November 15, 2015 at 11:07AM

and now I am testing DO Notes with my dead Internet blog space.
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What? I have a blog?

Apparently.  I didn't realize it had been a year since I'd posted.

If only ...

If only the rumors of Jim Caldwell taking over the Penn State program had been rumored 10 or 15 years ago and then come to pass, we could have been treated to this exchange with then-grad assistant Mike McQueary.

 

 "COACH! COACH!"

 

"...."

"YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW, COACH!"

"...."

 "COACH SANDUSKY BACK THERE IN THE SHOWER, COACH! AND HE WAS ..."

 

"...."

"HE WAS ... TO A BOY ... YOU KNOW ...."

"...."

 "You know.  With his .. unh unh unh ... GOD THIS IS SO HARD TO SAY."

"...."

 

"WHAT SHOULD I DO, COACH?"

From the 4th of July

(Ed. note: cleaning out my mailbox on my phone, I forgot that I tried to send the below paragraph via SMS and it didn't post. So I'm posting now even though it's after Labor Day now. Important to me.)

This 4th of July is the first one in my adult memory where my dad's not having a party. I'm not sure what to do with myself other than be more than a little heartbroken.
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GOD. If my past were brand-spanking-new clean and I knew those fuckers in the media would leave my family alone, I'd seek the Libertarian nod for governor just to keep this fucker from getting it. Hated hated HATED him in "Survivor" and forgot how much till now.

http://m.indystar.com/localheadlines/article?a=2011110831018&f=1242

(Mobile link may be dead now, but it's about Rupert running for Indiana's governorship. He has, as the article states, no firm ideas but will "reduce spending.")
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It wasn't important, but Boss, if you're searching on my name, read this

(Yes, I know you read this.)

So work has sucked ass. And then I took a week off. And it's gotten better.

It helps that I've refocused. It seemed like everything I put my hands on went to shit. And now maybe not so much.

I like my job. I like my boss. But we've not been getting along, to the point where I dreaded coming in to work out of fear that I'd hear how I fucked up yesterday.

And then we both took a week off. And all of a sudden, it's like I'm a completely different employee. I'm inspired, I'm recharged, I'm MOTIVATED. And it doesn't feel like a false dawn.

It feels REAL. It feels like I'm on track to being the best, to being all I was supposed to be when I was hired almost 4 years ago.

But I wonder if the improvement in the environment is due to the fact that I'm doing better, or that we both have recognized and accepted my limitations.

I hope it's the former.

We meet weekly for a half-hour, 45 minutes, whatever. And the meeting I had with him yesterday was POSITIVE. I felt good when I left his office. It wasn't the normal sense of relief that I usually feel.

Maybe I finally "get it." I know that I've been burned A LOT this year by certain folks in the organization out of my natural instinct to protect those around me. Cause I'm smart enough to, but sometimes circumstances fall out of your control. Especially in this job.

And I decided "no more."

And I'm out of this 3-year rut that I always tend to feel in jobs after 3 years. For now. Onward.
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Tested: pass

Good. Thoughts to type out via phone, computer is shit. Last one I tried from phone in july didn't work.
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Just a test.

Does this fucking work or not?
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You ever extended an olive branch to someone, only to have them take it and shove it up your ass? Such was my day at work yesterday. FMJ.

Re: new Mustang - any suggestions for sexy names would be appreciated. Previous one was named Belle, so that one is out. If it helps, this one is burgundy.

Eight days till I get my new Mustang. I'll try not to fucking total this one before its warranty expires.

I hate hate hate ESPN's "Streak for the Cash" game. Not because I can never seem to get a winning streak of greater than 5 going, but because it's caused me to give a fuck about the outcome of soccer matches. I'm not uncertain that this is the same way that problem sports gamblers feel.

Funny thing. I'm starting to wonder if my punchline MRSA isn't actually real MRSA.

For no damn good reason

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I think "semistate" is a uniquely Indiana term.