tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75193512011-12-14T21:17:29.383-06:00"Have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life?" - MorrisseyDerickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1152546737234047442006-07-10T10:50:00.000-05:002006-07-10T10:52:17.250-05:00

Reader Meet Author is now located at readermeetauthor.com.It's greatly improved with a lot of new content and a ton of new features. Head on over that way and give it a spin!

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After several days of copy-n-paste hell, I'm finally settled in at my new location.Everything that's here now is at the new site... plus everything from RMA: Quickies. I combined them into one, sortable blog. Posts will show up in the order they were posted, but you can filter things out by clicking the category names on the right hand side. There are also different pages of stuff that can be

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I started a new job last week. While I'll miss some things about my old job (namely the people I worked with), I think it was time to move on. I'd taken that job as my "while in school job" and for a brief moment had plans of staying with the company post college. But plans change and so I had to find something new.So far, I'm loving the new job. I love what I do and where I work (I've always

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I mentioned something in my last post about the courts. I think the exact words I used were "maybe it's the after-effect of a court system that's all too happy to side with stupid people who should have known better" (talking about employers who are afraid to fire cruddy employees). It got me thinking about frivolent law suits and the court system that seems to be ok with them.I'm a big fan of

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1129790378362410562005-10-20T01:12:00.000-05:002005-10-22T00:55:30.443-05:00

Even though I am no longer in the hierarchy at work, I know all of the goings-on and dirty secrets that most people in my position don't. The managers still talk to me about things that shouldn't really leave the "inner circle". Maybe old habits die hard. Whatever the reason, I'm not really complaining. I couldn't imagine going back into the dark after having access to all the juicy tidbits

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1129101992858566722005-10-12T01:17:00.000-05:002005-10-12T22:14:18.916-05:00

I've been tagged. No... not like a deer, even though I can think of a couple of people out there who wouldn't mind being able to hunt me down and shoot me on a moment's notice. Here... lemme hold the target for you.Instead of having a tracking device pierced through my ear, Dagny has chosen me to go next in a round of "what makes me special". Since there are different kinds of "special" I'll

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My brother, sister, and I were reviewing a paper my brother was writing the other day. It's funny when the three of us try to edit the same paper. My brother is very formal in his writing... I'm a little more stylistic and casual... and my sister, being a communications graduate student, is very structured in her writing. So when the three of us converge on one paper we're lucky if we have

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I did something almost unheard of a couple of nights ago. I went out. Pick your jaw up off the ground and wipe that look off your face. Haha. I threw out all of the rules and accepted an invitation from someone at work to go bowling with a group of people (it's the Ozarks... we still bowl here). It was a 50/50 group - meaning I knew half of the people who went... which obviously means the

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'Event I: Texas' can be found on RMA:QIf you've read my blog before, you know that I talk about my job a lot. It's not really because I enjoy it so much, but instead, because it's really the only social interaction I have on a regular basis. And since my whole thing here is looking at human interaction and human nature, I find a lot of "inspiration" for my writing at work... from co-workers...

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One of the things that separates human beings from other animals on the planet is our ability to display emotion. Notice I said "display" emotion. I chose not to use the word "experience" or "feel" because I'm not completely convinced that we're alone in the ability to experience emotion (Pavlov the dog looks so shameful when he does something wrong... you can't tell me he's not feeling *

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Halies Comet... the census... a good song on the radio... a decent car from Chevrolet... Have you noticed the pattern yet? Alex... I'll take 'Things That Only Happen A Few Times in a Lifetime' for $1000, please.I've got something else to add to the list: my day off. Yes, folks, it's happened again. Grab your binoculars, open a lawn chair, and bring some wine to toast the momentous occasion.

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1125389140242948102005-08-30T02:01:00.000-05:002005-08-30T03:05:40.260-05:00

You're an expert on something, right? I mean... everyone is an expert on something, be it finance, computers, artistic forms of expression, science, etc. Someone out there right now can name off every Beanie Babie that was ever made. That person is a Beanie Babie expert. Living right next door to Beanie Babie expert is another person who can rattle of presidential election results dating back

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I'm known in small circles for a couple of distinct characteristics: a realistic outlook that sometimes borders on jaded... a horrible fashion sense... great-smelling cologne... sarcasm that is sometimes taken too seriously... a foul mouth... no-subject-off-limits conversation... and, obviously, the ability to talk openly about myself.One characteristic for which I am not known at all is

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He's back... and better than ever: UberMouse.And this time it's personal...

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Back from my mini-hiatus and already I'm finding something to gripe about. Haha... so much for less bitching, eh?Get me started, and it's usually hard to get me to shut up. While I wouldn't consider myself Mr. Bigmouth or anything, in comfortable company I am not shy (about talking or about what I talk about... it is very hard to make me uncomfortable). I'd rather have a great conversation

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Well, the big project at work is done. It was overall an ok experience.I spent the last several days working over night (6:30 pm - 7/4/5 am). I haven't posted in a while because it seems like as soon as I get home I have to go to bed... and as soon as I wake up it's time to go back to work (well... that and I've been in a funk the last couple of weeks... and I didn't want to funkify my blog too

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If reality TV doesn't seem to have the pull for you it once did, I've got something that just might be of interest. Check out the Mouse Hunting Chronicles at my other blog, Reader Meet Author: Quickies.The first post in the "series" is called 'Screw Cheese... I've got Reisen'. This little rodent is turning out to be quite the trickster so I've decided to keep running updates on the progress in

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Today was interview day at work. We have a position that needs to be filled ASAP so my schedule was quickly filled with interviewing potentials. I think the job fell to me mostly because my supervisor doesn't like interviewing. As she has stated herself, she's been suffering from famously bad taste as of late with her hiring (ssshhhh... don't tell her I said anything... haha). I also get the

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I've been gone for almost a week. The first part of last week was spent in OK City for that work trip (which I ended up surviving... haha). The second part of the week was spent visiting ma, pa, and sis (with bro in tow) at the ol' homestead.I sat down to write something this morning. I started to link to a previous post from several months back, and as I was scanning the old post for the part

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Maybe it's the Aries in me, but I never thought I'd take it this far. I never thought I'd actually end up here. I figured, right from the get-go, that I'd start my new project and, like so many projects in the past, explode into it with a great outburst of energy... only to watch it slowly dissipate into nothing as the wind left my sails. Its a story I can tell over and over again,

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One of my new favorite sites to visit on the web is PostSecret. The idea is very cool: make a postcard on which you share a deep, dark secret... and then send it to this blog. They are all anonymous, of course, which is why people seem to be sending in all sorts of things that they claim they'd never be able to tell anyone else.Some of the postcards people send in are quite simple: a pre-made

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Human interaction has always been a source of fascination for me. Anyone who knows me or has read this blog before knows about my interest in the way we interact with one another. I've studied it on a personal, societal, familial, and corporate level. I'm even strange enough to do impromptu tests of my own when interacting with people that I see on a daily basis. So no... that day you felt

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I'm a junk food connoisseur. More specifically, I'm an aficionado of fast food. I eat the stuff at least three times a week. If not at home then on my lunch break at work. I mean, how much easier can sustenance get? Until they invent the meal-in-a-pill, fast food is it for ease of consumption. Even though I can sometimes hear my arteries clogging as I'm chowing down a beef n' potato burrito

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1118277633671769042005-06-08T19:36:00.000-05:002005-07-14T01:07:37.156-05:00

Just in case ya'll missed it, there have been a couple of changes other than the look around here:1) There is a "Site News & Updates" link on the right-hand side of the page. Future updates like these will go thereEdit: This has been removed. I'm just going to post updates like a normal person"2) I changed mailing list providers. The new one is better for everyone involved, but if you

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The cable company recently upgraded the menu service for my digital cable package with all kinds of new features intended to make my experience with the TV more user friendly. For the most part, they succeeded. There are all kinds of new little gems that pop up on my screen with a push of the overly-buttonized remote control.One of these new features is a much more detailed description of what

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A friend of mine is getting married in a couple of weeks, and I've been scrambling around work trying to get off so I can go back to Texas to watch this historic event. I call it historic because, of all of the people I've known over the years, he is probably the last one that I ever thought would settle down and get married. I know quite a few of the marrying types... the ones who long for it.

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My old supervisor, Patti, used to have a saying that, at the time, I always thought was funny. When I would call her up and gripe about something one of my employees had done, she would always remind me of her motto, and encourage me to pass it along to all of my associates:"Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine"Like I said, back then I thought it was slightly

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There are things that we must do that are never fun. One of those things is grocery shopping. I mean, seriously... the grocery store is no fun. Today I drug my butt down to the store to pick up a few things, and while I could probably rant for a while about how much I abhor the grocery store, that's not the point of this post.On the way there I was cut off twice by drivers in a hurry. Once I

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I recently took a little trip up to Kansas City. Yes, folks... you heard me... I actually left Springfield and went to another city. It's amazing, I know (and explains the lack of posts lately... haha). Leaving Springfield really drove home a theory I've had about why Springfield does absolutely nothing for me: it's a city without character, without uniqueness... a city without a soul.A city

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No matter what your position at work, you always have a boss. Corporate CEOs have to answer to stockholders... private business owners have to answer to laws, regulations, and the IRS. Most business in general are supposed to answer to their customers, but not all of them do (read: waiting for 2 hours at Wal-Mart for an oil change because everyone decided to go on break despite the fact that

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1111901408685442202005-03-26T22:38:00.000-06:002005-03-27T11:39:52.816-06:00

If you've got a gun, get it ready... you'll be needing it in a few minutes.My boredom level peaked today (or dipped... depending on how you look at it). I fell asleep early last night and therefore, woke up early today. While it's one thing to keep myself entertained for an evening after work, it's becoming quite another to keep myself entertained for an entire day during the weekend. If you

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1111725673194658802005-03-24T21:25:00.000-06:002005-03-24T22:45:13.186-06:00

Life is pretty hectic isn't it?If it's not one thing, it's another. Work... school... soccer practice... family/friendly obligations. Factor in all of the things we can't avoid, like paying bills... cleaning (which I guess is technically avoidable)... grocery shopping... getting up in the morning... and it seems like there's never really a spare moment. I won't even begin to talk about the

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Not counting the days I spend vegged out at home, I'd say I see 50+ people out and about. By see I mean actually see... out of their car... outside the house... at the gas station... in the store... eating at McDonald's. Of those 50+ people, I probably speak to about half of them. Be it a simple 'hello', 'thank you', or 'how's it going', at the very least. Sometimes it's more than that. I'm

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1111547521887481132005-03-22T20:22:00.000-06:002005-03-23T22:41:40.920-06:00

When things get quiet around the workplace, conversations usually crop up that otherwise would not really be work-related. Today that conversation was the so-called "Cheating Loophole". Apparently, this loophole applies to couples in a committed relationship and is aptly called a loophole because it allows the members of the relationship to designate one person with whom they would be allowed

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1111469294776147712005-03-21T23:03:00.000-06:002005-03-21T23:30:09.250-06:00

I was talking to a coworker today about her yearnings for a Coke and some chocolate. Now this wasn't just a regular "oh I want some" kind of desire. She had given up both for Lent, and now that the day of reclaiming her sinful habits was fast approaching, she was finding it harder and harder to keep up with her decision to forgo them for the time being. When I asked her why, if she loved them

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I was watching Gladiator last night on TNT. Besides reminding me of Airplane! ("do you like movies about gladiators"... haha), it made me think about power. Not so much about having it, but instead, about wanting it... about the people who want it.In the movie (which I'm sure most people have seen), Emperor Marcus Aurelius' son, Commodus, craves the Roman throne so much that he murders his

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1110160985747247552005-03-06T20:00:00.000-06:002005-03-06T20:03:05.746-06:00

Just in case anyone out there wants to try out Gmail (Google's webmail) I have about a million invites (100 to be exact). I think most people who want one already have it... but juuuust in case! Send me an email or IM (which can be found in my profile) or just comment to this post.Come on... I need to get rid of these things... you know you want one...

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1109830245933309462005-03-02T23:30:00.000-06:002005-03-03T00:10:45.936-06:00

I'm sure everyone has been to Pier 1 Imports before... right?Ok... so then you know that a lot of the things they sell there are handmade (and therefore one-of-a-kind) items from all over the world. One person even described the handmade items as individual works of art, which is a valid description if you think about it. What do we know about works of art? Unless you're looking at prints,

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Ever notice how some people always seem to be sick or complain about something being physically wrong with them? These are the people who always seem to have a cold... a sinus infection... a headache... something. We call them hypochondriacs and those people who truly do believe they have all of these problems have what the mental health field calls hypochondriasis (from which hypochondriac is

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I have a secret. It's not something I'm proud of. But it's something I must fess up to.I've become addicted to the TV. I know I'm about 20 years behind (if not more). I haven't had cable for a long time now... mostly because I didn't really find much of value on the ol' boob tube in the past. But I signed up for digital cable... and all I can say is DAAAYAM!Don't get me wrong... there's

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Well it's January 1st. 2005. The new year. The day when all of the hopeful resolutions start making their rounds at parties and in conversations only to find themselves forgotten or ignored by the time the trees begin to bud out again. I didn't make a resolution this year. Not because there's nothing I want to do or change over the next 350 or so days. But because I *never* stick to the

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1103159151537890812004-12-15T18:58:00.000-06:002004-12-15T19:05:51.536-06:00

Every day it's the same thing - 5:45 am - Wake up 7:00 am - Arrive at work 3:30 pm - Leave work 3:45 pm - Check email/webpages/etc 4:30 pm - Take nap 11:00 pm - Wake up from "nap" 3:00 am - Go back to sleep Lather, rinse, repeat. My schedule is awful. And it's my own fault... I can't NOT take that "nap" in the afternoon. I'm so tired after an 8 hour day at work on less than 3 hours of sleep

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1102794526394321752004-12-11T13:52:00.000-06:002004-12-11T21:36:38.026-06:00

I've seen it on TV a million times - the little annoying kid that always asks 'why?' to everything that's said to him/her. And the kid is always that - annoying (or so we're made to think). I am that kid, and I'm here to explain why I'm not only not annoying... but also why you should be like me (wow... does that sound ego-driven or what? haha). Before you roll your eyes and say "here's another

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1102552915854685852004-12-08T18:10:00.000-06:002004-12-08T18:41:55.856-06:00

In the past month, I've transformed from a well-functioning and relatively healthy 25 year old male into a medical mess of the mixed-bag variety. In no particular order, my new best friends: 1) The Back - By far the grandest of the medical mishaps my body has dealt with recently is a little case of what the medically-inclined call "acute lumbar strain". It just so happens that my work is...

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Who'd have thought this day would ever come? I mean... I certainly didn't. After seven (yeah, seven) years, I'm finally graduating from college. Come December 18, 2004, I will officially be degree'd. The last couple of months have been busy to say the least. That probably has something to do with the fact that I put a lot of things off until the last minute, and well, we know what that leads

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1097209004890882722004-10-07T22:57:00.000-05:002004-10-07T23:16:44.890-05:00

If I got started, I could probably go on for hours about things that I don't like. It's not that I'm negative or anything... I could go on for hours about things that I DO like, too. The point is, I've got a lot of opinions about a lot of different things. But the one thing I don't like *most* of all is a lie. I took a philosophy class in which we spent 1/3 of the semester discussing lying.

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I've been trying to find a job that's a little more related to my field (psychology). Right now I do manual labor, and while it's umm... great(?)... it's not really that relevant to what I want to do. I've found several job listings recently that would be a much better match for me. They are all a little different, except for one tiny similarity: They all want you to have experience! So just

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1093485609627592232004-08-25T20:22:00.000-05:002005-03-21T23:43:45.546-06:00

During the course of my life, few instances have presented themselves that seem so dire as to feel the need to vent. In fact, for the most part, I've been a fairly self-sufficient person that always looked at having people around me as a perk... not a necessity. I guess I took that for granted, because now that I don't really have anyone around I feel the need to vent much more frequently.

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1093191713922779952004-08-22T10:46:00.000-05:002004-08-23T05:41:40.716-05:00

I'm a firm believer in the idea of mind over matter. The idea of mind over matter, in a nutshell, means that the power of each individual's will (the mind) is greater than that of the world around them (the matter). Through the use of will, the thinking goes that one can change the world around them in very real and powerful ways. This idea is the premise behind such phrases as "if you wish and

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I'm just coming off from a week of vacation, and while I enjoyed the break from work, there's something more that's bugging me about having to come back. I spent the week visiting my family and I enjoyed every minute of it. I had originally planned to head down to Houston to visit some friends down there, but at the last minute decided not to spend the money it would have taken to get me there

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It seems like I've been bombarded with "love" today. Ok... I guess I hear about it everyday from someone. But today seems like an extra-lovey day for some reason. So I propose this question: What's the big deal? I'm going to tackle this question with a simple approach. I figure that's the best way to look at it, lest I ramble on and delve into way-too-serious ideas. I like simple. I'll

Derickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04225726302717701348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519351.post-1088966055356778762004-07-04T13:05:00.000-05:002004-07-04T13:34:15.356-05:00

Disclaimer: Hopefully I won't be taken to court by the RIAA for this post. Come on ya'll... I'm reformed... cut me some slack. In a time long past, I spent hundreds of dollars a year on music. First records, then tapes, and eventually CDs. I had a better music collection than some small music stores. Before I was old enough to get a job, I spent almost every cent of the allowance my parents

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Anyone who has followed technology/computers/etc for any amount of time has heard something along of the lines of "fanatic" or "zealot" to describe Apple's loyal fan base. Hell, I even used the term a few times myself in the past. I'd never come across a group of people so vocally in love with something as mundane as a computer (or a company). I began to wonder if Apple's Macintosh computers

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Is it wrong to ask someone with messy hair if they were "dragged to work behind something?" I think it is... at least it seemed that way when I got slapped.

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