The Journal of Christopher L. Jorgensen.
My random musings on things that amuse.
Lame
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Countdown Clock
i am really really bad with dates!

I am the type of person who can literally forget his own birthday. I’ve done it. I pretty much remember two dates out of the year. Christmas and Halloween. But my girlfriend insists I remember her birthday. It’s only one extra day, and I thought I could do it. I sat around repeating it until I thought I had it. I set an iCal event, and created it on my personal calendar at work so my BlackBerry would remind me, and I figured I was golden.
After all, even if I forgot the date I wouldn’t miss the date, right? Make sense? It does to me. This is pretty much the only way I can remember things like this.
Then she and I were sitting around talking, or more accurately, lying around talking. And she brought it up. And I said, “It’s the 29th, just like Bruce Willis.” I ended up being half right. I would have been better off had I shut up instead of incorrectly guessing. I could have then snuck away, looked at my iCal, and all would have been well with the world. But since it’s the 19th and not the 29th I decided to do something to have a daily reminder. So I stole a countdown clock from a former co-worker (to be fair I’m pretty sure that’s what he put it out there for). Anyway, you can see the clock to the left there. It’s roughly 34 days, 5 hours, and 27 minutes until her birthday. If I forget again, I figure I’ll get it tattooed on the back of my hand (even though she hates tattoos).
The worst part of this whole thing is I have been sending Bruce his card late all these years!
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Am I Christ?
when I log in….
All the time I get mail addressed to “Dear Christ…” I guess this just means my full name is too long. Every time I see this on Amazon though, it makes me want to log out thinking, No. No I’m not.
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Heath Ledger is Dead
Another dead actor…
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg, the Batmobile lost a wheel, and the Joker passed away-hey!
I’ve got nothing.
Sometimes when something like this happens I get personally bummed out. Not this time. It’s sad for sure, but this actor just didn’t mean that much to me. I enjoyed some of his movies, had no desire to see others, and never really cared that much about the actor. He was always just a placeholder for a character to me.
Oh well, it’s stupid and idiotic.

