At the end of the day, we'll have gotten through the first half of 2009. Tempus fugit.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
We went to an art show in downtown Capital City a couple of weeks ago. As we were wandering around downtown, we came across these items sitting on the sidewalk. They are a bottle of vodka and a makeup case with most of the makeup spilled out.
Son and GPop hypothesized that a drunken drag queen hobo was wandering around. I added that this hobo wandered the country solving crimes for people who couldn't otherwise afford private investigators. If only we could get an agent, we could pitch this for the fall lineup.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
If I could have dinner with anyone who lived in the past 100 years, I think my non-family list would start with Mark Twain, although I'll have to change the timeframe starting next year.
What about your dinner? Who would be at the table for you?
If we opened it up to 1000 years, who would be joining you?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Yesterday, on my way home, I heard this metaphor on the radio in a discussion of Iranian politics. This metaphor is not just tortured; we have waterboarded it 187 times, stuck bamboo shoots under its nails, and have forced it to watch Adam Sandler's oeuvre with each movie cut short by ten minutes so there's no chance of plot resolution.
"Sacred red lines have been crossed, which will be difficult to put back in the bottle."
Extruded by GDad at 6/24/2009 07:07:00 AM
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
- I was feeling like I needed some physical activity yesterday after a long day of meetings, so I ended up push-mowing for about two miles. One of the stretches was a straight shot that I counted 148 paces times 14 passes, which accounts for more than one of those miles.
- I am very bad about predicting which posts will generate the most comments.
Extruded by GDad at 6/23/2009 07:18:00 AM
Monday, June 22, 2009
The other night, as we were watching something on teevee, we saw a commercial for Seasonique, a new medication that aims to reduce the number of a woman's periods to four a year instead of twelve or thirteen a year. Why is it that those commercials always seem like they're four minutes long instead of thirty seconds?
The next commercial was for Taco Bell. They were advertising their new Volcano Taco.
What a disturbing segue.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
This weekend is the Capital City Pride Celebration, where QLBTG(etc.) people come together for hundreds or thousands of reasons and throw a giant party in Capital City. Many of the reasons revolve around demonstrating for civil rights. We will be out of town, so we won't be attending any of the festivities.
I've always described the Pride Celebration as twenty thousand people who are all trying to avoid one other person.
Happy Pride Weekend!
Friday, June 19, 2009
This is a picture of a part of our back yard we rototilled up last night. This part of the lawn wasn't doing too well, so we tilled some topsoil in, and we'll be putting down grass seed and straw tonight weather permitting. The blue thing behind the tilled area is a garbage can I put there to show the scale.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Work has been...
Let's just say that we went through a reorganization. I no longer have to worry about managing people. I am an Individual Contributor now. This will take some getting used to. Much of my energy lately has been devoted to worrying about whether I would continue to be employed, and that question has been answered, so here we are.
Back to your regularly scheduled program, already in progress.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I was shopping at a local big-box (not Wal-de-Mart) store for some dinner ingredients (tuna casserole, if you must know) last night, and I noticed that there were A LOT of people in courtesy scooters shopping for groceries.
Monday, June 15, 2009
I had a dream the other night that I had been demoted back to my mall job from 16 years ago. It was a bit distressing to be the 38-year-old guy trying to fit in with the 22-year-olds in the dream, but hey. I wonder if this will replace my recurring dream of realizing that I have a final exam in a class I've never attended or the dream where a little-used clause from my college years allowed the college to recall me into service as a resident advisor.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Many of us were over at Mandy's. She made dessert.
Mandy: I don't think this is helping our Waist Away at Work effort.
GDad: I don't think anything I've done in the past two weeks is helping our Waist Away at Work effort.
Mandy: Yeah. The members of the team want me to be more inspirational. I'm only the nominal leader. This is kind of a thing for self-starters. I suppose I could send out an e-mail every Friday. I guess it could say... [pause]
GDad: Every calorie you eat makes Baby Jesus cry?
Heather: [snorts, chokes, and runs to bathroom with hands over face]
Eggbert: Great. You made her snort brownie out of her nose.
Son: Yeah, and I have to LIVE with him.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Son's Older Brother just texted me. For reference, we'll say his girlfriend is named Tausha. Also, for those of you for whom texting is an arcane art reserved for the technorati, "gpa" means "grandpa" in this context.
taushas gpa passed last night and they asked me to be a pawbearer at his funeral
I had to compose myself for a moment before I replied.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Here's a video of a guy who appears at pretty much every open air festival in Capital City. He rides a specially decked out bicycle that has an electronic keyboard on the handlebars and a speaker and battery pack on the back. He plays the piano, taps a tambourine with his foot, and smiles a giant grin at passers-by. I don't know why I'm so amused by this.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
I went out after work with some coworkers for a happy hour at a place that specialized in margaritas. Most of the other people at the table had margaritas. The margarita menu was much larger than the usual "regular" and "strawberry" varieties.
GDad: Wow. Look at all the colors. [pointing] What flavor is that one?
Coworker: It's something you wouldn't usually expect in a margarita.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I have been on the Do Not Call list since literally day one. Last night, I got a call from some scammer vacation place. It's funny to me that when you go on the offensive with them, they go nuclear. I left this post on callferret.com...
Just got a call from 407-933-2678. It was some spiel for a Florida vacation. I pressed 1 to get a rep. I asked the rep how his company can robocall a number on the Do Not Call list. The rep got very abusive and threatening. He told me to hang up. I told him to hang up first. The rep started pressing buttons on his phone. What he didn't realize is that compared to the crappy movie I was watching at the time (Alone in the Dark with Christian Slater), this call was actually quite entertaining.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
I've been a bit of a slug for a while, and I recently decided that I need to look thinner in photographs. I've never actually watched Friends, but I've heard this exchange before...
Monica: (when watching the prom video) "The camera adds ten pounds!"
Chandler: "..So how many cameras were actually on you?"
I suppose there are also health issues, blah blah blah.
Anyway, if you combine our back yard and the neighbors' to the south, you get a pretty sizable chunk of land. When I got home last night, I walked a bit more than a mile around the back. I was able to feed the one horse that was close enough to visit, and I got a little bit of heavy breathing going.
If you start at the green dot, follow the yellow line (brick road?) three times around, then continue to the red dot, you'll have walked a mile. You'll also be about as far away from my house as you can and still be on the neighbor's property. You might as well finish the lap.