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I was violated! (and not in a good way) [01 Apr 2008|05:57pm]
For some time I have felt that I should offer some sort of follow-up to my last post, but unfortunately that is easier said than done for one living without the internet. So it goes.

There's really not much new to report. After relentlessly scouring (okay, calling) several pawn shops in the area and coming up empty handed, I have given up my possessions for lost. As I said before, it's not so much the computer or the camera, but the pictures contained within that I'll miss. Bugger.

I have to admit, it was all kind of a mindfuck for a while there. I was really uneasy coming home, and I was never completely comfortable until I had been in every room once. I still do a quick spot check of the doors when I pass, just to make sure they're still locked. I developed a habit of leaving a light on in the living room (even when I'm home), just to make sure it looks like someone is really home. And yes, I started keeping a baseball bat under my bed, just like in the movies. It all sounds a little silly when I think of it now, but it made me feel better at the time.

But now life has pretty much returned to normal. I'm still a little nervous coming home, but now it's more because I'm convinced I left the iron plugged in and burned the place down rather than fear that someone has broken in. I still leave a light on about half the time, but it's mostly out of habit and because I'm lazy. But I put the baseball bat back in the closet where it belongs. Now I just have my golf clubs, bow and arrow, and Red Ryder range model air rifle under my bed to protect me. So I'm moving on.

So that's my update. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.
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Worst. Birthday. Ever. [20 Feb 2008|05:09pm]
I got robbed.

I came home last night to find that my front door had been jimmied open. The house was in a slightly greater state of disarray than I usually keep it, and several desk drawers and kitchen cabinets (?) were left open. After a quick search, I determined that the only things missing were my laptop, my digital camera, and about $100 in cash from Dan's room.

It could have been a lot worse, actually. Apparently they never made it to my room, because if they had they would have found a TV, DVD player, two SLR cameras, two saxophones, two guitars, $300 in travelers checks, and about $400 in cash (granted, it's in at least six different currencies, but still). Most of which was clearly out in the open. So it could have been worse.

Actually, what I'm most pissed about is the loss of the pictures on the camera and the computer. I lost pics from London, Berlin, Amsterdam, Scotland, two trips to the Bahamas, and a trip to the Christmas tree farm with my family. So it goes, I guess.

All in all, I'm okay. I wasn't home when it happened, nor were they still there when I got home. They could have taken a lot more, and the things they did take can be pretty easily replaced. Dan's dad came over and fixed the door so it's probably better than it was before, so I'm not really worried about that. This is just one of those things that, however shitty it is, just happens sometimes. It sucks, but you deal.

But this is also the sort of thing that will eventually drive me to drink.
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Come and visit. I get lonely. [07 Nov 2007|07:04pm]
Oh, I also just joined the Northwest WorldClub, which means that I get free booze and snacks in the airport whenever I want. And I get to bring two guests with me. So the next time anyone is passing through the Minneapolis airport, drop me a line, and I'll meet you there. We will gorge ourselves with cookies and bar mix, and intoxicate ourselves with beer, wine, and liquor (or coffee, if that's your thing, but that's way less fun).

Oh, and by let me know, I mean tell me in advance so I can actually meet you there, not text me when I'm playing golf. You know who you are.
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[07 Nov 2007|06:48pm]
The new job is going well, for those of you that are still keeping score. I've been here for a month, and I must say, this is a drastic improvement from loading bags onto planes.

My first week was, understandably, a little hectic. I didn't really have all that much to do, because 75% of my job requires a computer, and no one bothered to get my computer properly set up until 4 pm on Thursday of that week. And, as if that wasn't good enough, we are acquiring new planes faster than we are acquiring new pilots, so my boss, our Chief Pilot, started flying fours days out of five in the middle of my second week, so I've been largely self taught since then. At least I'll have something good to talk about at my next interview.

Mostly my job consists of addressing the varied menial tasks that are necessary to keep the people that fly planes flying planes. I am charged with ensuring that their airman certificates, medical certificates, passports, flight manuals, etc. are up to date. I alphabetize a lot of pieces of paper, and then put those pieces of paper in mailboxes. I get to update all the manuals in the cockpits of the planes, which is actually pretty neat, because it gets me up from my desk and into an airplane.

I also have to notify pilots when they are selected for a random drug test, which is required from time to time by the FAA. I get a lot of responses to this, from "Great! Another hour of pay!" to "Fuck! I have to pick my daughter up from school!" Now, I'll be the first to say that flights are so frequently delayed that these people should have back-up plans, but still, I feel bad about this. The only time I can get them is at the end of a trip, and at the end of a trip, they are looking forward to doing pretty much anything that isn't a drug test. Oh well. Part of the job, I guess.

Mostly, I'm enjoying it. I like that I get to wear a tie to work. I like that I get emails from pilots that address me as "Mr. Jones." And I especially like that I'm not working outside now that it's 30 degrees in the morning. All in all, this has been a good move for me.
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[05 Oct 2007|09:00pm]
Yesterday was a good day, for it was yesterday that I loaded my last bag into an airplane. Ever. Seriously, if I even think about going back, please tell me that I am an idiot and that I swore I would never do that again.

It has also occured to me that now, at this very moment, my upper body is in the best shape of my life. For three years, I have gotten an unintentional workout every day, and now, lacking for heavy things to pick up, my arms will begin to wither and weaken. Unless I start going to the gym, which we all know I won't do. So it goes.

Today I shopped. I bought all manner of nice shirts, slacks, ties, and shoes. The gay man that lives inside me has never been so happy.

And on an unrelated note, I discovered a fantastic sandwich shop today. Anyone remotely close to Minneapolis should seriously consider visiting Be'wiched. Actually, no. Don't consider. Just go.
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And they called him...secretary! [23 Sep 2007|10:22pm]
Dwight: I'm Assistant Regional Manager.
Michael: Assistant to the Regional Manager.
Dwight: It's the same thing.
Michael: No, it's not.

That's me. Except you have to replace "Regional Manager" with "Chief Pilot of Mesaba Airlines." So yea me.

Oh, and I am well aware that an Administrative Assistant is basically a secretary, so please don't bother pointing that out. I need this.
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[12 Jun 2007|06:04pm]
I lent the new (to me, anyway) truck to my dad yesterday, and when I picked it up this afternoon I threw my bike in the bed for the drive home. Somewhere along the way it occured to me that the bike in back cost about four times more than I paid for the truck. I know that there is probably something wrong with that, but it amused me.

As I've been saying all week, it's a piece of crap, but at least it's my piece of crap.

Oh, and the play is going well. Nothing too catastrophic on opening weekend, other than almost knocking over the fishbowl. Our goldfish is named Herman.
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[07 Jun 2007|07:46am]
I bought a car this week.

And now I'm locked out of it.

I'm awesome.
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play [06 Jun 2007|04:30pm]
Remember how I've kept promising me to tell you about my play? You didn't really believe me, did you? Of course not. Because that is just the sort of empty promise that I love making. But I will tell you about it now, in an extremely limited fashion, because I am short on time.

I am in a play. The play I am in is called You Can't Take it With You. I play Ed. Ed plays the xylophone. I don't play the xylophone. This shold be interesting.

Actually, it is going far better than I ever would have expected at the beginning. I won't go into details about why I didn't think it would go well, but I didn't. And now I think that it will. And that's a good thing. The cast isn't quite so chummy as with the last show, but the last show had mostly 20-somethings, and this one has mostly grown-ups. Nothing against grown-ups, but for the most part there is less drinking and revelry in their crowd. Which is just as well, since I don't really need another excuse for drinking and revelry.

You should come to my play. It is in Bloomington. It opens tomorrow night, and it will run for three weeks, Thursday-Sunday. Click on this paragraph to learn more.

You don't have to go if you don't want to. I won't be offended.
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Clearly I have nothing better to do... [01 Jun 2007|07:36pm]
I'm in Appleton. Again.

And I must say, I find myself overcome with this strange, lonely feeling. The one place where I know people is deserted, and the one person (unrelated to the aforementioned) whose phone number I have is busy. I am all by myself. Very odd. Of course, I am old and have no business here; maybe that has something to do with it. Oh well.

Oh, here is yet another empty, not to be believed promise to tell you all about my play. I want you to come, I do. But it is partly due to this play that I have no livejournaling time to tell you why I want you to come. Just go here for all the pertinent info, and please accept my humblest apologies.
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The Bitch is Back [25 May 2007|03:30pm]
Well, I'm back in Appleton. After getting on a flight that I had no business getting on, I have already succeeded in having lunch with a friend and a beer with the Phi Taus. Already this trip can be deemed a success. Everything is coming up Brendan! Now, having been abandoned by those with more important, academic pursuits, I am left to wander the campus and conjure up fond memories of my glory years here. Every time I'm here I am reminded of why I liked it so much - even after all this time away, it still feels like it fits. I wonder if that will go away. I hope not.

So that's me for the weekend. A few hours of quiet reflection leading into an abundance of alcohol-fueled revelry. This is going to a good weekend.

Oh, and the play opens in two weeks. I'll post more info here either when I get home or when I get tired of having fun.
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You Can't Take it With You [28 Apr 2007|09:22pm]
Some of you might remember that about a year and a half ago I was in a play. I made an announcement to this effect, in characteristic last-minute fashion, about 3 hours before the first show started. Some of you expressed displeasure at my poor timing. Therefore, I aim to not make the same mistake twice. So...

I'm in another play!

After a too-long period of doing absolutely nothing with my theatrical inclinations, I took advantage of an opportunity to fill a late opening in the cast of You Can't Take it With You at the Bloomington Art Center. I auditioned this morning and was given the role on the spot. I am very happy.

The show runs June 7-24; tickets will be $15, $12 if you're a student. I'll post more info here later, but you can visit the Gallery Theater website for more info, if you're the impatient type.

Oh, and I'm playing Ed, if you know the show. I'm still playing Ed if you don't, but I imagine that this is somewhat less meaningful to you.
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I'm a Mathlete, so nerd is inferred [29 Mar 2007|09:12pm]
I have no idea what this means, but Dan (my roommate) has this on his webpage, so it was only a matter of time until I got around to doing it. Enjoy. I guess.

If I were a Springer-Verlag Graduate Text in Mathematics, I would be J.-P. Serre's Linear Representations of Finite Groups.

My creator is a Professor at the College de France. He has previously published a number of books, including Groupes Algebriques et Corps de Classes, Corps Locaux, and Cours d'Arithmetique (A Course in Arithmetic, published by Springer-Verlag as Vol. 7 in the Graduate Texts in Mathematics).

Which Springer GTM would you be? The Springer GTM Test

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Just another day at the office... [05 Feb 2007|06:38pm]
DC-9 vs Pushback Tug
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[06 Jan 2007|12:38am]
There are times when I really hate my job. Yesterday was one of those days. It was the end of a stretch of three weeks of about 70 hours each, during which I worked hard, slept and ate little, ignored my friends, and only saw my girlfriend when we were both at work. It sucked.

And then there are times when I really love my job. Today is one of those days. We were supposed to leave tomorrow morning for a dogsledding adventure in the Boundary Waters, but as it is 40 degrees and raining there, the trip is canceled. Since we have the weekend off and we felt it foolish to waste it, we are now going to the Bahamas. We leave at 6 am. And this was decided about three hours ago.

Today (and the subsequent weekend) is the time when the hell that is my job becomes worthwhile.
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[25 Dec 2006|07:02am]
There really is nothing so festive as a big, shiny, aluminum Christmas tree.

Happy Christmas everybody.
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Ever seen $40 million in cash? I have. [06 Dec 2006|03:14am]
So...an interesting thing happened to me at work today. I was waiting for my last flight to unload when an armored truck backed up to the belt loader. They started offloading lots of little plastic packages, and, my curiosity getting the better of me, I went in for a closer look. As it turns out, they were full of $20 bills. Now, never having seen something like this before, I wondered just how much money I might be looking at. Here's what I found out: currency typically comes in bank wrappers on 100 notes ($2000). These wrappers were in packets of 10 ($20000), and each packet joined 15 others in a bundle of 16 ($320000). I counted 125 bundles that came off the plane. That makes an even $40 million ($40000000). Let me say it again: $40 million. Nearly filled the armored truck.

Oh, and the guy that unloaded all this money? He makes about $8 an hour.
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[30 Nov 2006|04:59am]
After careful thought and deliberation, I have decided that this whole "Who should I come and visit" thing was a bad idea, mostly because I feel like I'm picking favorites. The chosen will be showered with love, adoration, and visits a plenty, while the runners up wallow in the knowledge that I picked someone else. Well, not really, but that's how it feels. I know I'm being overly dramatic, but that's what I do.

In any case, I'm going to Toronto, but it's not because I love Tyler anymore than the rest of you (especially you, Ben. Don't want you feeling left out again). Mostly my reasons are of the logistic variety. It occurred to me that due to the sheer number and geographical diversity of the Madison population, it would probably be better to visit at a time when I am independently mobile, which, at present, I am not. As it is now, I would be overly reliant on the assistance of friends, running through favors at an alarming rate. And I know, I'm sure that most of you wouldn't mind, but it still bugs me. But I'll come and bug you all soon. Really. So that's that.

Besides, it's warmer in Toronto.

Oh, and personal to Mr. Donnelly, I am both intrigued and appalled by what you suggest. I am truly sorry I shall have to miss it.
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[27 Nov 2006|06:24am]
Livejournal has once again reminded me that my password is apparently too easy to guess, and that if I don't change it to include at least one number, I run the risk of having my journal hijacked. Overlooking the fact that the mere idea of such an occurence is monumentally stupid, I have two things to say on the matter.

Thing the first: if you suspect that my journal has been hijacked, please notify me. You will likely be aware that a hijacking has taken place when uncharacteristic things start to occur. For example, three or more posts in a six month span should give you cause for worry.

Thing the second: please don't hijack my livejournal.
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