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Name: Norton
Birthday: 9/15/1978
Gender: Male
Interests: The four R's: Reading, (W)riting, (A)rithmetic, and Regicide . . . oh yeah and tYpInG lIkE tHiS
Expertise: I can lick the back of my own knee.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
5/26/2004
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| I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've neglected you once again. It was because I was out saving the world . . . and drinking a lot and calling it "grad school".
Yes, I've been busy. Busy busy busy. Life has changed drastically, but fuck damn if it ain't fun. As many of you know, I left the South Bay for a 22 month hiatus in order to pursue higher education in the form of an MBA. The difficulty of the work for each subject is laughable compared to engineering undergrad. However, multiple the variety of work they throw at you by about a billion. There in lies the game.
That, and they pretty much keep you drunk the whole time. By "pretty much", I mean "with a gun to your head while telling you that if you don't drink you'll never have any friends for the next 2 years". I know because I'm taking a marketing class, so I can speak there language now.
As I said, much has changed, and even more has occured. Let's start a short list:
1) Moved to the east bay
2) Got elected as Social representative for my cohort, meaning I plan and help coordinate the social events for the portion of students that I take all of my core classes with (~60 students)
3) Tried to run the "Beer Mile": this is where you chug a beer, run a quarter mile, then repeat until you've completed a full mile. I succeeded in completing the mile. I did not succeed in completing the "not puking 48 oz of liquid) part.
4) I dominated a drunken twister competition. I don't have much time to break up here, but I knew those skills could be applied somewhere.
5) I've been to 3 beer festivals, one in Boston, and 1 scotch tasting. I also started the official Beer Club at my school.
6) I lost my $260 camera on the Bart because I fell asleep on the Bart, woke up in Orinda on the last train, dropped my camera somewhere, then had to take a cab back home to the tune of $40. A very bad night.
7) I was elected "VP of Social" for the MBA Association, meaning for the next year I will plan ALL the social events around the school - I am drunk with power . . . oh wait, that's wine.
8) I landed all A- in my first set of classes with an effort level that would've gotten me expelled in undergrad. Gotta love b-school.
9) I'm currently participating in "No Shave November", which is pretty self-explanatory. My beard (or chin fuzz) has been sponsored for $50, with that money going to charity if I make it through November without shaving. I'm not kidding. But man, do I look completely awful.
And there's been a bunch of other stuff, but your probably so bored that your're coming over hear right now kick me in the temple, so I'll move on.
Actually, there's not much else. Michi the Angry-Looking Japanese chick is still standing by me despite my inavailability, I haven't gotten fat, and I think I have a much better idea what I want to do with my (that feeling might only last about 3 days though).
I have to go drink in the bathroom now. The b-school administration has sensors that can tell when you're sobering up.
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| Hi blog readers (if there are any of you left), sorry I've been so
distant and cold lately. Despite my preponderance of free-time at
work these days, I've had no inspiration for and inclination towards
updating this thing lately. I guess I'm in a state of blog
depression, due to an imbalance in my blog-otonin.
Or I could just be super lazy from sitting here staring at the internet/the wall/my feet for hours straight.
Life outside of work has been jim-dandy and action packed, or
jim-packed and action dandy. Ooh, time to google the origin of
the term "jim dandy". Uno momento pork flavor.
-- Google Break --
Okay, I'm back. According to the online Merriam Webster
dictionary, the saying most likely originated from the term
"jack-a-dandy". Dandy apparently is "a man who gives exaggerate
attention to appearance." And "jack-a" means "jack of". So
I guess a "jack-a-dandy" is someone known to be a dandy. God that
was too much effort.
Hmm, I suppose I unfortunately could be considered a "dandy" by certain
wags and pundits, at least physical fitness-wise. Clothing-wise,
I'd be wearing a menagerie of plastic bags everyday if Michi The
Angry-Looking Japanese Girl wasn't dressing me. She somehow
intuitively knows things like "black goes with everything", and
"exposed nipple doesn't look good on me". Ah, the mysteries of
the fairer, angrier-looking gender.
Maybe I'll head home, pop in a Teletubbies DVD, and drink some
scotch. Well, let's list some things I need to take care of
before heading off to the land of bizness:
1. Quit job #1 (est. Jun 16)
2. Quit job #2 (est. Jul 1)
3. Find a place, most likely in Emeryville (est. Jul-ish)
4. Dump paper money, turn into real money, give to business school, cry
5. Having going away party of some sort which will be capped off with a
series of apologies for hilarious yet regrettable incidents.
6. Go to Maui, go to pineapple winery that I might criticize the whole
concept of pineapple wine while sucking down copious amounts of it for
free
7. Eat stuff, haven't decided what yet.
Yep, it's a pretty full schedule. Now I'm off to lie down under my desk.
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| Hello all, my journey down the scotch path continues. I'm going
to list out what I've tried so far, along with a nebulous rating system
so I can keep track of everything. The ones that I underlined are
the ones that I actually own, and so they sit there on my shelf,
tempting me to sip them and pour them down my pants:
Balvenie Double Wood 12yr: 7.5/10
Lagavulin 16yr: 10/10
Macallan 12yr: 7/10
Glenfiddich Special Reserve (12yr?): 5.5/10
Talisker 10yr: 8.5/10
Clynelish 14yr: 7.5/10
Whoops, kind of fell off there for over a month. Anyway, here's the rest of the post:
Oban 14yr.: 8/10
Laphroaig 10yr: 8.5/10 (and cheap!)
Glenmorangie 10yr: 7.5/10
Glenmorangie aged in Sherry Wood 12yr: 8/10
Glenkinchie 10yr.: 8/10
Glenlivet 12yr.: 6/10 (I got this one by raiding Audrey's booze cabinet on her moving day)
Dalwhinnie 14yr.*: 8/10
Ardbeg Uiegedal: 9.5/10
* denotes a scotch that I don't currently own but will most likely blow money on
This list doesn't any of the whiskies I had at the Whiskies of the
World Festival (except for the Ardbeg) because their were way too many,
and I didn't type this while things were fresh in my mind. We'll
just say it was like a 3 hour porno marathon of scotches gettin' it on
with each other. Also, there was a really good buffet . . . I
don't know what I'm talking about anymore.
Anyway, I have about 2 more months of my engineering job, and slightly
more of personal training, then I'm in full-retirement for a month
(woo-hoo!!!!!!!). Unfortunately, my brain has been fully retired
for about a month now, and is now just sitting at home in the easy
chair, wearing a wife-beater, drinking Miller High Life, and watching
daytime TV court shows where sassy black judges tell newjacks how it
is. Word.
As an example of my brain retirement, the following creation was my major accomplishment at work last week:
I call this the accident fairy, and I'm going to propse it as the new
mascot for the gym where I work. That, or the ceiling cat:
Hopefully the ceiling cat will help reduce the rampant masturbation problem at work.
Oh yeah, check out my friend's blog at www.xanga.com/tonightsdrink, he's been reviewing cocktail recipes.
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| I know we can all appreciate the magic contained within this picture:
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| I'm a wee bit drowsy today. I went and saw the new Cirque du
Soleil show last night, which had surprisingly little package
action. Maybe they're focusing less on French-Canadian bulges,
and more on the acrobatics. Sounds like a poor business decision
to me.
Anyway, it ran a bit late, and work ran a bit early this morning, so I
trudged my way through 3 hours of personal training this morning
powered mostly by Starbucks and partially by my own jokes which are oh
so entertaining. Isn't that why you're reading this? Or is
it more of a car crash can't look away type dealy? Regardless,
the morning was a bit hazy. I actually remarked to my 2nd client
that I was disappointed that in my time at the gym I have never seen a
good comical medicine ball to the groin. He seemed to understand
my dissappointment. On the other hand, when he does mocking
impressions of me, it sounds a lot like the evil German guy from
Raiders of the Lost Ark that gets his face melted at the end. So
I think we're on the same wavelength.
So now that I'm at job #2, I've been mostly staring at my cubicle wall
with my mouth open reminiscing about the midget capering that they had
during the show last night. Ah the capering. So
midget-y.
Normally my haziness comes from having had a drink the night
before. Now that I get up super early, one drink is enough to
scramble my brain early in the morning. However, I didn't drink
last night. I DID have a Talisker 10-yr during lunch, which
scrambled my brain for work during the afternoon. Mmmmm,
Talisker. Very smokey and peat moss-y, but not that
complex. Very smooth though.
Scanning back through this entry, it's pretty pointless. Which
brings me to the question: Why are you reading this? Is it
because you're as bored as I am? Has my blog become your only
communication with the outside world? Are you waiting for the day
I post naked pictures of myself (I'm working on it, I keep blinking
when the flash goes off)?
I believe I will either get back to work, or Google people I know now.
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