Go to party. check.
Bring beer. check.
Know NOBODY there. check.
Get the business card of an amateur Elvis impersonator. check.
Totally impress people with my ability to toss bottle rockets for mid-air launches. check.
Decline the keg stand. Check.

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No, Paco. I know you can afford the bike on CL now, but I really don't think you'll be happy with an '83 gs750. Wait. wait wait wait. Save more, buy something new or lightly used outright. Couple more months, all the fall deals will start. You can do it.

Thank goodness I've fallen out of the habit of checking Woot every day, else I'd have a 42" LCD(or plasma) 1080p computer monitor that doubles as a TV and no chance of motorcycle. But now it's sold out. Yay.

.... BAAAALLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSS. Money sucks.

Can I fucking go NOW!?! 1:40 left to go and I want... GUESS WHAT. MONEY. HAIRY MONKEY NUTS! TUPPERWARE-PRESERVED-DEER-DROPPINGS-BREAKFAST-YUMMY-YUM-YUM SHIIIIIIT. Shit shit shit shit *thud* zzzzzzzzz.

I'm going to become a hippy. The laziest hippy ever.

And apparently I'll be a paranoid hippy too. I just found Ground Zero II, a nuclear blast effect simulator to show you the thermal/pressure/fallout range effects you'd see from a nuclear explosion of x-size, with a slider at the bottom to choose which weapon. I just had fun trying to figure out how close to death I was if various yield warheads were to strike D/FW airport. It went from the supposedly active 6kt warhead made by N. Korea (which wouldn't even knock down the fence, it seems), to Tsar Bomba, the 50mt thermonuclear warhead that sent registered seismic shocks around the world three times (say goodbye to central Texas). I can tell you which one I'd rather be hit with if I had to survive a nuclear strike with no warning.

Every now and then I remap and revise where I'd run in the event of some sort of foreknowledge of an impending full-on nuclear attack, and for the Dallas area, there's a bunch of nowhere to run. On pretty much every point of the compass there's something strategically valuable between me and the next hope for civilization or even self-reliance. Ft Hood, Ft Sill, White Sands... There's something else west and east of here to consider, but I can't think of it. Unfortunately trying to cross west Texas to El Paso during the aftermath of a nuclear war would be suicide. If south-running fallout didn't get me the heat/distance would. East would be reasonable, though NOLA would be glassed, since it's a major major shipping hub, plenty of options around there, though, and a lot more fertile land. I'm pretty sure Mexico would have a 'shoot on sight' order for Norteamericanos when I got there if I went Big Bend way. Anyway....

45 minutes now. Yay... and our new guy broke someones special order toilet. That'll be fun to deal with on Monday. Great.