I have never in my life had such misfortune when working with electronics. It’s true that within the past two months I have managed to break four different HTC One phones, each of the covered under my service plan. I’ve witnessed a camera malfunction in two of the phones, and the third just plain died, and today I received my fourth… Continue reading
First, as always, be sure to read this piece just to get up-to-speed on what happens when I’m on Twitter for too long.
Next, a friend of mine from down in Texas introduced me to a very random, quirky, fun t-shirt company called NumShirt.
The concept is very simple, choose a black t-shirt or a white t-shirt, next choose a number that you like (favorite number, sports number, etc…), and finally choose a font. Once your completed, you check out via their website and after payment you’ll have your own t-shirt with a number on it, that you chose, shipped to your doorstep.
I’m not making this up.
After a fun dialogue with the guys from NumShirt, I agreed to snag a shirt and in turn I’d show a photo on Twitter of myself wearing their gear. However, for the sake of entertainment I’m going to take it a step further.
I know at least 390 different accounts have subscribed to this blog, not to mention over 1,000 Twitter followers, nearly 300 Facebook friends, and a Google+ page that’s accumulated 30,000 views in the past two weeks (see why I love my job). I wanted to share the random shirt with all of you here on FilingThePapers as well. It’s fun, it’s unique, and it seems like something that just fits for the oddities that this site contains.
The t-shirt is 100% cotton, and I will admit after wearing it for an entire summer day in August, it’s a very comfortable, very, very light material. Making it a shirt that is more likely to be worn versus the standard, cheap cotton shirts with screen press art.
You can order your own NumShirt at their website that’s linked to this text.
I’ve missed being at the office for three days this week. I missed out on the ALS ice bucket challenge, I missed out on pupusas El Salvador style…all because of this stupid cold.
All the nasty stuff has ended, minus a serious sinus issue in my head, and an occasional blocked ear. Sudefed didn’t meet my anticipation so I’m switching over to DayQuil to get this crud moving. The coughing has started, and I know that one place that I’m at serious fault for is not staying hydrated through all of this.
I’ve been reading up on sinus congestion, colds, the flu, etc…and you know what I’m learning? It’s not uncommon for this garbage to hang around for seven days. SEVEN DAYS! Forget that garbage, I’ll drug myself stupid to get out of this apartment tomorrow. My head may not be in it, but I’ve got to get out.
We’ve just learned a few powerful pieces of information in the household tonight:
1. Darco makes a great taco casserole
2. Sudafed Non-Drowsy creates an unquenchable, hyperactive individual of myself for thirty minutes.
3. Warm taco casserole plus coming off the Sudafed equals a very tired writer…
Praying for health tomorrow.
This is my only chance to type between doses of NyQuil. I couldn’t figure out if I was messing with allergies or a seasonal cold last night…until I went to get in bed.
With the apartment sitting at 70℉, I was uncontrollably shaking under a multitude of blankets. In other words, I’m sick.
It’s around 3:00 PM currently and I’m just now waking up. Darco went to go grab more fluids, and I’m stuck in bed for the day.
It seems like a light variant of the flu, so at this point I’d suspect I’ll be able to go again tomorrow morning, probably with some assistance from DayQuil.
Interestingly enough, I’ve had this seasonal cold twice this year, both during the two hottest weeks in the year.
I wish I could have found time earlier this week to type this post up, it’s actually been sitting in the reserves of my brain for a few days now. I’d love to blame the anime for this, but there’s more to the thought that I’m hoping to reach for in this post; it all revolves around one thought:
Stay. Strange. Continue reading
I did it.
It’s the end.
Understand that there is actually a decent story behind this one…
Once upon a time I was offered a scholarship to compete on the speech/debate squad at the college that I wound attending. For what it’s worth, it was and still is, one of the most prestigious programs in the United States. I competed for one season, before declaring I was wiser compared to the coach, and left the program.
I still regret to this day, walking away when things didn’t come easily.
Years down the road, the late, great Dr. Derryberry has passed away. A former teammate is now part of the coaching staff (they also saved my skin in Intro to Psych). Through Facebook last week they contacted me, and asked if I would return and judge at their tournament being held in October.
The same weekend as the university’s homecoming.
The same weekend of Alumni weekend.
I’m heading to the university I grew to despise, as an alumni, to judge at a speech/debate tournament, and enjoy…their homecoming week.
Alas, I have grown of weary age…