Stream Of

This is going to be an odd post, because even though I have a strong urge to write, I have very little that I specifically want to write ABOUT. Thus, this has the potential to wander quite a bit.

Hm, first things first. It was a great relief to see the Penguins' offense finally come together and score some goals. The first two games of the Stanley Cup Finals were, to say the least, disconcerting. Not surprisingly, it was Sidney Crosby that keyed the much-needed victory on Wednesday night with two goals. We need to win tomorrow night at the Igloo, because if not we will be facing elimination in Detroit for Game 5. Come on, boys...time to play.

Our project has not improved much; we've learned that our normal site supervisor is planning on quitting and finding a new job immediately after our team leaves in the middle of June, so that would explain his relative apathy towards us and the project. Furthermore, with each passing day less and less work gets done. This is immensely frustrating for those of us on the team who want to get things done and actually do work, as opposed to sitting around and chatting endlessly.

Hm, with that out of the way, what else can I riff about? This is where it will begin to wander. Heeere we go...

I have recently been listening to a lot of Counting Crows, which I have a newfound appreciation for. Can't say what brought this on; I knew and liked them beforehand.

I REALLY miss my car, although I'm quite glad that I don't have to buy gas. HOLY SHIT it is expensive.

I haven't had good buffalo wings or good pizza since I came out to Denver in February. I am planning on rectifying both situations when I return for summer break. Speaking of that...I will be returning to the 'Burgh either late in the evening of June 27 or early in the morning of the 28th, and will be there until the afternoon of July 6th.

The mosquitoes in Texas are large and vicious. Fuck them all.

Buddhists are generally very cool people, despite being vegetarians.

Football season is coming soon. Christ, I cannot wait.

Stick a fork in Hillary; she's done.

If I ever travel to South America, Africa, or Southeast Asia, there is no way in hell I would ever use local airlines. Those planes fall out of the sky a good two or three times a month.

Speaking of that, I wish I could fly a plane. Might come in handy some day. That and play drums. Oh, if only.

Alright, that about wraps up the Stream of Consciousness post. Thank you for not paying attention.