Hail, hail, the gangs all here!

Many years ago I changed careers from psychology to to technology. Best life decision I ever made. The psych field is made up mostly of scammers and others who are probably more psychically and psychologically damaged than the patients they treat.

Since my move to the tech field over 12 years ago I have had a great time, earned some decent money and had the opportunity to meet and work with some of the most dynamic people one could hope to run across.

Unlike those who ponder the fragile psyches of their fellow man, these folks write software and design networks and network security systems intended to further the technological wonderland that is the very heart and soul of the Internet age we enjoy today.

Over the years, as I have moved from job to job, I have met and kept track of a handful of these guys.
Once in a blue moon when the stars are aligned just right we come together to catch up and shoot the proverbial shit.

Yesterday after work was one of those times.

Blake, myself, Kevin and Jeremy

Blake lives in Idaho now and telecommutes to work at McAfee. Kevin writes software at the same company I work for and Jeremy came back to Houston just recently after a stint at Sourcefire in Maryland. He’s back in Houston doing some work for my friends over at Alert Logic.

Ralph

Ralph is an enigma, wrapped in a riddle and preparing to insult you.
We love Ralph.

All well that ends well…

I will spare you the gory details of my examination (though I am strongly tempted to scan the pictures and post them). I will say that the preliminary results are positive. Two polyps removed and sent for biopsy. I will have the results in a few days.

The preparations were worse than the procedure. Two days ago I had to cut out fruits and vegetables and yesterday was nothing but clear liquids and the special formula to clean out the pipes.

It’s all over now and I have been resting. Thank the fates for conscious sedation. I don’t remember a thing.

Funny? Or funny looking?

Ok, it’s official. I am on a diet. Weight Watchers to be exact.
My first goal is to lose 22 pounds.

Should be doable.

I am not all that tall so being overweight tends to make me look a bit like a furry beach-ball so I have some incentive.

On the plus side I don’t drink much, especially not beer.

Yesterday I stayed within my WW point allotment. I resisted a double-meat Whataburger with all my will. It was a colossal struggle to be sure. The victory growl in my stomach heralded my triumph of will.

I chose, instead, to polish off my remaining 9 points with a shrimp salad from Berry Hill and a Lonestar at The Big Top after the show.
GO JAY!

Katie was responsible for tipping me off about the shrimp salad.

I am finding a lot of support for this lifestyle change which is a HUGE plus.

Speaking of looks, it has again been brought to my attention that I bear a resemblance to Lee Arenberg, you know, the bald headed guy with the broken thumbs from Seinfeld?

I guess it’s better than looking like the dwarf he played in the Dungeons and Dragons movie or Pintel from Pirates of the Caribbean.