The Department of Homeland Security has recently upgraded my hair color from 'medium brown' to 'blue'.  They have said in a press statement that this change in my hair color does not indicate a change in the current terror threat level (which is at plaid, I think), and that the American public should continue about its business.

That is all.

... because I do.

It's 6:30 in the morning.  I know that because that's what the clock next to my bed says.  My cell phone, and three computers agree on that one.  I also know this because the sun is lazily making its way into the sky with it's typical Didn't I just do this yesterday? attitude, and because there's an assortment of television programs on with titles like "Good Morning, America", "The Morning Report", and "Jumping Jesus, It's Early **Yawn**".

Most importantly, though, I know it's 6:30 in the morning because my alarm won't go off for another hour. 

Though I find all this evidence a most compelling reason to go back to bed, it seems that my upstairs neighbor finds it entirely circumstantial.  S/He is, for the second week in a row, using some sort of power tool that sounds like a combination between a power drill and a penguin.  This is soon followed by hammering of some sort, then the spinning of a rotary saw - it's important to note here that I really only hear the saw spinning up and down, I never hear them cut anything with it.

Quiet hours in this building are supposed to be between 10:00PM and 8:00AM.  Pacific Time.  Perhaps that's where they're getting confused.  Maybe I should go up and explain to them how timezones work. 

If that doesn't work, I suppose I can always phone up the local chapter of the NRA and see if they can hook me up with some light artillery on a temporary basis. 

I'm back in Seattle after having been in Minneapolis over the weekend. Matt's wedding was great. It's a special warm feeling to see a close friend be that happy with someone. I wish the best for both of them. They totally rock together.

I had forgotten what a sweltering pit of sorrow the midwest is in the summer, though. My office mate (who is also from the midwest) and I have been bantering back and forth about why we actually moved out here. We had been reading about the warm weather that Wisconsin et al. had been having recently and were feeling a bit slighted. I don't feel that way anymore. I am so glad that I no longer have to put with with the humidity and heat all at the same time. I'll take the occasional shower any day, thank you.

So yeah, it was a good weekend. Totally fantastic to see my friends, and the wedding rocked. The reception was fun too, even though I totally failed to get anywhere with the girl I was chatting up all night - meh. Whatev.

I'm really starting to feel like this is turning into one of those "I had toast for breakfast and it was yummy." posts, and I hate those with a fucking passion, so I'm going to stop now. You can all thank me later.

I get to see my friends tomorrow, and I can't wait for it.

While that may sound rather unimpressive, it's one of the biggest things that's happened to me in a while. See, one of my best friends from High School is getting married that weekend, so I'm flying back to the midwest for that. His brother and sister are also really close friends of mine, so I'll get to see them too. I've essentially grown up with these people, and I haven't seen them in months.

It's not like I don't have friends here in Seattle, but they're different kinds of friends. I know the people here in a different way than I know my friends at home. Back home, I've grown up with them. We have an insane amount of history together, and can comfortably sit in a room without saying anything to each other.

I know it's Matt's big day this weekend, and I'm really very happy for him, but I can't help being selfish and thinking about what a tremendous weekend this will be for me, too.

I'm sorry - I just have to announce this to the world. Kari Bryon, of MythBusters fame, is brutally hot. Not just because she's beautiful (though she is) but because she's SMART. Damn, that's sexy!

I did punch a baby once... in anger.

In my defense, the baby was being kind of a dick.

---

Note: For those of you out there who are too bloody stupid to realize that my sin confessions are totally apocryphal, go do something profoundly dangerous. Without a helmet on.

There appears to be a new "reality" TV show on Bravo called 'Being Bobby Brown' which is meant to give you and me a "real" look at what it's like being... well... Bobby Brown. My question: Who gives a rat's ass? Who the hell is Bobby Brown anymore, and why do I care?

The last thing I remember hearing about Bobby Brown is that he's low-life, drug addict scum. Why does he need a TV show? If I really want to see that, I'll take a trip into Seattle, thank you very much.  As a matter of fact, why don't they just take a TV crew into the core of any major metropolitan area.  You'll see the exact same thing as on this shit show.

To Bobby - give it up, dude.  The commercials for your uninspired show say you used to be a pop star.  I don't remember that, and I don't care.  You're a has-been.  You're forgotten about.  I'd love to tell you that nobody cares about you anymore, but I know that there are enough pathetic people out there who will watch your show for at least two seasons worth of your pointless antics. 

:: sigh ::

And I just dedicated a blog entry to you.  I'm going to go drink.

Marie posted a link to this site earlier today. It's the most amazing thing I've ever read.

After reopening this site, I took it for granted that the people reading it knew enough about me to put any of my inane ramblings into context.

That's probably still true.

Just the same, though, I should probably fill in the blanks.

So, my name is Mikey, as you've probably guessed. My last name isn't important - though it should be easy enough for any interested party to discover. I recently moved from Madison, Wisconsin to Seattle, Washington. I grew up in Madison, but moved out here for work. I have no family out here, and a handful of friends, so I'm in the constant state of trying to get out more.

This blog is about me - personally. I have another blog that covers the professional aspect of my life, but I'm not going to link to it. I'm trying to maintain a thin veil of anonymity because I don't want to feel like I need to censor myself.

I'm sure that some people will be smart enough to do the math and put the required pieces together to find out who I am and what I do. That's fine. All I ask is that you understand that I want to keep my personal and professional lives separate, and that you respect the separation I've created.

So that's me.

I went to a "hat party" thrown by SpaceCityMixers.com last night with my office-mate, Navin.

I've tried a few different social clubs here in Seattle, and so far... well. The one last night was the best of the bunch, but I still wouldn't call it a success. It was, however, nice to get out.

So - I had quite a bit to drink there, which made it easier to talk to the ladies. I made the choice, however, to drive home after the party was done - stupid, stupid, stupid. It's one thing to drive after drinking in Madison, Wisconsin. Hell - chances are that everyone else on the road is slightly more intoxicated than you are.

It's another to do it here. Driving is totally different out here. I'm not going to do that again. I don't need the danger, and I don't need the legal consequences.

I also drunk-dialed my ex who lives in Portland while I was driving. She was very nice - she called me later to make sure I had gotten to my destination intact. At least I didn't say anything stupid... I don't think.

My other web site - the professional one - is currently fucked. I know why, but I don't know who's to blame. I doubt it's me.

I'll fix it tomorrow night. I'm sick of fucking around with it tonight.

... So... are new posts showing up?

Marie pointed out that comments aren't working - you're apparently getting a message about how "we're" sorry that a problem has been encountered or something?

To be honest, I have no idea why it's happening.  Everything looks right (which is usually the sign that something is very wrong).  I'll keep working on it.

UPDATE: <-- That text is in bold and italics.

ANOTHER UPDATE:  Fixed.  So leave some goddamned piece-of-comments, people.

SON OF ANOTHER UPDATE:  Broken.  Dammit.

REVENGE OF SON OF ANOTHER UPDATE: It's still broken - I don't know what the hell is going on.  The first time the problem was that a component that a file was referencing wasn't available.  Now it just seems to be crashing because it feels like being a crackwhore.  I'll reload the site from scratch tonight (by 'tonight' I mean 'whenever the hell I happen to get the motivation to fix it'.)  In the mean time, comments have been disabled.  Welcome to China.

BEST FRIEND OF SON OF ANOTHER UPDATE:  Comments are still broken, and I don't have the time or energy to care right now.  I'm sure I'll get around to checking it out next week.

UNCLE'S COUSIN'S NEIGHBOR'S SISTER'S AUNT OF BEST FRIEND OF SON OF ANOTHER UPDATE: Comments are working.

YOU KNOW THE DRILL: It appears that new posts aren't showing up now. I'm getting really sick of this website already... ... and just as I posted that, they started showing up. I swear that this thing hates me.

So I went and got fitted for a Tuxedo for Matt's wedding today. 

It was one of the best experiences of my life, as the young lady who's job it was to take all of the measurements was a crazy-hot asian girl - probably Thai.  She was brutally hot... mmm... hot...

Yeah... Matt, I owe you one.

I had originally planned a post about how much I hate weekends because I have nothing to do. Then I found something. I'm going shopping with Dom today in an attempt to find something to give to my Dad for Father's day. And then I get to go and get fitted for a Tux. I feel really stupid blogging about this... there's no reason for me to tell any of you this. What am I doing?

I knew - I absolutely knew that Telligent Systems would release a new build of Community Server the day after I put this site up using their most current (at the time) bits.   I'll probably upgrade over the weekend.  Meanwhile, the rest of the world can thank me for taking one for the team and getting a new version out today. 

Sorry for the large amount of quick and crappy posts.  I'm trying to get the time set correctly.  I didn't make the last post at 3 in the morning.  Honest.

I'm fully aware that the current look and feel for this site is astoundingly ugly.   Community Server 1.1 seems to have fewer choices for skins, so I'm trying to get everything worked out. 

BBG is up and running again.  For those of you who have been around since the beginning, you'll notice some differences...  For starters, it's just me now.  This is going to be my personal blog - about me.  No tech stuff - just me.  All Mikey, all the time.  If you're not interested in hearing about personal stuff, unsubscribe now.

The rules have changed here.  I'll write about pretty much whatever I want to, but not about work.  Not about computers.  I've got another website for all that.  This site is about me and what I have to say, assuming that I have something to say. 

This blog is no longer PG-13.  Just a warning - I'll swear if I want to, so better keep the kiddies away.

And with that, I'm going to bed.

I forgot I had them switched off for everyone else until Mr. Nathan reminded me...