Nice hectic week on my end. Drove to Bowling Green, OH and back the the past couple days, and tomorrow I fly to Vegas for DEFCON and from there I jump straight to ‘bama. Nothing like severe weather changes to make the luggage bulge. Looks like my travel is kicking up again.

I hit up Hot Import Nights last night. Craziest thing there was probably the VW Bus with the intense sound system. :)b

I stopped by O’Hagan’s at 3374 N. Clark for a quick bite to eat last night. It’s an Irish Pub, but the fare is not necessarily authentic. They’ve got some corned beef and bangers (sausages), but nothing too out of the norm. I had the half-pound burger with bleu cheese and bacon, which was pretty good. To complement that, I chose what I believe was a nice lager called Carlsbad. Overall, everything was pretty good, but I’ll have to hit it up some weekend for a guiness.

I found a word that I like today: proleptic

\Pro*lep”tic\, Proleptical \Pro*lep”tic*al\, a. [Gr. ?: cf. F. proleptique.] 1. Of or pertaining to prolepsis; anticipative. “A far-seeing or proleptic wisdom.” –De Quincey.

2. Previous; antecedent. –Glanvill.

3. (Med.) Anticipating the usual time; — applied to a periodical disease whose paroxysms return at an earlier hour at every repetition.
–Dictionary.com

For some odd reason, I really like that word. Proleptic. Yea.

I always saw one the ability to hail a cab with a sharp whistle as one of the signs of the quintessential male. Well I was walking out of my apartment yesterday needing a cab when one just happened to go by on the street. My hands were full so all I had to resort to was an attempt at hailing the cab with a whistle. I puckered my lips the custom way I do for the necessary whistle and let one rip. The cabbie slammed on his brakes and I was able to hop in. Needless to say, I’m pretty proud of myself for being able to do that.

The world is coming to an end. Jerry Springer is thinking about running for Senate. I bet he could get some good brawls going, at the very least!

Went to el Jardin for dinner the other night. It’s located at the corner of Clark and Roscoe and does Mexican cuisine. I had some form of enchilada which turned out to be quite good. I’ll have to go back and try the rest of the menu sometime. Way too many places to eat around me…

I am utterly confused. I went to the optometrist yesterday for an eye exam and new contacts. We decided that I would try the kind of contacts that properly treat my astigmatism. Note that these contacts are weighted at the bottom to maintain the proper orientation while in the eye. My left one went in fine, but the right bugged me a little bit. I chalked it up to the weight at the bottom that I was not used to and went about my day. It bothered me a bit, but usually only when I blinked. I was hoping by the time I woke up today, my eye would have become accustomed to it, but it still felt like there was something in my eye even without the contacts. Eventually I started poking around my eye later this morning to see if there was anything obvious in there. Finally I saw what looked like a little eye lash or something. So I proceed to try to poke it out unsuccessfully and then go to take my contact out. Interestingly enough, as I take my new contact out, one half of another contact comes out with it?! I am thoroughly confused by this and need to check my old contacts to see if it broke off of there, but I don’t think so. Which leaves the question…where did it come from? Nevertheless, my new contacts feel better now…

In response to cia…no.