Geek Blog Update
I added a new feature: Live comment preview (angry goose not included). Sure, Fanatical Apathy already does this, but I didn’t, so it is new to me. Since it is a home-brewed implementation, let me know if it breaks. If I am feeling creative, I may throw in a simple spellcheck method, although you should be able to do that already if you’ve got Greasemonkey installed. I think.
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Yum.
I’m not sure why, but this snapshot of my dinner disturbed more people than a picture of a rotting turkey. What do you think?
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Sandpoint pics
Yesterday’s trip to Sandpoint was a blast. Here are a few of the photos from it (more possibly available when I figure out where to store them).
Boy-child looking cool.
Hippies with boats!
I have very few pictures of her without the eye-roll.
Um, yeah, about that. Damned goose tried to stare me down.
Another boat.
Boy-child. Again.
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Bummer
I just finished watching Syriana. Not quite as uplifting as Pirates. Damn, now I am going to feel guilty driving my GMC Sierra to the gym tomorrow. I think I was in a mood for a more positive movie . . .
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The End Is Near
Sunday, the day of rest. We’re heading out shortly to rest at a wooden boat festival. Hopefully I can relax a bit there and forget my wife’s latest attempt to get me to perform something considered a crime against nature in this bass-ackwards state we live in. I’m sorry, but “I just want you to be prepared in case you end up in prison” is not a valid argument for me. For once, I’m willing to accept a blue law. Heck, extend that one to every day of the week (or just don’t ask me to participate)!
Sandpoint and boats, here we come! As soon as I stretch, eat breakfast, shower, finish dorking off on the computer, brush my teeth and get the herd loaded in the RAV. I hope the festival doesn’t end first.
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Pirates
Earlier Today:
We overestimated the crowds today; an hour early for the latest Pirates flick and the theatre is empty. Yesterday we were twenty minutes early and there was nothing but breakneck seats left: Front two rows, twenty feet (at best) from the screen and far too low to see anything without a near-ninety degree head tilt. Ouch. We walked out.
Today the crowds are not, or at least not yet. If only to make me feel less the fool for wasting an hour of my life in an empty theatre, listening to the same ten minute loop of bad audio commercials, I hope for standing-room only by the start of the flick.
Arrrgh, Pirates! Will I like it? Totally irrelevant; I am here today as a parent. As long as the chilluns are happy, it will be a successful squat in the dark. If only the fecks, er, folks, running this joint didn’t pump in snippets of pop music and bad soundtrack albums. Teriyaki Boys? More like Turkey Suck Boys. Give me Chemical Brothers or silence. Still, the stadium seating is nice. With luck we will have a cell phone and yap-free experience today.
Time for a popcorn and slushy break — my eyes are getting tired of trying to make out the page in this low light.
Several hours later:
Pirates. Argh! Lots of action, although it looked like they tried hard to make it look more like a Disney ride. Funny, that. Sorry to blow the suspense for those of you who haven’t seen it yet, but it ends unresolved. A complete mess, actually. People who died in the last one are back for this one. I guess the first is like the whole “Who Shot JR?” episode of Dallas: A dream sequence. Hmmm. Plenty of laughs for the kids, although one thought it seemed kind of violent. I guess we’ll have to see the next one to see how it all turns out. Or watch any other adventure movie. Still, kind of fun in comparison with spending those two and a half hours mowing.
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More Bad Ideas
I haven’t a clue where I will store it, but I think it’s time to add a new category. Beginning next Saturday (assuming I don’t get sent out of town), I will include a weekly video segment entitled “Blowing Sh*t Up”. The premise is simple: Once a week I will find something around the house that I am tired of dealing with and blow it up. If needed, I will explain beforehand what the object did to so deeply offend me. Mainly I will just get to the good stuff and make it go BOOM! Hopefully. Considering that I haven’t blown anything up in 28 years or so, I may just end up setting my foot on fire. Still, it should be good for some light-hearted entertainment and get better known down at the ER. Stay tuned!
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Uncertainty
I watched the terrorist attacks on 9/11 on high-def plasma screens at work. I had started telecommuting earlier that year, but still drove the two hours to and from work twice a week. Had I not been there, I most likely would not have known what happened until the following day. As it was, I saw the sureal sight of skyscrapers falling on high-def plasma and felt numb.
I am not sure why this came back to me this morning; minutes before I had been lying in bed thinking of an old Night Court line, which I’ve most likely mangled due to the passing of time: “The key to good mental health is a conscientiously applied program of oral hygiene.” As someone who brushes three times daily, and used to floss as often until told to cut back by several dentists, those are powerful words. Well, maybe not powerful, but as good as any to justify my oral hygiene OCD.
It wasn’t real to me. I felt saddened that so many people died, confused as to who had done it and why didn’t try to prevent any of it, and eventually got caught up in the day’s happenings. Had I finished work on my PBS accounts? Was everyone okay in the NY office? Did the President managed to fake his way through pretending to read “The Very Hungry Caterpillar”? (note: Was it even “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” or was it some goat tale? And would he have known the difference?) The questions, some answereable, some not, built. Very quickly it became obvious that this would become a day that would affect us all. A terrorist strike at two of our major cities — death, destruction and chaos. From this came shoults of “Never Again!” To which our government responded by aligning with one country aiding and abetting those behind the attack to attack two other countries, one of which had nothing to do with the whole mess. Al-Qaeda struck at our physical being, while Bush, Cheney, Rove and Rumsfeld joined together with others to create an Axis of Evil which is still working to undermine the foundations of our government. Time will tell which acts of terror and treason will more greatly damage America: Those of Al-Qaeda or those of our own leaders.
So, that is how I started my morning. How about you?
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Stink Train
The stench is unbearable. My office is complete chaos, but it is not coming from anything I left in there. No, the stench is me. True, I showered last night, but I was too lazy to grab a clean shirt this morning. so on with the old and out with the ewww! Rancid acrid sweat is not my favorite odor. Still, if I do not move much, and am very careful not to raise my arms, it should be tolerable.
The snake plant, which so far has survived droughts, light deprivation and great heat, seems to droop further every time either of my arms come up. Damn. How am I supposed to to reach my water glass when even I want to hurl with each pungent whiff? Can this be healthy? Did I die and just not realize it yet? I have to go shower again and change before I do myself permanent harm. Just . . . damn. That is one foul odor.
