Hey. I just Googled myself (which I don't think I've done for a long time), and the first eleven links, were actually and legitimately about me. Cool, huh?

"You"

I realized something about myself, or rather, figured something out about myself a couple of days ago. You see, sometimes I dont' take compliments very well. I like them and appreciate them of course, but sometimes they make me a little uncomfortable.

But then, there are other times when I really want a compliment, and might even fish for one. If I've done something that I think I've done well, and maybe surprised myself about and feel good about because of that, I might look for validation through a compliment.

So where's the line? Well, I think I've found it: the word 'you'. I think that I enjoy compliments, so long as they don't contain the word 'you'. "Hey man, you really did a great job on the such and such" makes me feel like, I don't know, like I'm not sure what to say. But "Hey man, the such and such really turned out great", is like something I can appreciate, but also get together with you in your support and appreciation of that such and such. "You look really nice tonight" sounds like bullshit to me (even though I say it, I think I just don't believe it about myself). While "I really like that shirt", can warrant a "Yeah, me too. Thanks." from me.

Anyway, I think that's something that I've figured out.

Side note. I'm starting to think, maybe, I should let someone else know about my blog besides Keith.

Addendum to last post

Someone brought up a good point: the next time I hear someone say "I swear, officer. It isn't mine. Someone must have put it there. I've never seen that before in my life!", I'll have to take their word for it.

I have a small messenger-style bag that I take with me, usually to both of my jobs, but always to the restaurant. At work last night, I went into one pocket to retrieve some pens, and found accompanying them, a small bag of pot. I don't smoke, so I was a little bit surprised. I even checked with a friend to make sure it was what I thought it was.

The only thing I can think of, is that after work on Thursday night, on the way home, I stopped off at a bar I'd never been to before (though I'd been meaning to). I'd been strolling home, crossed the street, and heard the unmistakable sounds of a live jazz band flowing out the open door. So I crossed back and went it. I had a great time, and even gave my number to a couple of middle-aged black women. As I recall, there was a younger woman there who invited me to a party @ 15th & Spruce that night, but was already 2am, and I had to get up at 6.

Anyway, I have to assume, that while there, someone put pot in my bag. I don't know why, and it wasn't a lot of pot. But I guess, maybe they thought it was their own bag?

Good Governatoring?

So.........

Schwarzenegger Urges Supreme Court To Overturn Proposition 8

10 November 2008 11:28 AM, PST

Movie star-turned-California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger is urging the state Supreme Court to overturn the controversial bill that banned gay marriage last week.

The Proposition 8 bill was voted in earlier this month, overturning an earlier ruling legalising same-sex unions in the state.

In an interview on network CNN on Sunday he said, "It's unfortunate, obviously, but it's not the end. I think that we will again maybe undo that, if the court is willing to do that, and then move forward from there and again lead in that area."

Speaking to gay marriage supporters he added, "I learned that you should never ever give up... They should never give up. They should be on it and on it until they get it done."

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Aren't I not supposed to be in favor of Schwarzenegger as governor? With stuff like this, and his pushing for higher auto emissions standards and stuff, he's making things kind of confusing.

Blood on My Hands

So I "saved a man's life" last night. Again. I was walking home from the bar, and there was a guy lying on the side of the road, still straddling his bicycle. Hit and run. I got him conscious, got him out of the street, and tried to keep him stable until the ambulance and the firetruck arrived. They took it from there. They always do. That's like the weirdest part, is that you're sort of really important for a few minutes, and then obviously, when they get there, you've got nothing to do. Then it's just "Okay, so...I'll see you". And then you have to drive (or walk) away, and hope nothing happens to you. Seriously, this is like the third or fourth time that I've found a man bleeding on the side of the road and called 911. Does this happen to other people? If not, is it just where I am, or do other people not stop? Whatever. It's not like I mind, it's pretty good for your ego. But last night, this guy was kind of...covered in blood, and it made me a little uncomfortable. I kept trying to not touch the bloody parts of him too much, and then I tried not to touch anything of mine until I got home and washed. That made me feel like kind of a jerk. Anyway, I think he'll be okay.