tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62898262011-10-02T09:54:16.693-04:00It's a blog. I write stuff down. You read it.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14305606712564192945noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289826.post-32577840823303359432008-08-13T11:42:00.002-04:002008-08-13T11:44:30.678-04:00

I'm attempting to convince people at work that a blog would be a great way for distributing information to our sales force. I just wanted to test a couple of things before presenting my blog (which to say is dormant would be seriously understating the case) for them to look at.

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Since June 29, 2005, this blog has lain idle and that is entirely too long. I gave up on maintaining this blog for a few reasons:1) I live, basically, a mundane life - title of this blog notwithstanding. About the only thing mis-spent about my adulthood is that I don't spend nearly enough time doing anything.2) About the only people who read this blog were my friends and family, who already know

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Okay, for reasons which I don't particularly wish to discuss, it became necessary to find the lyrics to "On Top of Spaghetti". This is the first site that was listed Google (and I'm not helping the cause any by linking to it). Not only are the lyrics available, but it automatically starts playing some 6 year old practicing the piece. At first, I didn't even think that it was the same song.

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This past Saturday, I fell asleep on the couch as will happen from time to time. I woke up about 4am or so and toddled off to my bed to complete my slumbers. Unfortunately, it would be about an hour or so before I finally was able to fall back asleep. Not because I wasn't tired or anything of that nature. No I wasn't able to sleep because of a vicious row that my neighbors were having. Before I

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"Perhaps, just perhaps", I said to myself when first contemplating this entry, "I'm about to reveal a bit too much about myself." Then I realized that my second post was entirely about the consequences of going to the bathroom with cold hands and decided that this is, if not any better, at least no worse. You see, at some point in the past I seem to have become some sort of mad scientist. This

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A lot has happened since I last set fingers to keys, so let's not waste any time on pleasantries and get right to it. Shall we? Whistlestop I returned to Chicago about two weeks ago for the Chicago Pride Parade. After visiting with my niece (and by default my sister and brother-in-law) on Saturday, I headed downtown to my friend Stacey's "cute" apartment. Anyone who has ever looked for an

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This story begins a few weeks ago at a "Welcome to the Team" gathering for my new boss at a local pub (yes, that's right - a pub!) I can't recall the name of it right off the top of my head, but it was Irish...Definitely Irish...I think. Most of that evening seems to have passed in a bit of a haze since the beer was flowing freely because the director of the division was picking up the tab and

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Once more, and for some inexplicable reason, this page is again the result when you use the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button when doing a Google search on "musings adulthood". I would like to thank everyone that has made this possible...my parents, my friends (especially Kevin D), my third grade teacher, the academy, the other nominees for not being as well linked as myself and most importantly -

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Today I went to get my eyes checked. I've been wearing glasses, almost exclusively, since the 4th grade. There was a short, 4-6 month experiment with soft contacts at one point, but since it turned out I could only wear them comfortably for about 8 hours, I went back to glasses. There was also a two, pain-searing, torture filled minutes when I tried hard contacts, but I would rather not

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Well, not ants but cicadas. Cicadas are the insect du jour here in Dayton. Or, more appropriately, insecte de l'été, which means "insect of the summer" for anyone who doesn't have either a nodding acquaintance with French or isn't a crossword fanatic. The way people are talking about them, you would think that this is one of the ten plagues of Egypt. Of course, if people start breaking out in

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Normally, I don't write entries while at work but my boss left for vacation about 1pm today. I held back from writing an entry right away since bosses can be sneaky and suddenly reappear when least you expect them. Oh, what a happy circumstance! Even more so because my boss sits in the cube right next to mine. I have a couple of projects to work on but now there is no rush. I can dog it for

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Sorry to make you wait for this post, but it was too late on Sunday to sit down and write everything and well...as for yesterday, I figured you'd waited that long, what was another 24 hours? Before I actually tackle the weekend, there are a couple of house-cleaning chores to be done and both come from my Memorial Weekend post. First, I mentioned the town Paw Paw, Illinois early in the post

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There is a lot to write, but it is nearly midnight and time for me to go to bed. It has been a busy weekend so I thought that I would jot down a few notes for me to flesh out tomorrow or Tuesday. In brief, my weekend included: Working at my aunt & uncle's Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Jet-skiing D-Day (plus 60 years) The Tony Awards I'll just let you stew on that for a while.

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Two posts in one day? Madness! In defense of my sanity, the post "Unwept, unhonour’d, uninterr’d he lies!" was very nearly finished when I saved it early last week. All it needed was a bit of spit and polish and...voila! Now, this has the potential to be a bit of a blogging week (as I will explain below), so I figured it is best to try and keep as current as possible. So, without further ado...

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NOTE: I started this entry last Monday, but just got around to finishing it. Originally it was titled, "Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war" from Shakespeare's Julius Ceaser. But since this is a post about the movie Troy, I figured the quote from the Iliad would be a bit more appropriate and appropos. Last weekend my cousin Dean and I went to see Troy - all 2 hours and 42 minutes of it.

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As you probably noticed, the look of this blog has changed somewhat since I first started it. Blogger, the host of this blog - hence chrisbehnke.blogspot.com - upgraded their service and introduced a whole bunch of new templates. So, I took the chance and made a change. Now, my friends Kevin and John both maintain blogs as well. Unfortunately, they updated their templates before me. This

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Towards the beginning of my freshman year at Nazareth Academy, a Catholic high school, I asked my mother why the nuns wore those dresses that they wore. To which she responded, "Habit". I kid you not, that was the actual conversation. It wasn't until later that I realized that I played my mom's straight man. I, like most people, am a creature of habit. Habits are the comfort food of daily

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I've made enough references in my previous posts about my TV viewing habits that I thought that I might explain exactly what they are. I guess the best place to start is with a run down of the shows that, for me at least, are must see TV (my apologies to NBC for borrowing their tag line). Sunday: Alias (ABC, 9/8c); Crossing Jordan (NBC, 10/9c) Monday: Everwood (WB, 9/8c); CSI: Miami (10/9c)

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As you might be able to tell from the title, I have very little to do today and I'm not enjoying it. In fact, I was so bored that I watched The Growing Pains Movie. Yes, you read right. I watched a really, really, really bad reunion movie from a really, really, really bad 80's sitcom. Well, perhaps it wasn't that bad at the time, but like the Dukes of Hazard, it just doesn't hold up once you

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This is a recent e-mail sent to all associates at my company: Subject: Reynolds Reaffirms Commitment to Safe, Secure Workplace: No Weapons Through online feedback from associates, a number of questions and comments have been received about the company's policy that prohibits weapons at work and also about a new Ohio law that allows people to carry concealed weapons. (Ohio's law will go into

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There is no way to gussy this up, so the plain hard truth will have to do...the corporation that I work for is extremely cruel. No, it isn't the pay (for what I do, I'm actually paid fairly well, but don't tell them that) or the hours or my boss. Nope, none of those. It's the friggin' vendor displays that they allow by our cafeteria. Normally, there will be some vendor that will set-up shop

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First, let me confess something...this is not the original version of this post. When the facts below came to light, I was on my lunch break and just quickly threw together the post. I've since gone through and edited it slightly, including giving it a new title. So, if you read this post right after I sent out the e-mail to virtually my entire address book, you may just want to read it again.

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Once again, I find that there has been a significant amount of time that has past since my last post. I can't really say that I'm sorry, because if that were true, I'd write more often. I did start a draft of a follow-up to my previous post entitled, appropriately enough, "I Still Know What I Did Last Weekend" but I never got around to finishing it and now I can't find it. No big deal. I

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I apologize for being so long since my last post, but honestly, I couldn't think of anything that was worth writing about. However, that changed this weekend when I went home. Before you get your hopes up that there was some grand adventure possibly including some ultra-secret chemical formula that had to be kept from enemy hands, scantily clad women and lots of impossible to believe gadgets,

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I received a call today from a friend of mine. After a brief greeting, she went for the jugular, "Do you know anything about computers?" I opted against saying that I did know some stuff and went for the much safer approach - waffling. "Emmm, I know some. Why? What's the problem" See, this neatly gave me an out should I either A) not know the answer or B) the problem would take too long to

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It snowed today in Dayton. It began this afternoon at work and when I saw it I knew, in my heart of hearts. that I was in trouble. I wasn't in trouble because I would have to shovel the walk or clean off my car...no, I was in trouble because I would have to drive home. Not long ago (December 7th, to be precise), it also snowed and I learned first hand the difficulty Ohioans have with their

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Let's start off with a confession (which isn't much of one if you know me)...I'm a smoker. I'm not necessarily proud of it, but I'm addicted and that is that. Now before you get onto your high horse and say that I should just quit, try not breathing for 3 minutes. That's okay, go ahead...I'll wait. Not so easy, is it? Same with trying to quit smoking. I have tried and I generally do fine

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So, just so no one is any under any illusions about me and my life, here it is in a nutshell....I get up, get ready to go to work, go to work, work, come home from work, watch TV, eat dinner (when there's food in the apartment), watch more TV, get ready for bed, read, go to sleep. Repeat for the next 30 years or so. Not very exciting is it? Well, it's not quite that bad. Really. I promise.

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