Just swim

As it has been mentioned several times before, I go swimming a few times a week. I see this one guy a couple times a week because we are a) obviously on the same schedule or b) have a mutual feelings for each other. Allow me to explain the second lovely alternative. My friend, we'll call him skooba boy, wears everything one would wear for a deep water dive save the tank. Well not quite, however he does use these forearm paddles on each arm, a pull-buoy (used to prevent kicking), and a full on snorkel set. One of these days I am going to release some fishies in the 25 meter swimming pool so his gear will match his surroundings. I have considered offering him a dorsal fin strap-on so he will look like a shark.

Dream update: I made fun of this guy to my wife last night and guess what? I had dreams that I was getting chased by sharks while on a SkiDoo. Serves me right I guess.

Tales of the 31 year-old something

Sentimental or sarcasm... not sure which direction to go. Well let's try sentimental this time around. Thirteen years ago today one of my five brothers, Eliot, died in a car accident. It's unbelievable to me it has been thirteen years since that most unfortunate day in 1991. I was just a freshman in college living with another brother of mine while trying to get my bearings, preparing for my first round of college finals. My brother, Eliot, was 25 and just got married about four months prior. He was an inspiration to me on so many levels. The two of us looked quite a bit alike with our blond curly hair despite our seven year age difference. We both loved to be the center of attention, but I think that had more to do with the large size of our family.

December 9th, 1991 was quite possibly the longest day of my life and will never be forgotten. You can basically say there was an Egan prior to the sudden death of my brother and my life after this terrible tragedy. I am very thankful for who I am today and thank all my friends and family for shaping and supporting me through the years. I do wish my brother could be with me here today to meet my wife, see my shortcomings, successes, and ability to IM like no one's bidness. Thankfully there's not one single day that has passed in those thirteen years where I haven't thought about him. That's perhaps the greatest gift I have been given... lasting memories. I am never really sure how to best commemorate this day, so I guess I thought I would share. Thanks for reading and I promise E-FO will be back to his usual rants shortly. Au revoir!

Egan

Activities in the men's locker room

I work out a few times a week at a downtown Seattle gym. I generally just go in for a swim during my lunch and do my 2000 meters and head back to work. The most interesting part about this experience isn't whether or not I beat my best time, it's the male "members" in the locker room. (pun intended)

As my college friends like to say, it's a Penis Parade. Modesty is required while in the locker room. Most men just don't seem to give a shit what they are doing while there. The following are things commonly done with clothes on, but not so in my club's men's locker room. Chatting with other members, clipping toe nails, watching tv, urinating, drying hair and styling it, number two, flexing in the mirror, washing hands, push-ups, chatting on a cell phone and my favorite is the adjustment of one's nipple rings. A couple of those activities may be fibs, but wouldn't surprise me to see. "People, yes you have great bodies and you look fabulous in the buff, but for the love of god put some freakin' clothes on while you cake on the extra strong hold LA Looks gel."

I feel pretty comfortable in my own skin, but I feel the locker room is the last place to let everyone know it's your birthday. I have a cross dressing "swimming friend" at the gym. He's a very strong swimmer, but it is a little odd to see him put on purple fishnet stockings and high heels after swimming. Not that there's anything wrong with that.. seriously! Did I mention I swim 2000 meters a few times a week?

BLOGGING: I have fallen into the blogging blackhole thanks to Sprizee. Yesterday I caught myself thinking about whether or not a complete stranger had a blog. I pondered something like this, "I wonder if she has a blog and if she does would she bitch or complain about her job or gloat about how great it is to work with the less fortunate?". Just today, I even IMed someone randomly after reading their blog. I need help!

480 minutes

That's how many minutes there are in a typical work day. Hopefully most of you work a good 420 of those. I would prefer not to think about how many of my minutes were used for "work" purposes today. Case in point, today I went swimming during lunch and extended over my alloted lunch time by 30 minutes and happened to leave 90 minutes early for a dental appointment. I guess one could accuse me of not being terribly productive today. They would be right. So I have some catching up to do during the remainder of the week. In case you are wondering, time spent IMing does count as work time for all of you keeping track. I am at my desk waiting to put out the next fire should anyone need my services. Totally available should I need to be contacted. Don't make walk fast to pretend to be busy... Oh how I love ALT TAB combo, let me count thy ways!

My tooth is now gone and I probably resemble a hockey player more than a model. My wife told me I had "tampon breath" and I wasn't quite sure how to respond. She truly meant it in the nicest possible way though. I had to chuckle when this was said and decided not to prod. My dentist is so dope that it took all of ten minutes to extract the problem tooth of mine. Anyone else here like that sound when a tooth is removed? It's like Tchaichovsky I say.

Embarrassing event of the evening: We stopped at the neighborhood grocery store to get a few items for dinner. Keep in mind E-FO's breath is still rather rancid after his tooth extraction a couple hours earlier and he had a bit of a gas issue. I am jokingly not permitted to stand within a couple feet of my wife because of my breath. Combine that with something we can call flatulence and we sure hoped to hell we wouldn't see anyone we knew inside the grocery store. I would be forced to feign interest or explain my unusual behavior. Thinking I was safe in the aromatic coffee/pasta aisle I let one fly and promptly gave the evacuation orders. Before I was able to take a couple quick strides away from said smelly area ...what the hell do you know, we ran into some talkative friends of ours. The timing couldn't have been worse. My wife and I couldn't stop smirking and therefore had to explain why we were smirking, hoping the coffee bean aroma was stronger than my ass and my tampon breath. La fin!

Got a live one here

I got my good buddy from college to create himself a blogger account. This should be very fun as he is brains behind the operation. Yes, he was our "iReverend" for our wedding in Maui and I couldn't think of a more deserving person than Prepe. I have added his link to my site. Get ready for future posts.. I will badger him like Sprizee did/does with me.

This weekend we had TiVo installed at our home. Here's my favorite part aside from the fact that the service rocks, our installer claims he doesn't watch any tv. Okay not a huge deal, maybe he's in the wrong profession, but who the fuck am I to decide. I try to remain as objective as possible as anyone who knows me will tell you. Well then our DirecTV Dude tells me that he does pay for a Playboy subscription though. Huh, interesting I thought. Don't watch tv, but subscribe to Playboy. Hmmm.. don't have a social life, but subscribe to Playboy. Don't ever see real woman naked, but subscribe to Playboy. Ah, Hef would be so proud of DirecTV Dude. Needless to say no handshakes were exchanged when we parted ways, but who am I to judge.

Bono sighting ??

December 4th, Pacific Place in downtown Seattle:

A man looking quite similar to Bono was spotted by me, hoping for attention from the real Bono's adoring fans. This guy had the glass, the hair, the leather pants, and shirt. From what I remember this guy was a bit to tall to be the real deal, but he sure hoped the ladies would think he was the frontman of U2. I followed him around the third floor of the crowded mall and watched as onlookers did double takes. Reason #14 to always carry my camera on me.

This little stunt of this guy's got me to thinking. Who the heck would I impersonate if I was a freaky fan? It's been decided! David Sedaris it is! Good, most of you have no idea what he looks like so this will make it even easier. Sure he's gay, but sometimes I feel gay... whatever the heck that means. Close second is the actor who played the Greatest American Hero soley because of his blond curly hair. Don't expect to see me in red tights and a cape anytime soon, but it could be fun.