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December 26th, 2009 by

I can’t believe I made the train today. My bus came a couple minutes early and I was pretty sure I was screwed. The only other bus I could possibly take was ten minutes up the hill and even then I doubted it could get me to the train on time.

So then I whooped out my tubephone and discovered that the ten-minutes-away bus was leaving in less than five. And since I had nothing to lose at this point, I huffed it up the hill with my overfilled backpack and suitcase.

Wouldn’t you know it? I just barely made it. Which is good too, cuz the train also left early (though, with me on it). Hooray for creative bussing!

And now, if you’ll direct your attention to the eastern sidebar… and assuming you have logged into your Raving Amicks account, you will notice that I have updated our stalker page for Mason. Please peruse it at your leisure.


September 12th, 2009 by

Well, we’ve had the puppy for a little over a week now. I guess Tyler and I were just too lazy to take pictures, upload them, and write a post. Puppy Oh yeah, we were also busy reorganizing the apartment. And later Tyler was busy with battling what was potentially the swine flu. It was a flu anyway—a flu that he conveniently came down with 48 hours after attending a video game expo where there was a swine flu outbreak. All those video gamers not washing their hands and then eating lunch makes even me feel sick.

So now we have a cute, fluffy puppy that loves people and loves to snuggle. But oh the whining. Oh god, the whining. This is the whiniest puppy I’ve ever met. I feed her food, she scarfs it down—while whining. I give her a walk, she bounds around happily—while whining. I look at her, she whines. I hold her, she whines. All I can guess is we’re simply not giving her enough attention. Or maybe she’s just pissed that we haven’t given her a name yet.

On the flip side, she makes a really good bookend:
Bookend Puppy

Rock Climbing Misadventure

March 26th, 2007 by

HPIM0281Fell while exploring the oasis. Glad I landed on one of two areas of my body that are padded!

Potato, I Blame You!

February 1st, 2007 by

An hour before my night class in screenwriting this past Tuesday night, I found myself at Big Time Brewery with a baked potato smothered in three types of cheeses, chives and olives with a hearty pint of beer. The beer and food (usually pizza) at Big Time is the second best way to reclaim my happiness after a torturous day at work.

I spread my script pages across the table and covered them in red ink; marking up areas or words that I found weak, and writing notes to myself for how I wanted to change the story. My writing/editing process couldn’t have been simpler:

Take a bite of cheese-drenched potato. Drink some beer. Write a paragraph of red ink over printed pages. Repeat.

Good food, good beer, and time to work on one of my stories. I couldn’t have been happier!

When the only thing that remained on my plate were fragments of potato skin and a puddle of butter, I had twenty minutes to leisurely walk to my classroom. Class came and went. I rode the bus home. Walked in the door by 10 PM. Relieved the dog. Fed and watered the dog. Lounged on the futon and talked to Tyler. Finally, by 10:30 PM, I brushed my teeth and went to bed. It had been nothing more than a typical Tuesday night for me.

Suddenly—cutting rudely into my peaceful dreams—my stomach seized and churned and bile flooded my mouth.

I dove out of bed and spent a good half hour waiting to throw up. Wishing I could throw. Once I threw, that annoying bile that ruins my teeth would stop. Once I threw up, my stomach would feel better. Once I threw up, I could return to bed. And yet, my stomach persisted in contorting and seizing. Finally, sleep and the comfortable new covers won over the chance that I might throw up on Tyler. I returned to bed. I spent the rest of the morning shifting and contorting to reach the least painful position, and cursing the cheese-smothered potato that surely gave me food poisoning.

I stayed home from work, originally thinking that I would be able to come in a few hours late. I drifted in and out of sleep, contorting, tossing and turning. Between lucid moments of sleep, all I could think about was how evil Big Time and their bacteria-infested potato was.

Finally, when noon came, I realized it was pointless to keep thinking I would make it into work. I forced my stomach out of bed, telling it that it had to commit to a decision: either hurry up and throw up and feel better, or stop seizing and feel better. This seizing and contorting business, I told it, is not working for either of us. I made Stomach an Egg in the Window, and told it that if it didn’t keep it down, I’m going to have to find a new stomach to share my life with. Stomach seemed to think I was serious, and gallantly kept that egg and wheat bread down. Stomach and I spent a few hours laying in bed and playing DS, and then finished off the working day with a hearty three hour nap. By the time Tyler came home, Stomach started to feel better, although it was still a bit uneasy. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully as Stomach settled down and returned to the well-behaved digestive system it usually is.

By the next morning—this morning—Stomach was much better, although still a bit delicate from its bout of seizing and contorting. It was then that I learned Tyler had similar issues last night. I still believed that the potato had poisoned me, though. It wasn’t until I came into work this morning and saw three of the other contractors were out, that I started to think that the potato from Tuesday night might have been an honest, wholesome potato after all. Starting up my computer and email account, I soon saw an email from a contractor who sits next to me and is directly on my team. She wasn’t feeling well at 5 AM this morning and was going to attempt to come in late. However, she never made it in.

I feel rather sheepish about cursing that damn tasty potato all day yesterday. However, I’m pleased to know that I can still eat at Big Time without thinking about that time they served me the evil potato of cheese-covered doom.

Amick Mom Birthday

January 21st, 2007 by

OK, I’m in the doghouse again.  Had an agreement with the Mom unit that 1) her over the top X-mas present would be a X-mas/birthday gift combined and 2) we would celebrate her birthday this past weekend, instead of the 17th of January.  Wrong on both.  She wanted and expected a significant present for her birthday and wanted a significant event on her birthday AND this past weekend.  Anyway, I have postponed the weekend celebration (due to her illness) to next  weekend (probably) and I have a cake I’m ready to bake when her stomach feels better.


August 10th, 2006 by

hey I’m sick, the runny nose, can’t talk right cuz my nose is stuffed and runny, headache and tired kind of sick. But I did call in sick for work, so I get the day to read and play video games. Oh and don’t buy scratch tickets, with my odds, you’d never ever win.

Hell Hath Frozen Over

April 21st, 2006 by

This week has been very strange indeed. And today—whoa, boy! And it’s only 10:23 AM. I’m kinda scared about what the rest of the day holds.


  1. I think I broke my thumb last night by smacking it into an executive leather computer chair.
  2. I called the union—twice. They have yet to call me back about the evil job.
  3. My boss at the evil job has become meaner.
  4. I feel like a failure at the good job.

But time for the Happy:

  1. One of my items was featured on the front page of Etsy—the site I sell on.
  2. My friend thinks T-mobile (his workplace) is going to offer Tyler an interview!
  3. Amazon-freakin-dot-com called to offer me a phone interview!
  4. My work-finding depression has disappeared—if Amazon-freakin-dot-com can call me, certainly other people can!

My Battle

April 6th, 2006 by

after going to the dermitologist for my acne last week on tuesday and being on all the medicine she gave me this is my progress so far. My face looks a lot better and clearer and i can actually feel smooth skin on my face which is nice. part of the problem was that i kept touching my face and now that i have stopped it has improved.

Before Dieter's New Braces


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Owww! My foot! %&@#!

April 1st, 2006 by

wickedwestie.jpgSo I was messing with the dog like usual while Mindy was distracted by chocolates, and Mary, she, uh… freaked out… a bit. (more…)

Nate Coming Home

March 16th, 2006 by

Mom visited Nate this afternoon. He’s doing better and will be home tomorrow. Anybody want to visit and change the catheter bag? Mom also questioned the bill and the clinic office manage was surprised that we hadn’t been kept up to date on the charges. She will adjust to keep it under $10K. Thought I was kidding about Dieter going to Clark? Next time you see Nate have a little respect!