Tubasaluki: Quoting music since 2003

It occurred to me that it has been nearly 2 weeks since I last graced this site with my words, and figured that you deserved an update, even though nothing had happened. So, its posting just to post time. Fyra is Swedsh for “four”. I do this feature on a somewhat regular basis. Its all good though.

First up, there’s been some major renovations going on at WJBD. Got new tile, new carpet, lots of fun stuff. None of this has really affected me, as the newsroom is untouched. So, while it looks nice, I just do my job and get to look at the finished product.

Not that my job has been very…well…exciting lately. There must be something about my voice that says, “don’t call me back under any circumstances.”. Because people don’t. Do you know how hard it is to do decent news stories when people don’t call you back? Its like doing a book report, only the library doesn’t have your book. This is known as weak. Oh how I miss sports where quotes were a trip to practice away.

In other news: after nearly two weeks of being officially owned by me, the house has yet to catch fire, collapse, or get sucked into an inter-dimensional portal. So far, so good. Though, should the third one of those scenerios occur, I think it’d actually be kind of awesome. Homelessness would suck, but how many people could say their home is on the other side of the galaxy? Though, I reckon property taxes are outrageous there. So, I’d be bummed about that.

I did purchase a new dresser so that I can go out and purchase 40 more t-shirts. Not really. though I have spied some absolutely hilarious one’s on the Internet that may be to tempting. In actuallity, I want to upgrade from plastic bins/college-esque furniture to actual, well furniture. Adds a touch of class. Besides, what if I brought a girl home? I’d want the place to look somewhat nice. Please stop laughing. No really.

The cat is doing well, though he has this notion that he wants to be outside. The funny thing here is, when I oblige, the cat is terrified. Literally. His eyes get big, he cowers, stops purring. Now, the cat is not the smartest being in the world (or this house! HAHA I win! Lets see you blog a comeback to that one, Cagney!) but still. His insistence on going to a place that terrifies him is a bit weird. Claustrophobic people don’t get together and say “hey I know wht’d be fun! Cramming into a phone booth and then get the door jammed!” Lets just say, Cagney’s application to Mensa is probably getting rejected.

Shifting gears back to the job, its going decently. Somedays I like it, other days (like, for example, Sundays) I like it less. Thats the way the ball bounces though.

I’ve started up running again, and I think its going well. You can follow my progress at mysweatytshirt.blogspot.com because if there’s one thing I do: its blog about my adventures. While My Sweaty T-shirt has yet to reach the epic standard that was Alan In Oz, well, its getting there. Boy, writing that blog was fun. Maybe I need a job that involves traveling, preferably all over the world. I think I could handle that. Especially if I could work in the occasional cricket or rugby match. Then I’d be set.

I think that does it for the randomness of another post. Off to Texas in a few weeks, so there should be some good stories out of that.

Until then.

I think you’re in love with the idea of being in love,

Alan