March 11, 2014

I am so in love with myself.

Yeah, that's pretty much all I came here to say.

December 12, 2013


Anytime I hear someone referred to as any type of –holic, I’m tempted to make a –hol joke. Chocoholic? What’s chocohol? I know. Hilarious.

For a few minutes this afternoon, I felt a glimmer of something I’m not very familiar with. For a while, I felt like a workaholic. Or at least, I felt like I understood how someone could be a workaholic.

If I were more serious about my “writing” I would do some research before making any kind of statement about workaholism (which is apparently not a word, so I’m not sure how much information I’d find) and/or workaholics. I don’t know any (that I’m aware of). Is it just someone who works a lot? Someone who loves their work and also works a lot? Feels a “high” when they’re working? Suffers withdrawal when they’re not? For the purpose of this article, that’s what I’m assuming.

And as I said, it’s an alien feeling. I like my job. I’m fairly good at it. But I’m happy to leave at five. I don’t miss it when I’m home. But for like an hour today I was just in the zone. Okay, so there are different zones. I can enter stuff on a computer super fast without really noticing what’s going on around me (my job sometimes calls for this), but this was a different zone. This was a rapid volley of people coming into my office with work, people coming into my office with questions, phone calls, and computer stuff. It felt good. I was almost tempted to remark to someone about how busy I was. I hate when people remark about how busy they are.

That’s another thing I assume about workaholics—they find fulfillment in being busy. Come to think of it, this isn’t just about work. I notice something similar when mothers talk about their kids. They talk about all the stuff they are doing. The school stuff. The after-school stuff. The practices, the games, the dance classes, whatever. Is it pride about their kids’ accomplishments? Or does it make them feel good about themselves that they do this stuff for their kids? People talk about some of the ridiculous lengths they go to for the sake of (for example) their kids’ sports. I have to restrain myself from saying “your kid doesn’t have to play sports!” Actually, this is probably a separate post. Where was I? Oh yes…workaholics!

I don’t really have a moral or point here. And I don’t know if I actually have a better understanding of what motivates some people. I might feel some kind of pity for them because it seems to me they get fulfillment from something that I consider trivial. But I could be totally misreading them. Maybe they get fulfillment from something else. Maybe they don’t get any fulfillment at all. Maybe I don’t either. Maybe they’re actually pitying me because I don’t have the things that bring them fulfillment. Here’s what I do know: I’ve definitely used the word “fulfillment” too much. And I should probably give people a break when they remark how busy they are.

July 30, 2013

BCAP Day Two (Panera)

I only recently realized Panera even offered Blended Coffee Awesomeness. I was distracted by something else: egg souffles. Have you ever had an egg souffle from Panera? Or from anywhere? Egg souffle, cheese pastry, and Mountain Dew. That was my order. Then they stopped serving Mountain Dew. I was really bummed about that.

But back to the subject at hand...where this drink? Yeah I have no idea what I'm doing here. If it helps, it seems like Panera uses a little more coffee than some of the other places. And for whatever reason (you can kind of tell by the picture), they give you a REALLY thick straw. You could probably drink bubble tea with this thing if you're so inclined, which  if you're like me  you aren't.

Panera is unfortunately on the south end of McKinney, where there's a bunch of annoying construction and traffic. But you know when there isn't much traffic? Sunday mornings. And if I just get myself out of bed, there's a spinach bacon souffle with my name on it. And a cheese pastry. And you know what else.

Also, there's a Half Price Books next door, so that's nice.

July 23, 2013


Sometimes I forget what a favor it is that someone else does my laundry most of the time. I don't refuse to do the laundry. I don't insist on some archaic idea that laundry is inherently "women's work" and that I  being manly, or at least mannish  shouldn't have to do it. My wife voluntarily does the laundry, and I appreciate it. 

The reason it's such a favor is because of how inherently unfair it is to her. Mass-wise I'm roughly twice the size of my wife, but my clothes seem at least three times as large as hers. How long would it take her to create a load of laundry with just her clothes? They just seem so tiny!

Anyway, my wife is out of town and I miss her, and not because I have to do the laundry. I'm not going to pretend it's not a nice bonus, but I would be just as happily married to her even if she insisted that I do it (though I might politely suggest that the shirt she wore over that other shirt for just a couple hours could probably be worn again before it needs to be washed).

I know this has more to do with me than with her, and I mean this is in the most complimentary of senses, but I just don't seem to get anything done when my wife is around. She is the best possible distraction. And while I don't doubt at all that the preceding two sentences are true, it's kind of a personal letdown when she goes away and I still fail to get anything done. Unless you count this. But I don't.

July 22, 2013

BCAP Day One (Starbucks)

So I figure what better place to start than the place that brought blended coffee awesomeness to the masses?

When things were going a little better, economy-wise, I used to get breakfast at Whataburger and coffee drinks from Starbucks for some of my co-workers. The coffee order was invariably more expensive than the food order. Say what you will about Starbucks, but no one can deny they have changed the way most of us think about the price of coffee. And they've caused us to lose all self-consciousness stemming from using ridiculous words instead of small, medium, and large. Bravo.

Maybe this is just my inner snob talking, but I swear I can taste the difference between the actual Starbucks store drinks and the grocery store Starbucks kiosk drinks. Okay, maybe that's not true. I think it mostly has to do with the barista (another word we probably only use because Starbucks is a thing). I particularly like it when it's blended evenly and there are no chunks of ice remaining that clog the straw.

Though my blended coffee awesomeness experience varies, and it's a little more expensive than some of the other options, part of the appeal of the Caramel Frappuccino is the options and add-ons. 2% (or skim milk) instead of whole milk, extra coffee, a shot (or shots) of espresso...if you're into that sort of thing. While I sometimes go for the extra coffee or espresso, I always opt for no whipped cream. I figure it's an easy way to get rid of a few calories, and it tends to make the drink neater.

Starbucks has a certain romanticism about it. Why do I get the urge to read a book at Starbucks instead of the comfort of my own home? I have no idea.

July 21, 2013

The Blended Coffee Awesomeness Project

You know what I’ve never liked very much? Coffee. During my teens and even my twenties, if I ever expressed this to an adult, they assured me it was only a matter of time before I came to love it as most of them seemed to. It never happened, though I suspect part of the reason is I never had a job that required incredibly long hours or extremely early wake-ups. But you know what I discovered about coffee? When it’s blended with ice, milk, and caramel syrup, I can’t get enough of the stuff!

Initially, Starbucks was the only place in town I could satisfy my craving for this delicious delivery system of both sugar and caffeine…but not anymore! So what is the Blended Coffee Awesomeness Project? Mainly, it’s an excuse to get one at all the local restaurants that serve them. It’s also a motivation to write something in this space. Also, I like things with the word “project” in the title (see also: Gutenberg, October, Alan Parsons).

I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to write about them. I don’t plan on reviewing them or anything, since this is the type of thing that boils down to personal taste, and even drinks from the same place tend to vary. Maybe I’ll provide useful information like price, size, calories, etc. I at least plan on providing a picture of each since Instagram now allows embedding images.

Exciting, right? I’m aware that it’s not…but that’s never stopped me before!

September 6, 2012

Self portraits, internet style

Okay, this has been bugging me for a while. I’m certain (photographic) self portraits have been around almost as long as the camera. But with the advent of the internet, smartphones, and social networking, self portraits are more popular than ever. Especially popular is the “mirror portrait”. Here’s a couple examples I took in my bathroom mirror:

Looking at self in phone

Looking at self in mirror

Besides the obvious similarities (they were taken seconds apart), do you notice what I’m doing in both of the pictures? I’m looking at myself—on my phone’s screen on the left and in the mirror on the right. It seems like 90% of the mirror portraits I see on the internet fall into these two categories, which is really just one category.

I don’t want to make blanket statements, but most of what we put on the internet is for the benefit of others. Even if the purpose of the picture is to draw attention to yourself, the picture itself is still there to be seen by others. So why not look at the intended audience?

Looking at camera

Yeah, I’m probably just being picky, but it bothers me when people can’t take their eyes off themselves for the two seconds it takes to snap a pic. /rant