Posted 2:42 PM by John A. Seafisk

Uh oh, I'm on a sugar high after lunch. Darn those 44oz Dr Peppers! Darn darn darn darn darn darn darn darn darn! (stomping foot & making whole room shake, a la Herman Munster)

Being on a sugar high is similar to being drunk, except you're heading in the opposite direction of reaction. When plastered, you talk slower, think slower, and do not act like your normal sober self. When sugared up, you talk faster, think faster, and do not act like your normal sober self. But with the case of each state, you cannot fully control your actions.

Like right now. I'm only typing up this little blurb because of all this manic energy I'm currently channeling. If I was at the opposite end of the spectrum, i.e. tanked, my typing would loook mor lik thiz withwordsrunningtogetherandmispeledaholelott.

But, as with all sugar rushes, they soon come to an end. Things slow down, and you're not as fast.....

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typing. So you're back to normal....waiting for the next opportunity to slightly alter your lifestyle, whether it be reallyquickat100milesperhour or verrrrrrrry slowwwwwwlyyyyy.

Posted 1:50 PM by John A. Seafisk

So I was at my local Boston Market the other day for lunch....which seems slightly odd, since I thought they declared bankruptcy. Anyway, as I waited for my Boston Carver combo, a guy in his early twenties in a short sleeve dress shirt & tie approached me. He turns to me and asks, "Are you a programmer?"

He explains that I look like a programmer, with my long hair & beard and the fact is that I'm wearing a Lancaster JetHawks sweatshirt & slacks. I'm assuming he means a computer programmer.

I politely answer no, and he further explains that there's a lot of programmers around working at the nearby studios - Warner Bros., NBC, Disney.

I then reply that I wouldn't be working at Disney, since their company policy forbids facial hair (and I assume it applies to both sexes). He seems surprised as he responds "Really?" I reiterate. I don't remember if this facial fact is true or just an urban legend, but it seems to go along with corporate mouse policy.

As I grab my lunch & go, I wonder who is the more confused from our conversation...myself, for the programmer comparison; or the other guy, for the Disney no-hair story.

At least the sandwich was pretty good.

Posted 12:29 PM by John A. Seafisk

You fools!

Posted 5:13 PM by John A. Seafisk

A pleasant drive along a coastline always does wonders for the mind & soul. It also helps the body when you park & walk around a bit near the coast.

I took my mind & soul for a nice trip along the Pacific Coast Highway west of Los Angeles. It was great to see the beauty nature still has to offer, especially west of Malibu and before Port Hueneme.

Maybe next time I'll try helping my body. After eating pepperoni pizza for dinner when I returned, my body needs all the help it can get.