours. If you then travel 9 time zones and have to stand in line to find out your luggage was searched by the TSA and will arrive a day later than you…and then you get a cab to the hotel…you might be awake for 50 hours.

And so, I had my first-ever 50 hour day.

The problem is that I can’t sleep on airplanes. If I could, I would have slept on the long flight from Paris to Houston where I connected to get to San Francisco. Alas, no sleep till San Francisco.

It was a frustrating grind of a trip.

  • Snotty cab driver in Paris who wanted me to pay in cash when he said the credit card was OK.
  • Long lines in Paris airport (CDG stinks).
  • Long lines in Houston (TSA stinks).
  • Baggage missing in SFO because it was searched at IAH (TSA stinks sucks).
  • Snotty cab driver in SFO who was angry I was going all the way into the city and not to some nearby hotel.
  • Hotel manager who said my reservation was cancelled and they couldn’t put me up for the full conference…and that everyplace else in SFO is full.

(There are 45,000 people here for the Oracle conference.)

Epilogue III: Paris reflections

  • Plan on taking the Metro. It’s very easy once you get the hang of the signs.
  • Get a Metro pass (a day, a week, etc) because keeping track of individual tickets stinks.
  • Check the web to find out when free Museum Sunday happens and plan for it.
  • The Eiffel Tower is frickin’ huge.
  • Expect cigarette smoke everyplace. You will stink if you go to a cafe.
  • If you are a vegetarian, you’ll want to plan ahead. I’m sure vegetarian restaurants exist, but I didn’t look for them and none of the cafes had meat-free food, except dessert.
  • The city is a mess. If you are a germ-o-phobe, maybe you should stay home.
  • Attempting French first, even if you slaughter it, is better than asking if they speak English.
  • Look both ways when you cross the street. Then look again and look as you cross.

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