I’ve spent the last two hours submerged in Microsoft Access. My brain hurts and my eyes hurt.

I’m looking forward to a weekend of loved ones, good food, good times, and chocolate frosting. A good nap in front of a breezy window wouldn’t hurt either.

Tomorrow I’lll be 29, which is equally unnverving and uninteresting to me.

I can’t really string enough thoughts together to form anything coherent.

Thank god it’s Friday.

Nothing newsworthy/noteworthy to report, other than the fact that I think we should combine those two words in to one catch-all. New word: ‘newtworthy’.

Yes, thank you, I am brilliant.

It’s an unnaturally slow day here at the office, so I figured I’d take this opportunity to say hi to anyone who came here via blogtimore.com. I feel like I’ve joined a community, as if I’ve taken a step to become part of something larger, like I’ve been given….

…awww, forget it. I’m just vain and want people to read me.

So anyway, if you’re curious, you can learn all about me by reading the following survey that I just totally made up and gave myself.

Name: Mike
Age: 3 days shy of 29
Hometown: Hagerstown, Maryland
But now lives in: Baltimore, Maryland
Specifically: Woodberry
For a living I: Get my soul crushed in a very cube-intensive environment
I’d really like to: Have parts of my day that don’t involve a desk and a computer, get out of the office from time to time, and maybe find a way to wrap that around one of my geekitudes (read: history)
That would probably involve: going back to school for something I probably should have studied the first time
But that would mean: I would have had to go to a different school
And thus: I never would have met the guy that introduced me to my future wife
And that makes me: Sad
On a happier note, I have: A Diet Coke next to me.
And Diet Coke: Rules
Tonight I’ll: Go home, meet up with the Girl, and either go to the gym (if rainy) or take a long walk (if sunny)
Then: Dinner (something about chicken and a parmesan cheese crust) and a little Lost
This weekend I’ll: Drink some beers, go watch some lacrosse, and then eat some birthday cake and surf-n-turf.
Favorite B’more Restaurant – Fancy Shmancy: Fleming’s
Favorite B’more Restaurant – For the Average Joe: There’s no right answer here. Maybe Nacho Mama’s for the combo of good food and great memories. Also – Wharf Rat (Fell’s) for the best chicken fingers and fish-n-chips in town, Brewer’s Art for the best fries, Dizzie Issie’s for the best bar food, Holy Frijoles for the best chimichanga, and Fazzini’s (up in Cockysville) for some of the best pasta that’s quick and cheap. Ok wait, I totally forgot about El Salto (uno or dos, doesn’t matter) for the best all around Mexican. God I’m hungry.
I’m so out of the Scene I: Don’t even have a favorite bar anymore
And I’m: A-ok with that
Chimpanzees: Always funny

So yeah, that’s a little slice of me. You’re welcome. I’m sure I’ve glossed over some important things. Like how I tend to live in one of about 5 pairings of cargo shorts and golf shirts, how I think the new Battlestar Galactica is one of the best TV shows of any category in quite a long time, and how I have a tendency to overanalyze things to the point of nausea.

Happy Wednesday to one and all.

Seacrest: Out

Happy Monday!

Ok, well, not. Because I’m at work. Not a bad day, certainly not as bad as they have been lately, but still. I’m here. And here ain’t my favorite place. Never was, but I used to be able to tolerate it. I’m sort of losing that ability. But that’s an entry for another day – don’t so much want to trundle down the I-hate-my-job-and-am-unhappy-9-hours-of-the-day path today. We’ll save that sweet little morsel for later.

Know what path I do like trundling (or shuffling, shambling, or what have you) down? The old, abandoned, closed-to-traffic roads on the back side of Druid Hill Park. Emily and I have taken a few walks back there lately and it’s pretty awesome. Except for the constant rumble from 83, the scenery is such that you can almost forget you’re in the city. The rods border the back side of the zoo too, so every once in a while you’ll hear a Jurassic Park-like noise from inside the zoo. I keep expecting to turn a corner to find one of those acid spitting dinosaurs blocking our way.

In any case, we’ve figured out the circuit from our front door, through the abandoned roads, across Wyman Park Drive, through Hampden and then back home is juuust about 4 miles. (i know that because i found www.gmap-pedometer.com) Do that a few times a week and hit the gym once or twice and we’ll be in good shape.

And speaking of blazing new trails, I’m continuing my inexorable push toward the future. Ever forward, I say. I mean, yeah, it scares the crap out of me, but ruts and complacency scare me even more. I’m looking in to GRE’s, looking in to Grad Schools, looking in to the eyes of what I want. What we want.

We want to move somewhere greener, somewhere quieter. We want new jobs. I want to do something that is intellectually captivating. I have an idea about that last point, and I think it’s a pretty good one. I also have mediocre-to-ok grades from my undergrad and no experience in or exposure to my desired field of study. Not sure how that’s going to work, but I am going to find out.

Ever forward, that’s what I say.