Lots of local pictures from the bombings in Spain. Disturbing stuff. I’m not eloquent enough to do this situation justice in words, so a simple “our prayers are with you” must suffice.

Somebody finally set up the Wheel O’ Yum at work. Now they can let destiny decide their lunchtime fate.

I say “they” because I usually don’t eat out. Good for a laugh though.

They sent out a floorwide email today notifying us the mens restroom on our floor would be closed for work. No biggie.

However, the scary warning sign reading “Microbial Hazard” in huge letters on the door kinda makes one wonder.

UPDATE: Rumor has it, they were trying to kill some mold outbreak, and mixed the wrong chemicals. Somebody passed out in there!

When I was in high school, I used to have this odd dream where I was running on sand, and just spinning wheels. The most vivid memory is feeling so, so slow.

I started running again this week. I always “start running again”. The problem is, the older I get, the more it feels like running on sand. “No duh”, you say. Yet, even though I feel slow and out of shape, I pause to think that it still does me good. The realization hit me, I can’t seem to take two days of paintball in a row now. I also haven’t been running. Back when 2 days in a row were no trouble, I was running all week. Makes sense to me (ok, so I was playing back and moving less on the field, but let’s not focus on that).

I’m hopeful that starting up the exercise again, in conjuntion with the end of the grocery strike (stores open later + better food = better eating) lead to a road for better health. I’m needing it more and more.

So I’ve been playing guitar more recently. Even have a new one in the mail. Now, you may ask, what my number one goal of the moment is? How about to be able to play really, really fast. 80’s guitar legend fast. Seems like an odd want, as it’s an irrelevant skill these days. But still it’s my goal.

Unfortunately, to reach such levels is not much fun. It typically involves pointless, sometimes atonal, chromatic exercises to get all your fingers in shape. Yes, that includes the pinky (my pet peeve, 3 fingered guitarists!).

Now I’m back to the chromatic exercises, and it’s no fun. But it is productive. Even after just a couple hours tonight, I felt like my fingers were more in control of their individual purposes. Still, it’s an odd sensation playing a progression and only being able to play it at about 1/3 of my max speed. It’s definitely revealing of weaknesses. And wow, my hand hasn’t burned this much in ages.

So here is to hoping to stick to it.