Last weekend, I bought a skull. It’s a speaker for an MP3 player or phone – made of plastic with a USB port for charging.

And it’s Mint Green. Like, it should glow in the dark but, sadly, doesn’t.

I charged it up and plugged in my MP3 player. Figured I’d get a couple hours out of it. Instead, it lasted over 4 hours. Then, several more hours over the course of the week. My player lost it’s charge and my phone couldn’t keep up. It’s still going as I write this – and I’m beginning to suspect this minty plastic skull may have some kind of eldrich power source. I’m afraid to open it up lest I unleash some vengeful spirit.

Or maybe not vengeful. You never know with these things – it might like my music. Just in case, I started off with a little Metallica and then moved on to Brittney Spears.

Gotta cover all the bases.

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On Monday, the webteam had a rough day. A database upgrade went… not great, and some critical programs broke. My swimming buddy was up to his eyeballs in code and wouldn’t be able to go with me to the pool – as is our usual habit on Mondays at lunch time.

I had stopped at Sheetz that morning to get a sub since the lines for lunch on campus are insane. So, I had a full sub, two packages of ho-ho’s, and a big bag of chips.

Now, I can eat a lot of food, but I don’t have to. So, I split up my lunch so he could have half and I ate the rest. That way, he could keep going and not be interrupted.

It was a couple of percentage points shy of quite enough to eat for me and I got a little headache by the end of the day – but it was worth it to help out even if I’m not a programmer.

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Also this week, I went to the nursing clinic on campus and got a flu shot. The email suggested that we wear a short-sleeved shirt and have our insurance card ready.

Before heading over, I took off my long-sleeved work shirt – I had on a t-shirt under it – and put my insurance card in my jacket pocket.

I went to the clinic, checked in and filled out some paperwork. I turned this in, handed over my card to get it copied, and was ready to go.

The nurse took me back to the exam room and I took off my jacket. She noted my t-shirt and my work shirt tied around my waist.

“Look at you! Ready to go,” she said and I replied,

“Well, I can follow instructions,”

She was a little taken aback and shook her head.

“Not many people do,” she mused wistfully.

I rolled up my t-shirt sleeve and she used a spray to numb the area. I got the shot, got a band-aid, took a survey, and got a sticker – and then I was on my way. 12 minutes total time.

I don’t always get a flu shot, but considering my insurance covered it and it was literally next door to work I didn’t really have any excuse.

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Finally, I got diverted again this morning for even more road construction. It is getting tricky to get anywhere with all the projects going on.

I got so frustrated I couldn’t even swear properly – and I’m damn good at swearing. I mean, I can throw in a little Klingon and Sumerian (those guys know how to party) and mix up a combo to take the paint off a wall.  The combination this time was still insulting, I think, but also didn’t make a lot of sense out of a very narrow context.

I’m not going to repeat it here – you’ll have to ask me, preferably in person. But it was dumb enough and silly enough that I couldn’t even stay mad.

Hmmm… maybe I should try that instead of growling at people that tick me off.  Hey, it worked for Princess Leia.

Scruffy looking nerf herder.
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