Litter bugs me, especially when it is near a trash can.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
GPop is in Chicago today and tomorrow for work. Son and I will be driving there tomorrow afternoon to join him for a weekend of Big City Fun. If anyone is in that area and has an idea to meet for one of the meals on Saturday, drop me a line. Our plans, if I may use that term, are very fluid at this point.
We'll be at the Fairfield Inn (boycott notwithstanding in this instance) on Ontario Street. Google Maps tells me that this is going to be very close to the lake. Google Maps also tells me I will need to drive 371 miles on Friday afternoon. In my Civic Hybrid, that's like 8.5 gallons of gas on the highway, assuming I have the AC on.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
When I'm multitasking with a browser open, I will often type "www.port" in the address field for som reason. I not sure what site I'm trying to view or why "port" is the thing, but I decided today to see what was at port.com.
It is the site for the computer bags and cases used by my company. Weird.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
NPR has a correspondent named David Wessel. He is also an editor for The Wall Street Journal. Presumably, he knows what he is talking about.
Every time I hear his name, I wonder if he was ever tempted to name a child "Nuclear." I suspect only Star Trek fans will get the joke. Actually, naming a dog that way wouldn't be so bad.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I've been in off site meetings all week. We've used gobs of whiteboard markers and flip chart paper. One of our participants has revealed that he once heard that he has "the handwriting of a serial killer." I'm not sure whence this assessment came, but there you go.
When this person was writing on the board, he wrote the word "ZOID" in big letters. I could not figure out where the word fit into our discussion, but since I was taking minutes, I wrote it down. A few minutes went by, and I still hadn't figured out what ZOID had to do with our conversation.
When I asked what it meant, the presenter blushed a bit and said it was actually "2010."
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
We decided to enroll Son in a summer class. Our state requires 2 years of physical education, but the total credits add up to one half. Hence summer gym class. Basically a little less than three weeks of half days add up to one year. Pretty sweet deal.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
The other night, I kept waking up every hour or so. It was a pretty restless night. I kept falling back into the same dream, though. In it, bot flies had laid eggs in my wrist, and I was trying to get rid of the results. It was pretty disturbing, all told.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
My Android-based phone is now using Android v.2.1. One of the new features is a Google Search function that searches by voice commands. I can now say something, and Google will search on what I said. This is somewhat frightening.
Google Goggles also works now. I took a picture of an Agatha Christie book, and it found the title. I've always considered myself to be pretty smart, but it seems that the Googloids are pretty serious masters of cool.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
There are some restaurants that put butcher paper on the tables to make cleanup much easier. At some of these places, the waitstaff will write their names on the tables in crayon. I try to get my tablemates to respond in kind.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I have been asked (again) to be part of the department Town Hall meeting. This reminds me of the Simpsons episode where Principal Skinner announced over the loudspeaker:
Principal Skinner: Attention. All honor students will be rewarded with a trip to an archeological dig!I can't tell if "they" are rewarding me or punishing me. I think I've lost my ability to tell the difference between good news and bad news.
(Martin, Sherri, and Terri cheer, Sherri and Terri high-five)
Principal Skinner: Conversely, all detention students will be punished with a trip to an archeological dig.
Bart, Milhouse, and Nelson: ...Oh, no! Not tomorrow!... ...Oh, crud....
In any case, I've been asked to dress as Uncle Sam and do the bit in the presentation to acknowledge educational milestones and service length milestones. So all of those MBAs and 20-year veterans will be asked to stand up or whatever.
I'm thinking about coming out on stage and belting out a rendition of "Yankee Doodle Dandy" while getting some of my cohorts to hold up props to illustrate some of the lines. My "Yankee Doodle Sweetheart" will be the Statue of Liberty. I can't immediately tie the song to getting an education or serving a long time with a corporation, but I figure if I start a short speech with a sonorous, "America," I can probably go in just about any direction from there.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
We support our local NPR station each year. This year, we contributed enough to get a nifty hot beverage keeper-hotter (not related to the Thermos brand). Along with it came two pounds of the station's special blend coffee (possibly NSFW). I was able to choose between that and a t-shirt or something. Since I am a coffee drinker, I chose the super-cool coffee set.
What I didn't hear them say is that the two pounds of coffee was in bean form. Maybe I can dip them in chocolate or something. Or let it brew for a very long time.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Big Gay Al and I go to the mall food court for lunch every two weeks. While there, we take a circuit of the mall to stretch our legs. The mall is a wonderful place to watch people, so we play different games. One of our recent fun ones is called "Cougar or Mom." The goal is to guess whether the middle-aged woman with the young man is his mother or is romantically involved with him. We've seen examples of both.
Extruded by GDad at 6/01/2010 06:30:00 AM