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I don’t know if the Lasik has made it into the blog, but it happened. Shortly after the car wreck, which did make the blog. Along with a few other of life’s little costs, my bank account has been hit pretty hard lately. I’m going to try not to whine about that to much, I would like to tell my reader I feel very lucky that all this has only been an inconvenience for me. A big inconvenience, but I won’t go hungry or lose my home. While I may not be able to call on a large blog-following when I need help, I’m even luckier to know that if things got worse I have friends and family that would keep me afloat.

So while I’m not broke, I have been trying to cut back on my discretionary spending in an attempt to get back some of the savings I’ve lost. One thing I’ve learned lately is you never know when you might need a few bucks. Self enforced frugality has helped me get a nice perspective. Eating out less, cutting back on buying random stuff like books and DVD’s. Drinking less good beer (and perhaps more bad). And I can’t say I’m a tiny bit less happy than I would be if I was still throwing cash around.

Not to say I won’t ditch the frugality, I just think it’s healthy to get an idea of when a dollar does, and does not bring a smile to my face. I know ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ isn’t exactly a new idea to push, I guess my point is you might want to try putting the idea into practice every once in a while just to take stock.

Q: Do I spend too much time watching tv?

A: Probably. I should cut down to 3 show specific hours a week (any guesses at what my 3 hours are?), plus some Daily Show and PBS here and there. Doesn’t include social tv watching, gathering around the glow of the electric campfire to spend time with the tribe.

Q: Do I spend too much time on the internet?

A: Absolutely. Harder to pinpoint what I should limit myself to, but soduku has to go.

Q: I’ve been thinking of rejoining the workforce full time, is working really for suckers?

A: Yes, but it probably wouldn’t be as bad as I imagine/fear if I could land an interesting job.

Q: How much time do I really want to spend working out?

A: I was working out for 1-2 hours, 6 or 7 days a week for a while. That is too much (but it did get me in great shape, or as I like to call it, unemployed shape). 1 hour 3 or 4 times a week isn’t enough. I think the time in the former might be good if I replaced half the gym time with fun activities, like intense games of dodge ball or running from the swine flu.

Q: Climbing a mountain sounds like an awesome goal, for somebody else. What’s my mountain?

A: I don’t know but I want to find out. It’s not running a marathon (nice little challenge, but what’s the point) or getting an advanced degree in a somewhat difficult subject (too easy). Suggestions are welcome, I’m looking for a challenge.

Last weekend, Kate Ranger and Trent Stevenson got married. Which I mentioned briefly before, but didn’t congratulate them on, and whats the point of keeping a blog nobody reads if you don’t congratulate your friends on getting married.

I took a lot of pictures, but pretty much all of them are of drunk people dancing, so I can’t post a nice wedding picture of the couple.  One of the great things about Trent & Kate is that they’re the type of couple that won’t let marriage stop them from throwing parites that revolve around kegs, funny clothes and 4-square. At least until they start making little Stevensons.

Congratulations, Trent and Kate.

Don’t let anyone tell you living across the street from the beach doesn’t have it’s dangers.

A friend came to visit this week, so naturally I took him (and a Costco case of beer) over to enjoy the sand and surf on Saturday. Then the track on Sunday, were I came out 16 yen ahead on my first adventure with horse racing. I returned to the beach Monday, not a bad couple of days.

What do all these activities have in common? That mean, mean Sun. So my forehead feels itchy at work today. I scratch…and see tiny brown pieces of me floating down onto my keyboard. I like to think of myself as have a certain level of self control, but when that skin starts coming off, there is something unnaturally satisfying about peeling it . Someone save me from myself. I tried not to do it, when that didn’t work I tried to be discreet. Pretty sure that didn’t work either. I’m sure one of my coworkers is writing on their blog about the icky guy peeling skin off his forehead all day.

I just peeled another piece.

My new health insurance’s website tried to teach me about health and wellness, and part of their propaganda was about learning to control your mood. I read it. I still don’t know how to control my mood, but it got me wondering why people don’t spend more time trying to control moods.

I don’t mean that in a Dr Evil ray-gun kind of way, although that does sound like a decent Austin Powers plot. What I mean is why should we spend all our time trying to do things to be happy when we could cut to the chase? The obvious argument is you can’t just learn to make yourself happy, but I don’t think that’s true.

Over at Marginal Revolution, they linked to this post at the Happiness Project. I first read the Happiness Project a while ago, and I like the concept but never found the posts interesting or inspiring, but this one is worth a read. A blog I do like, Freakonomics, had this related post about the effects of rejection.

So am I going to focus my life on learning to change my mood to happy? I don’t suppose I am, but I still think its a good idea. I’m waiting for someone to make a happy ray-gun.