I guess you need a calculator to figure that out. You ran out of fingers and toes a long time ago.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Good, the Barbie, and the Ugly
Hmmm. It looks like Fall 2007 is going to be Round 3 of the Ridiculous Roommate Wars.Round 1 and Round 2 were tacky, but this one is definitely sinking into the abyss of downright ugly.
Evidently, Jabba the Hut has already moved in. In the spirit of the famous Cantina scene from Star Wars, I can't wait to meet the rest of the characters.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Breaking News: Sort of
Che is dead.
Obvious, you say? Maybe. If we're talking about the right Che.
Some months ago I posted about Vic's crazy roommate and the chick's infatuation with that dastardly assassin, Che Guevara. Nothing screams ignorance like thinking this sociopath is a mythic hero. There is nothing heroic about him. It's like calling Hitler a noble patron of the medical arts because he sanctioned heinous experiments on human beings.
So who is this Che I am referring to? Aha, he is a fish. Well, was a fish. Now he's fertilizer.
The story begins some weeks ago, when the Missing One decided that after two failed attempts at college roommates, that the safe route would be to have a fish.
Enter Splaish, a suave and debonair betta fish that turned out to have a bit of a domestic violence issue. Consequently, I now own his intended, Splish, who had no intention of ever being in the same tank with him.
Having thoroughly enjoyed the spectator sport of watching and "enjoying" her fish, The Brainiac decided to go to the next level and get a 10 gallon tank, filled with all kinds of lovely and colorful tropical fish. Somehow, this entailed a pilgrimage to Marietta, 20 miles away, because the local fish were apparently too redneck for her. Or sickly looking. Or some other lame ass excuse for needing to travel far and away because, well, she could.
Nevertheless, this is about the fish, so I'll stay focused.
The tank was dutifully filled with a gigantic slug-looking thing that eats the gross detritus at the bottom. Unattractive but useful. Too bad they don't package those for the home.
Then, there was an attractive shark-like thing with a red tail fin that looked like...wait for it...a shark. Then there was a lovely angel fish named Magellan, who was a beautiful golden color and looked, you guessed it, ANGELIC!
And finally, there was Flotsam and Jetsam, silly little hysterical fish that turned out to be assassins.
We woke up one morning to find Magellan drifting along the bottom of the tank. Those bastards had eaten his eyes. Oh! It's still quite disturbing. A memorial service soon followed, where Jonathan, the pallbearer, laid Magellan to rest in a shoebox that they buried. Christy delivered a moving eulogy and Vicky mourned, quite stoically. They had to move fast because things were rotting quickly in the heat wave.
Anyway, those hysterical little fish, having gotten a taste of blood, were eventually on each other and we awoke one morning to find Flotsam, or maybe it was Jetsam, half-eaten and sticking to the gaudy plastic plants in the tank. This burial was done without the fanfare, and generally there was a feeling that he had gotten his just desserts.
That left the remaining assassin, now renamed Che, after Tio Jorge's declaration that he was nothing more than an "uptight assassin." Che was a pariah, rejected by all of us. No one would be found sitting in front of the tank enjoying this murderous fish. The Missing One was even contemplating returning him to the fish store.
She couldn't reduce herself to his level and kill him, so she dutifully packed him up and moved him to his new home in the dorm room.
I received the call in the late afternoon.
"Che is dead." I suspect I heard the soft titter of a maniacal giggle. "Karma."
You have to watch out for that karma train. It'll get you every time.
Obvious, you say? Maybe. If we're talking about the right Che.
Some months ago I posted about Vic's crazy roommate and the chick's infatuation with that dastardly assassin, Che Guevara. Nothing screams ignorance like thinking this sociopath is a mythic hero. There is nothing heroic about him. It's like calling Hitler a noble patron of the medical arts because he sanctioned heinous experiments on human beings.
So who is this Che I am referring to? Aha, he is a fish. Well, was a fish. Now he's fertilizer.
The story begins some weeks ago, when the Missing One decided that after two failed attempts at college roommates, that the safe route would be to have a fish.
Enter Splaish, a suave and debonair betta fish that turned out to have a bit of a domestic violence issue. Consequently, I now own his intended, Splish, who had no intention of ever being in the same tank with him.
Having thoroughly enjoyed the spectator sport of watching and "enjoying" her fish, The Brainiac decided to go to the next level and get a 10 gallon tank, filled with all kinds of lovely and colorful tropical fish. Somehow, this entailed a pilgrimage to Marietta, 20 miles away, because the local fish were apparently too redneck for her. Or sickly looking. Or some other lame ass excuse for needing to travel far and away because, well, she could.
Nevertheless, this is about the fish, so I'll stay focused.
The tank was dutifully filled with a gigantic slug-looking thing that eats the gross detritus at the bottom. Unattractive but useful. Too bad they don't package those for the home.
Then, there was an attractive shark-like thing with a red tail fin that looked like...wait for it...a shark. Then there was a lovely angel fish named Magellan, who was a beautiful golden color and looked, you guessed it, ANGELIC!
And finally, there was Flotsam and Jetsam, silly little hysterical fish that turned out to be assassins.
We woke up one morning to find Magellan drifting along the bottom of the tank. Those bastards had eaten his eyes. Oh! It's still quite disturbing. A memorial service soon followed, where Jonathan, the pallbearer, laid Magellan to rest in a shoebox that they buried. Christy delivered a moving eulogy and Vicky mourned, quite stoically. They had to move fast because things were rotting quickly in the heat wave.
Anyway, those hysterical little fish, having gotten a taste of blood, were eventually on each other and we awoke one morning to find Flotsam, or maybe it was Jetsam, half-eaten and sticking to the gaudy plastic plants in the tank. This burial was done without the fanfare, and generally there was a feeling that he had gotten his just desserts.
That left the remaining assassin, now renamed Che, after Tio Jorge's declaration that he was nothing more than an "uptight assassin." Che was a pariah, rejected by all of us. No one would be found sitting in front of the tank enjoying this murderous fish. The Missing One was even contemplating returning him to the fish store.
She couldn't reduce herself to his level and kill him, so she dutifully packed him up and moved him to his new home in the dorm room.
I received the call in the late afternoon.
"Che is dead." I suspect I heard the soft titter of a maniacal giggle. "Karma."
You have to watch out for that karma train. It'll get you every time.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Finally, the August 12 of 12 (version 2.0)
Ok folks, we all know Chad is brilliant--check out his site for the skinny on this awesome project.
Meanwhile, I'm operating on what I can only call a tape delay. Well, more accurately, a data delay, as I misplaced my memory stick.
So here goes: what I did on Sunday, August 12th
And finally, Vicky descended upon us, with a cameo appearance by Meredith. We were sitting outside watching the meteors when they pulled up, hungry (I made them midnight ham sandwiches) and ready to pack for moving into the dorms today.
Meanwhile, I'm operating on what I can only call a tape delay. Well, more accurately, a data delay, as I misplaced my memory stick.
So here goes: what I did on Sunday, August 12th
We got up early and went to church, thinking we'd go to breakfast afterward. Well, we did, only in an unexpected way. The ladies had a bake sale, so we indulged in banana bread, and inexplicably, HALF an angel food cake.
We went to the covered bridge to picnic for breakfast. You may recognize it as the location for the latest episode of That Catholic Show.
Muffins...and a not so brilliant move to have milk in the heat wave...but it was a good breakfast.
It looks like that weird Star Trek: The Next Generation oil alien that ate Tasha Yar. Only, not. It was a forest fire. Really. It was up a ways on the trail, and at first we thought it was the aftermath of some controlled burning, but we realized that it didn't have any evidence of ditches--this piece was actually moving across the trail. The black is burned up wood chips and the gray is ash. We saw flames so we did our civic duty ad contacted our friendly neighborhood fire department.
The area is like a tree cemetary.
On our way home we passed a double-wide advertising yard eggs. If anyone knows what this is, please leave a comment to enlighten me. We had to double back to get the picture, as proof.
This Georgia heat wave is just wiping out the possibility of doing anything after 10 AM, so we went home and crashed around the house. I popped in a movie and proceeded to do some filing.
And shredding. I love shredding. It soothes my aggression.
I found this playbill from a hundred years ago. My uncle Jorge, the coolest uncle in the universe, got this autograph for me when I was majoring in the ever useful and marketable medieval literature as an undergrad. He's a musician and won't bother the artists for autographs, but actually hung around the stage door for this one. I've got George Hearn from La Cage Aux Folles, too. (separate note, I could listen to that all day).
After a long afternoon of filing and pretty much blowing off any writing that I should have done, I went back to my desk to check on a couple of books I've released on Lulu.com for print on demand. You can find them here and here. It's been a struggle for me to figure out how to do this self-publishing, but I'm confident that I'm gaining the skills necessary to put out a composition textbook through this venue. I just finished writing it, and have to format it and stuff, and then, woohoo, I'll be using it in the classroom instead of those generic things that don't serve my student population. I can't believe I'm excited about rhetoric. LOL
And finally, Vicky descended upon us, with a cameo appearance by Meredith. We were sitting outside watching the meteors when they pulled up, hungry (I made them midnight ham sandwiches) and ready to pack for moving into the dorms today. It was a long day. I got up at 6 am to get ready for church, and went to bed after 1 am. It turned out too be a lot less boring than I thought.
UPDATE: My editor the Big Floating Head noted that I typed too many "o's" in "to." I think he could be doing other things.
Where's my 12 of 12?
It's coming along later tonight. I had some technical difficulties with the pics not uploading and just gave up on the scene in exchange for sharing laughs with the kids and Vic's friend, Meredith.
Come back later today and it'll be ready.
In the meantime, I have a new Monday Musings up at RosaryArmy. Check it out.
And while I have your attention, did anybody check out the Perseids meteor shower? Christy and I lied down in the bed of the pick-up truck and watched for a while. We saw lots of little spurts that surprised us every time, and I saw a fantastic streak that looked like it was animated for it's size and length. Way cool!
OK, that's all.
Come back later today and it'll be ready.
In the meantime, I have a new Monday Musings up at RosaryArmy. Check it out.
And while I have your attention, did anybody check out the Perseids meteor shower? Christy and I lied down in the bed of the pick-up truck and watched for a while. We saw lots of little spurts that surprised us every time, and I saw a fantastic streak that looked like it was animated for it's size and length. Way cool!OK, that's all.
Friday, August 10, 2007
I want to post, really
It's just too hot.
Too hot to think.
Too hot to act.
Too hot to do anything except complain about how freakin' hot it is.
Man. Did I say it's hot?
What are you doing to keep cool?
Too hot to think.
Too hot to act.
Too hot to do anything except complain about how freakin' hot it is.
Man. Did I say it's hot?
What are you doing to keep cool?
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
I wasted my 500th post for this?
From our local mentirologo:Rockdale County
Heat Advisory:
Issued at: 3:04 AM EDT 8/8/07, expires at: 11:15 AM EDT 8/8/07
"Heat advisory remains in effect from 1 pm this afternoon to 8 pm edt this evening, heat advisory in effect from 1 pm to 8 pm edt Thursday. A heat advisory remains in effect from 1 pm this afternoon to 8 pm edt this evening for much of central georgia, generally west and south of a line from chatsworth to marietta to athens. A heat advisory has also been issued from 1 pm to 8 pm edt on Thursday as these dangerously hot conditions are expected to persist. High temperatures this afternoon will be in the upper 90s to near 102. Combining these temperatures with relative humidities of 35 to 45 percent will produce heat index values in the 105 to 110 degree range.
These conditions will likely persist through the late afternoon and early evening hours. A heat advisory means that a period of dangerous heat is expected. The combination of hot temperatures and high humidity will create heat index readings of at least 105 degrees and very warm overnight temperatures."
Heat Advisory:
Issued at: 3:04 AM EDT 8/8/07, expires at: 11:15 AM EDT 8/8/07
"Heat advisory remains in effect from 1 pm this afternoon to 8 pm edt this evening, heat advisory in effect from 1 pm to 8 pm edt Thursday. A heat advisory remains in effect from 1 pm this afternoon to 8 pm edt this evening for much of central georgia, generally west and south of a line from chatsworth to marietta to athens. A heat advisory has also been issued from 1 pm to 8 pm edt on Thursday as these dangerously hot conditions are expected to persist. High temperatures this afternoon will be in the upper 90s to near 102. Combining these temperatures with relative humidities of 35 to 45 percent will produce heat index values in the 105 to 110 degree range.
These conditions will likely persist through the late afternoon and early evening hours. A heat advisory means that a period of dangerous heat is expected. The combination of hot temperatures and high humidity will create heat index readings of at least 105 degrees and very warm overnight temperatures."
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Who put the ME in media?
David Kemper of The DIGITAL Archive gave a fantastic interpretation of what he calls the new ME-dia at his blog, and I encourage those of you interested in this phenomena to check it out.
I've had numerous conversations with Greg where I pose the same question: who are these people and why are they watching you on ustream?
I have to admit, I'm usually the first one there. That I have a vested interested in the project is obvious, but beyond that, I think I have a real fascination with the whole ustream thing. I mean, I watch this live broadcast, and at the same time, am participating in a running commentary with people who sometimes only have an anonymous number identifying them, generally have a nickname, and in a few cases, reveal their real names. It's crazy!
And engaging.
It's true that a virtual community has arisen from this, and the people are as real as me. And you.
Check it out. Once you get past asking the question, like me, it becomes really fascinating and fun.
I've had numerous conversations with Greg where I pose the same question: who are these people and why are they watching you on ustream?
I have to admit, I'm usually the first one there. That I have a vested interested in the project is obvious, but beyond that, I think I have a real fascination with the whole ustream thing. I mean, I watch this live broadcast, and at the same time, am participating in a running commentary with people who sometimes only have an anonymous number identifying them, generally have a nickname, and in a few cases, reveal their real names. It's crazy!
And engaging.
It's true that a virtual community has arisen from this, and the people are as real as me. And you.
Check it out. Once you get past asking the question, like me, it becomes really fascinating and fun.
Monday, August 06, 2007
I could work for Discovery Channel!
OK, maybe not, but tonight we had a really cool experience. We were sitting around after dinner and Jonathan went outside for a moment to check on the pool. He came back excited and told us that there were some deer outside snacking on the grass (or whatever). We all got up and ran for the big window in the living room, and sure enough, two young deer were just hanging around.
I tried to take pictures on the ancient Kodak, but my hand wasn't steady enough with the exteme zoom, and then, the picture wasn't very clear because of distortion, but this gives you an idea. We walked outside very slowly and stood at the top of the pool deck for the picture and I was able to get some video, which is a little better.
I tried to take pictures on the ancient Kodak, but my hand wasn't steady enough with the exteme zoom, and then, the picture wasn't very clear because of distortion, but this gives you an idea. We walked outside very slowly and stood at the top of the pool deck for the picture and I was able to get some video, which is a little better.What's the name of this blog?
Check out this incredible article that says coffee is actually good for women. I am in heaven. Here's an excerpt:
They found that women who drank more than three cups of coffee per day,
orits caffeine equivalent in tea, retained more of their verbal and -- to a
lesserextent -- visual memories over four years.
These women had a 33 percent lowerodds of having verbal memory declines and
18 percent lower odds of having visualand spatial memory declines, compared to
women who drank one cup or fewer perday.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
I'm exhausted just thinking about it
The Duggars had their 17th child. I can't even wrap my mind around that. Michelle Duggar has been pregnant for 126 months out of her life. That's 10 years.
Vaya.
Friday, August 03, 2007
A little blogger goodness
Rob, the Tupelo Catholic, found me! I am so relieved to know I have a place in this great little mosaic. See below.
Go read his blog and listen to his show! He has skillz.
Twitter Mosaic is Awesome
I've been featured in this awesome mosaic. Can you find me? I can't
find me, so if you do, I'll...I'll...I'll do something really cool for you. Maybe. If I can. And it's not weird or anything.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Web 2.0 and burgeoning communities
A couple of things happened today that really had me thinking about community, and they are connected with a pretty unusual tie-in--namely Catholicity and a coffee shop. Weird? Let me explain.
First of all, I got the news that a blogger and Rosary Army forum member passed away last night. I never met this woman, yet she has been a fixture in my life in one way or another, either by posting in a forum that I frequent, or through my occasional commentary on her blog. She had a lot of interesting things to say, and shared a bit of her life, too. It broke my heart to hear the bad news, but then again, she's really in a better place--sounds trite, but it's what we believe as Christians, no? God rest her soul.
Then there's the Kaiteur Coffee House, my most favoritest place around town. Check them out, they have a blog. If you have a keen eye and know who you're looking for, you'll catch me in a couple of the pictures posted in the Espresso Shots feature in the blog. How funny is that? I've even posted some comments over there.
So why are these two things together making me think of community? Well, the obvious one is the coffee house, because it's about real people interacting with each other in a comfortable setting. It's really about being civil and talking to human beings, instead of being a drone at a drive-thru window. Sadly, those drones really are human beings, we just tend to forget it. Sad.
The other thing is the sense of community in the various internet media--things such as blogs, facebook, myspace, forums--and other stuff like podcasts and videocasts. There's so much going on I can't wrap my mind around it. This isn't yesterday's stereotype of a creepy pervert in a chatroom [although I'm sure that still exists] but rather a fascinating way that communication is being exercised.
I am intrigued by it because it seems so fluid. It is at once anonymous and transparent.
So that's it. I probably haven't offered you anything new to think about. After all, if you're reading this you are either my mother, or somebody with a decent enough understanding of the internet to get what I'm saying. Still, I feel like there needs to be at least one moment every once in a while where we become aware of this discourse, if only to contemplate how far we've come since that first communication so many years ago, reputedly stated by Alexander Graham Bell, "Mr. Watson, come here. I want to see you."
First of all, I got the news that a blogger and Rosary Army forum member passed away last night. I never met this woman, yet she has been a fixture in my life in one way or another, either by posting in a forum that I frequent, or through my occasional commentary on her blog. She had a lot of interesting things to say, and shared a bit of her life, too. It broke my heart to hear the bad news, but then again, she's really in a better place--sounds trite, but it's what we believe as Christians, no? God rest her soul.
Then there's the Kaiteur Coffee House, my most favoritest place around town. Check them out, they have a blog. If you have a keen eye and know who you're looking for, you'll catch me in a couple of the pictures posted in the Espresso Shots feature in the blog. How funny is that? I've even posted some comments over there.
So why are these two things together making me think of community? Well, the obvious one is the coffee house, because it's about real people interacting with each other in a comfortable setting. It's really about being civil and talking to human beings, instead of being a drone at a drive-thru window. Sadly, those drones really are human beings, we just tend to forget it. Sad.
The other thing is the sense of community in the various internet media--things such as blogs, facebook, myspace, forums--and other stuff like podcasts and videocasts. There's so much going on I can't wrap my mind around it. This isn't yesterday's stereotype of a creepy pervert in a chatroom [although I'm sure that still exists] but rather a fascinating way that communication is being exercised.
I am intrigued by it because it seems so fluid. It is at once anonymous and transparent.
So that's it. I probably haven't offered you anything new to think about. After all, if you're reading this you are either my mother, or somebody with a decent enough understanding of the internet to get what I'm saying. Still, I feel like there needs to be at least one moment every once in a while where we become aware of this discourse, if only to contemplate how far we've come since that first communication so many years ago, reputedly stated by Alexander Graham Bell, "Mr. Watson, come here. I want to see you."
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Blog Cross-Pollination Post
Check out the exciting news about the new Walmart line of specialty wines. I'd love to hear which one is your favorite in the comments.
Monday, July 30, 2007
adding indignity to injury
After a trying week that included, how does one put this delicately, unemployment, a three-vehicle pile-up (no injuriues, thank God), a failed emissions test, and culminated with the dog dying, I awoke this Monday morning feeling confident that things would turn around this week.
One could say that I am channeling positive thoughts. Then I found out that the cannibalistic cyclids attacked the angel fish over night, and he was dead this morning, half-eaten.
Not to be deterred, I proceeded with my day, fearful that I would fail the emissions test this afternoon. I have a mechanic par excellence, and he came through for me. The Loser Cruiser passed the test. The State of Georgia was once again able to stick it to me with the tag renewal fees.
And then, while leaving the tag agency, perhaps too cocky after winning this particular round against the fates, a bird shit on my head.
"Oh, the pain, the pain."
Dr. Zachary Smith, Lost in Space
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Play time: I look hot as a super hero
| Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading |
 You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive. You understand people better than they would like to be understood. Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details. You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on! Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now |
Unfortunately, this is more like it:
Human Rights violation?
Or just a violation of good taste? Is this catechesis or calisthenics? Check out these prisoners who exercise with dance. Maybe not a bad idea after all, only you gotta wonder where they got the scapular for Whoopi's character.
If you're bold, they do Michael Jackson's "Thriller." I have nothing more to say.
If you're bold, they do Michael Jackson's "Thriller." I have nothing more to say.
Friday, July 27, 2007
The experiment is over!
I am happy to say that after two years, I finally got around to finishing the Ink 'n Doodles challenge--I don't even remember what it was, teehee. Anyway, if you like it, thanks, if you don't, blame Rob.
It'll be available for a limited time while I decide what to do with it, so pop in and check out the free preview at the link. Just click on the cover.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Is it stealing if I give the dead guy credit?
The World Is Too Much With Us
William Wordsworth (I don't even like the Romantics)
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
William Wordsworth (I don't even like the Romantics)
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Penance Post
I am emerging from my self-imposed information superhighway diet to post this birthday greeting for She-Who-Is-Bitter-I-Did-Not-Post-A-Timely-Felicitation yesterday.
Evidently, a midnight call was insufficient, and to be fair, this oversight was a slight, well...slighting. Nevertheless, I did spend all day, from said midnight hour to 6:20 pm yesterday, recalling every pang, every insecurity, every indignity of 23 hours of labor that brought forth my beloved first born.
If she complains that she suffers the indignities of all my anxieties with a first born, i.e., a reluctance to let her do things on her own, the fearful cutting of the umbilical cord (it's still attached, although she comes at it with a chainsaw), and my own misgivings about watching her grow up and become the lovely young adult that she inevitably has become, she should be somewhat consoled by the fact that I loved her first.
Happy Birthday, Vic!
Evidently, a midnight call was insufficient, and to be fair, this oversight was a slight, well...slighting. Nevertheless, I did spend all day, from said midnight hour to 6:20 pm yesterday, recalling every pang, every insecurity, every indignity of 23 hours of labor that brought forth my beloved first born.
If she complains that she suffers the indignities of all my anxieties with a first born, i.e., a reluctance to let her do things on her own, the fearful cutting of the umbilical cord (it's still attached, although she comes at it with a chainsaw), and my own misgivings about watching her grow up and become the lovely young adult that she inevitably has become, she should be somewhat consoled by the fact that I loved her first.
Happy Birthday, Vic!
here she is, the center of attention, as it should be (no doubt she thinks it)
Pop Culture is Tomorrow's Classics
I'm betting that Harry Potter's saga will be become required reading in some curriculum hundreds of years from now--it already is the stuff of college courses and Ph.D. dissertations, so why not?
This little piece that I have here for your listening pleasure comes from Nintendo--some guy has arranged a classical interpetation of the theme from Legend of Zelda. I played the game when I was younger, but always preferred Super Mario Brothers. Nevertheless, I recognize what to me, was often hypnotic pieces of the game, but here, produced so beautifully.
Even if you are clueless about Zelda, I think you'll really enjoy this.
Of course, I had to include the beat-boxing flute:
This little piece that I have here for your listening pleasure comes from Nintendo--some guy has arranged a classical interpetation of the theme from Legend of Zelda. I played the game when I was younger, but always preferred Super Mario Brothers. Nevertheless, I recognize what to me, was often hypnotic pieces of the game, but here, produced so beautifully.
Even if you are clueless about Zelda, I think you'll really enjoy this.
Of course, I had to include the beat-boxing flute:
Friday, July 20, 2007
I love Snape
Alas, 11:30 pm, and no chance I'll have the book until John and Jonathan have read it first.
I'm going on the record that Snape is not a complete shit, and will have some redeeming quality. Too bad an essay I wrote on the topic has now become obsolete.
As for Harry's fate--good prevails, although I suspect that following the literary mythological canon that Rowling has written leads me to believe that Harry dies in order to save the world from Voldemort.
But who is the second character?
Perhaps it is Voldemort---does he count? They go down together. Anyone else will be nonsensical, unless Snape ponies up. That would be classic, and classy.
I'm going on the record that Snape is not a complete shit, and will have some redeeming quality. Too bad an essay I wrote on the topic has now become obsolete.
As for Harry's fate--good prevails, although I suspect that following the literary mythological canon that Rowling has written leads me to believe that Harry dies in order to save the world from Voldemort.
But who is the second character?
Perhaps it is Voldemort---does he count? They go down together. Anyone else will be nonsensical, unless Snape ponies up. That would be classic, and classy.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
good stuff
Reading a variety of blogs ultimately leads you to finding the occasional gem, which is what I'm gonna share with you today--the gem that is. The blogs I read regularly are already gem-like, but since I read them regularly, it's not like I could point you in their direction all the time if you don't choose them of your own volition because I listed them here to the right. It's that whole horse and water problem...
But you're here already, and evidently still reading [a fact that continues to amaze me, btw] so I'm hijacking you today to check out Nickerblog's post of "30 random ways to a happier life." I've always felt that happiness comes with simple things, and I'm a sucker for random things, so here's a sampling:
1. Learn early on to enjoy warm soda. Trust me, it comes in handy. While you're at it, learn to drink black coffee. [emphasis mine--sage advice, indeed]
It ends rather cleverly, and some dumb poster didn't get it because he was looking for item #30, ha! He saves the best for last.
But you're here already, and evidently still reading [a fact that continues to amaze me, btw] so I'm hijacking you today to check out Nickerblog's post of "30 random ways to a happier life." I've always felt that happiness comes with simple things, and I'm a sucker for random things, so here's a sampling:
1. Learn early on to enjoy warm soda. Trust me, it comes in handy. While you're at it, learn to drink black coffee. [emphasis mine--sage advice, indeed]
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11. Cut out people that bum you out.***
17. Get rid of the stuff you're hoarding. It's an emotional drain.***
25. Treat yourself to nice underwear. Life is too short.It ends rather cleverly, and some dumb poster didn't get it because he was looking for item #30, ha! He saves the best for last.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
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Thursday, July 12, 2007
12 of 12 (sort of)
Unfortunately, I left my camera locked in my filing cabinet, so, in the spirit of insanity, I used PAINT to draw my stick-figure day. Evidently I didn't have enough coffee today....
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
That Catholic Show! Again!
I love this show. Check out Jaime Father Jaime during his ordination. And this go round, definitely hang around for the out takes.
Monday, July 09, 2007
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