kirk: anyway, I should be home 6:15-30ish
people say this game is really amazing
me: well, it should be for $150 bucks
kirk: !! ?
me: farking scalpers!
kirk: please tell me you're kidding
me: went to three stores, all of them sold out
kirk: please tell me you're kidding
dude
i didn't want you to spend that kind of money! i wanted you to preorder
me: farking circuit city kid was scalping them by the loading dock....
no worries, its all good
for a $150 I got the game... then I turned him into his boss, got the cash back and the game for free.
and got him fired
win-win, as near as I can tell.
kirk: whoo.
are you serious about all this shit ? or are you just making up stories so I don't feel bad about you shelling out?
me: unfortunately, he was waiting by my car and tried to start shit when I came out.
But the cops showed, I guess the boss had called them to escort him off the premises.
kirk: holy fucking weirdness
no wonder you sounded so wartorn when you left a msg
me: he took off running when he saw them, he was pretty fast.
faster than they were, at least.
once he got out of range they just went back to their cars and milled around.
kirk: sheez, it's like your own GTAIV adventure right there, fortunately w/ a bit less gratuitous violence
--Evil B.
--Dylan's Blackberry
Jesusisreality. All one word. I am guessing they forgot the ".com"
Oh well. Reality sucks.
--Dylan's Blackberry
Vietnamese Student Ass.
Come eat our authentic food.
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I got an A.
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The US government has dead aliens.
There are ghosts.
Deal with it.
--Dylan's Blackberry
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# times poop in public bathroom:
< 10
# times vomit in public bathroom:
1
# times orgasm in public bathroom:
0
Scoring System
1pt / poop
10pts / puke
100pts / orgasm
--Dylan's Blackberry
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Thank you God for giving us food.
Thank you God for all this good food.
Thank you G-o-o-o-d.
Thank you G-o-o-o-d.
Thank you G-o-o-o-d.
For all this food.
And Jesus.
--Dylan's Blackberry
--Dylan's Blackberry
1. "The Duke is knock knock knockin' on my butt-hole door."
2. "The man handed her a bag of poo and said, 'There's my poo in that bag.'"
3. "I need a pork pie, damn it. Where can a reasonable woman get herself a pork pie?"
--Dylan's Blackberry
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We agreed that he can sleep on my pillow if I can hold his paw while I fall asleep.
--Dylan's Blackberry
--Dylan's Blackberry
There seems a Moore's Law of edgy content. Every 18 months, horror movies get twice as gory, celebrity news gets twice as shameless, SomethingAwful goons and /b/tards get twice as annoying, and political bloggers get twice as strident. Sexual arousal, disgust, annoyance, and outrage are easy emotions to pump, and I'm getting tired of it.
Is it any wonder we're so enchanted with YouTube? "Chocolate Rain" has a lot of lines in it that are definitely about serious aspects of racism in America, though the complete message is a little more elusive. But the song itself, by Tay Zonday's own admission, is SO CHEESY. And it took the Internet by storm. I downloaded it and put it on my iPod.
That, my friends, is the future. Adding a pleasant cheese coating to make things easier to digest, not more difficult.
Don't believe me? Chuck Norris endorsed Huckabee for President, with many references to those Chuck Norris "facts". How will the Democrats respond to this historic use of an Internet meme in a Presidential campaign? It's a strategy that Ron Paul overlooked, that's for sure.
--Nick B
And is it just me, or did anyone else shiver when they mentioned snow in next weeks forecast?
--Evil B.
Thanks Kirk, for everything. I don't think either of us knew how long and varied a college friendship could be. Here's to the next 12 years .... and the ones that will follow!
(Damn, we are getting old)
--Evil B.
#1. Write your will, now. If you already have a will, review it once a year.
#2. Write your health care proxy form, now. This proxy provides instructions as to how you are to be treated if you are incapacitated and appoints someone to make decisions for you. It saves your relatives a lot of agonizing, they just follow instructions. Make certain to include your disposition on experimental treatments (Phase I, II, and III trials).
#3. When the first thing a doctor wants to talk about with you is the phase I trial they are doing to treat the condition of a family member, tell them you want to know about the standard treatments. Phase I is for "we don't know what we are doing" experimental treatments. If you are having trouble sorting out whose interest the doctors represent, consider: you aren't paying the bills for the trial, the drug company is. The intersection of your interests is an illusion. If you don't believe that, read the waiver they ask you to sign before participating.
#4 When a doctor starts spouting numbers from treatment studies, make sure they are relevant to the condition being treated. A 50% survival rate for a treatment is meaningless if everyone in the sample was a left-handed bald mature female and the person being treated is a right-handed hirsute elderly male, regardless if the disease is the same.
#5 Immediately establish an assertive relationship with the doctors treating your relative. The loud relative gets the doctors to visit the patient. You need someone capable to act as advocate. Doctors live a high stimulation life, being polite gets dismissed as noise. Always have a pen and paper, always write down what they say, and quote it back at them when they contradict themselves. Five extra minutes of their time to clarify what they said will make them upset, but you may only get one chance to ask.
--Evil B.
Schedules and plans make things clear, they let you know where things are likely to break down, how much time you need for an activity, and how much money it is going to cost you.
Babies, houses, are large software projects are the best plan solvents money can afford you. Plans and schedules disolve on contact with any of them.
I imagine that someone is working on an enterprise application for monitoring babies in peoples' houses. The application will be the crowning achievement of the Orwellian state. Fortunately, they are off schedule ......
--Evil B.
A baby is a lot of work.
Catherine is still getting up in the night. Last night she got Leslee up three times. Leslee is a wreck this morning, I am not much better. But I got up at 5:45 and started chores. Catherine started to howl, and I went in to see her. Once I realized it wasn't an emergency, I put her back in the crib, gave her a few toys, and went back to work. She howled a bit more, ran out of steam, and has been asleep for the last 30 minutes.
Sleep deprivation, it's what's for breakfast. If anything, you learn to admire your own parents for their endurance. Anyone have any hints on this?
--Evil B.
-- Milton, Paradise Lost
There are no princes in heaven, because princes must fight among themselves for their claim to the throne. In conflict, in ambiguity, there is hell. There are no pure servants in hell, because everyone must be trying to escape, to advance their own lot, regardless of the suffering they inflict. Pure servitude is a state of acceptance, of resignation to the current state being as good as it is going to get. This is heaven, where everything is accepted as being currently optimal.
Some people take the phrase as a comparison between what their status in either place would be based on their moral value here on earth. I take it as a comparison of how individuals must behave under either circumstance.
Of course, there must be some poor deluded fools acting as servants in hell. Do they find redemption, or do they just turn on the wheel, serving one prince no more worthy than the last? Or are they so lost that they believe it is heaven in their servitude?
And if you have any spare time after answering those questions, I am having a heck of time getting these angels to balance on the head of this needle.
--Evil B.
I guess I still see myself as being 21 so being a dad and all is still surprising.
--Beau
Having two days alone in Belmont to clean, organize, work and sleep is fantastic.
Thanks Honey!
--Evil B.
--REM,It's The End of the World as We Know It
My daughter's first birthday was last week. The song was just a litany of pop culture references with a catchy tune. I never thought about its theme. Its shaped to sound like the rush of information we take in from the childhood through adolescence.
For an instant, the lyric became palpable. We just finished her birthday party, the confusion and exhileration of her experience is fresh on my mind. What will her first taste of cheesecake be like? For how many month's will it be her favorite dessert? Will an Aquarium trip leave her fascinated by jelly fish, or will finding a dead one on the beach disgust her?
What will be the boom?
Am I projecting too much on this poor defenseless song, or is this how we are supposed to treat our pop culture prayers?
--Evil B.
It's a Bank Holiday in the UK today, which means that, since no-one's at work, it's pissing down. [1] Marvellous. Instead of going to the planned, annual, Goth Picnic, whereby a large group of people in black drink/eat/play games/try not to get a tan whilst sitting in the sun, I shall be going to the pub, which will be expensive.
What did you do on your last public holiday?
[1]Also, how rude do you think this is? I don't think it is, much, which is why it's here, but how do you crazy USans feel about it?
--Catherine
my
god
I might be working for the company that makes Project Runway.
oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh Tim Gun is Hot please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please
oh please let them like me!!
--ErinMaru
There are very few things I can say to adequately thank him. I can only hope that I have the opportunity to be as dependable and generous to him as he has been to me and mine.
Thanks Kirks!
--Evil B.
If I am lucky, I will get in a much needed trip to the gym or a walk with my parents dogs.
I never realized how busy and full being a boring suburbanite is!
--Evil B.
--ErinMaru
Cute new guy casualy remarks he likes the new girl he's started seeing, tactfully sending the message he's not interested in my flirting. My cute haircut, low cut shirt, makeup, all for nothing. Burnt to cinders in my
CRASH AND BURNNNNNN!
How cool was this dude? He's going to London next month for fun, has tattoos, likes Japanese snack food, appreciates the environmental issues of the show we work on, and did I mention for his day job he is cutting commercials for Oceans 13?
Well, maybe the security guard from Camaroon who's going to architect school will give me call.
--ErinMaru
Live and learn!
--Kirk
"trying in 3s...2s...1s.....
...And We're Back!"
That was lovely, software with a sense of humor, if you catch it at just the right time.
--Kirk
--Kirk
Could someone explain how you dance in D-major?
--Nick B
I see that an address is "404 Concord Ave" and my first thought is "Gee, I hope that isn't hard to find."
--Kirk
it might stay around for a while. In any case I'll probably do some goofy tribute on kisrael one of these days.
--Kirk
sigh.
--FoSO
--Beau
Constructions:
1. Go to the beach at low tide.
2. Position yourself half way between the high and low water marks.
3. Push a bunch of sand together until it forms a knee high pile.
4. Shape pile into something castle like.
Destructions:
1. Watch the incoming tide remove your creation.
2. Ponder the meaning of it all.
Deductions:
1. Wonder why you can still comfortably make sand castles on a New England beach in the week prior to Christmas.
2. Deduce that global warming will change your way of life.
Reductions:
1. Concede that the problem is too large for you to change.
2. Think that a few less cold days is not that big a deal.
Induction:
1. Go back to your car, get in.
2. Insert the key.
3. Turn the key.
4. Drive home.
--Evil B.
1. go to http://www.harveydanger.com/downloads/
2. download a copy off "Little by Little"
3. Listen to the whole album.
4. Return here and comment.
(Hrm, I just realized that the only distinction between this post and the occasional comments spam is that a registered user is posting it. I feel dirty now....)
--Evil B.
bells from a crossing and suits
make acela sweet
--FoSO
(n.b., try youtube for 'screw on head', i notice that sci fi doesn't appear to be streaming it anymore...)
--FoSO
"Obviously the answer must be a carefully calculated equation of how much you like us, how cool you expect the party to be, what stage of the party you hope to arrive at, whether you'd rather be an instigator or a coat-tail rider, how much you'd like to drink, do you want to stake out an area in one room in particular, how late do you plan to stay, are you going to sneak off to watch meteors, how much food do you plan to consume, are you going to play any games, how(un)comfortable your outfits will be, what do you think the odds of EB and family showing up are, how early you have to get up the next morning, how much does the decor bug you, would you like to get distracted in my book collection, do you or FoSOSO have some built in time/crowd limits that could be at risk of being tripped, how much do you think you'll like the music, etc etc etc. You should probably calculate a weighting for all of these factors, plus a scalar factor for each one of how much it should impact the designated arrival time. Your "mad excel skillz" may come in useful for this one, or FoSOSO might be able to put together a small program in PHP or some other scripting language.
Or, I dunno, like 6, give or take 20 minutes? How the heck should I know!?"
kirk, in order to properly derive a formula for an 'arrival time model' i would have to take observations of at least 30+ parties, decide what kind of probability distribution was appropriate for the data, devise the weightings and factors, perform significant back testing and real trials upon the resultant formula, and then be prepared for it to function quite poorly. since much of this data is impossible to know in advance, there would be an extra layer of error from my undoubtedly poor forecast of the party conditions. some of these data points would have no bearing at all on the optimal arrival time and others would indicate a high level of predictive ability which might well be spurious. still more error comes from not having a good enough statistical package to do all this properly - excel sucks. while this might be acceptable in such disciplines as money management, i fear that i'd be QUITE partied out should i make an attempt...
--FoSO
They're the best way I know of making bright fog.
--Kirk
confuse by using a false
pseudonym, how odd
--FoSO
for the first time; i'm not scared
of october bears
--FoSO
Kirk came over, rotated a futon 90 degrees, and then returned to other pressing matters.
The "hiding bodies" bit is over-rated. Friends move furniture, even when their own lives are pretty busy.
Thanks Kirk!
--Evil B.
cool me down to a small knot
fireplace to untie
--FoSO
Thank goodness for friends who make drudgery light. Thank you.
PS. Kirk also showed up later in the day, and was quite filling to help.
--Evil B.
The moon is full and bright tonight, so much so that moon shadows were distinct from streetlight shadows.Spy Pond is black and still, and you can just barely hear the cars on the otherside as they race up Route 2.
There is something about walking on a September night with five other people that reminds me strongly of college. The hint of fall in the air, the meandering conversations about everything, the way your eyes adjust to the darkness between streetlights are all fine reminders of what brought us together in the first place.
Thanks guys, you made my evening!
--Evil B.
I was rear-ended......
by a priest.
The jokes just write themselves. Unfortunately, the jokes don't take care of my whiplash. The ER doctor prescribed muscle relaxants, so now I am seven shades of dopey.
Note to God: If you are hoping this will get me off the fence about joining a church, it did. The Episcopal's are off the list.
--Evil B.
The taste was indulgently bitter. Not excessively bitter , like cheap candy being too sweet. Rather it introduced itself gently as bitter and expanded to fulfill the initial promise. It was bitter without acidic tartness. Like good lemonade, I felt my stomach contract as I drank, but it lacked the tartness that would burn the esophagus. Expelling breath from my mouth after the first draught, the taste did not linger. I was left with the distinct feeling of being satisfied, of wanting no more, yet finding what I had pleasant.
Anyone want to guess which plant derived substance I was drinking?
--Evil B.
Never.
Ever.
It took us two hours and forty minutes to clear the Bourne bridge. An accident at exit 5 backed up traffic past exit 3. It took us an additional hour and change to clear that. The rest of the way was just slow. My tonsils were floating for most of the journey. When did they remove all the sanitary facilities from the smaller rest stops? It was a brilliant move on the state's part, as now they can guarantee a demographically homogenized urea sample from the ground just beyound the chain link fence which encircles their "rest stops". I don't consider it "restful" to run the length of the stop looking for the port-o-john, or at least the spot of ground that smells the least like the backside of Ren-Faire.
Three and a half hours into the journey, baby was out of milk and not interested in sleep. Thank goodness breast pumps have cigarette lighter adapters. And of course a good Sunday dinner was sacrificed to the convenience gods of gluttony and the deep fryer.
So an otherwise restful weekend in the woods in a little cabin that smelled of mothballs and drove my allergies into overdrive had the finishing touches put on it by my own stupidity. I sat in the Masshole parade, cursing my own bad timing, and considering using the breakdown lane to get my Masshole Honor Badge. Passing two cars that had evidently had the same idea at different relative speeds cured me of that consideration.
Feh!
--Evil B.
But its the little things that get you, never the big things. So here is my list of foods that have proved my undoing, along with the ones that should be more tempting than they have turned out to be:
Cannot Resist:
Thai Summer Rolls (Deep Fried Goodness)
Dark Chocolate (60% Cocao or bust)
Honey Whole Wheat Pretzel Sticks
Trader Joe's Tamari Sembei (Tasty Rice Crackers)
Home-made baked anything (especially with baker staring at me wondering why I took such a tiny piece)
Fresh Raisin Bread from Panara
"Seasoned" French Fries
Can Resist:
Cheesecake (Factory variety used for test)
Brownies
Big Oatmeal Raisin Cookies
Coffee (as long as I haven't had any within last 24 hours)
Second Half of Lunch Sandwich
--Evil B.
So, Wes and I are walking along the beach a couple of days ago and we see a dead sea turtle washed up on the shore. It was very sad to see this gigantic, once beautiful creature, now all bloated and distended, cooking in the sun. I tried to tell myself if was probably 189 years old and had lead a long and happy life, but I’m all “Inconvenient Truth”ed at the moment, so I had a hard time not feeling melancholy for the sad state of the environment.
Then last night we are out walking again, and we see this cluster of people gathered around near the dunes, so naturally, we join them to see what they are all looking at. Turns out they are looking at a sea turtle nest hatching, and right as we get there 100 tiny baby sea turtles come crawling out of this crater in the sand, and start marching towards the ocean, in probably the most effective demonstration of natural instinct I have ever witnessed. It was an amazing sight… and definitely illustrated for me the whole circle of life business.
Isn’t that a lovely story?
--Sarah
--ErinMaru
--The_Lex Sat Jul 29 22:22:15 2006
I like it! Mostly because "evil" and "lawful" are not mutually exclusive. In fact, the most ruthless, unkind people I know are also the most rigidly law following.
Coincidence?
--Evil B.
My subconscious is an efficient bastard, one dream could yield three apologies. Not terribly likely, as I don't plan on seeing any of those people again.
Thank goodness!
--Evil B.
--Kirk
--Kirk
there were more kinds of postings than you've ever seen!
They could be quite snarky, others quite deep
But from Dylan and Sarah, we ain't heard a recent peep!
And this goes double for the rest of you varmits out there: post dangit! Don't make me resort to bad poetry! Or the overuse of the exclamation point!
--Evil B.
I've been trying to take some weight off recently, with moderate success. Thanks to Kirk and his geekery for finding the "Eat Watch", it's weight tracking has been a big help. One of the key concepts this time around has been distinguishing between appetite and hunger. Hunger is internal, while appetite can be generated by external stimulus. Hunger can be demanding, but we rarely actually let it get past that point. Appetite can be overwhelming, and we frequently find ourselves reaching for food to sate what it engendered. This in itself is a weak paradox. We go towards the thing causing the pain on the basis that it holds the alleviation of that pain. Is this just our failure to recognize it as the source?
--Evil B.
My only concern is that I might be conditioning my child to belch just at the sight of me. This might prove socially awkward during her teenage years.
--Evil B.
Why I am a little loopy:
1. It's a bit after 4PM before a 4-day weekend.
2. Speaking of 4, that's about the time I was up to finishing that silly Sci-Fi idea generator.
3. I suspect I'll be eating a lot with when FoSO and FoSOSO come over to vist with EB and family, so I've trying to save calories for later, so I'm coasting on fumes. And gum.
--Kirk
"Rush Limbaugh was detained and questioned for transporting a possible illegal Viagra prescription into the country.
Well... a least we know his back is feeling better."
(from Mike Basinger in rec.humor.funny)
--Kirk
With all the time spent rushing about, its pleasant and calming to have a quiet meal with friends.
Thanks guys, you made our night,
--EB
PS. In one of those odd symetries of life, both Kirk and I have a YELAS. However, "EBELAS" sounds like a new strain of something icky, and KELAS would just add to the confusion. So note to EB relations who might read this board, all "YELAS" refers to Kirks ELAS, not mine.
--Evil B.
Moving right along:
Home early from work
Sleeping infant on my chest
Mommy sleeps nearby.
--Evil B.
Quoting Clint Eastwood in "Unforgiven", "I ain't like that no more." I don't feel terribly malevolent, ill-willed, or even irritable. I have a lovely, loving wife, a healthy baby girl, and a more wonderful extended family than I had given consideration. So two strikes against the name, I didn't renew my Evil license, and my family and friends treat me better than a "Bas***d" would deserve.
But I kinda like the initials e.b., and I would hate to make Kirk do all the work of changing it everywhere. Anyone have any good suggestions what eb could stand for in lieu of the old moniker?
--Evil B.
OK ... today was Dad's day and pretty special. Love getting woken up by the boys (wish it would have been a little later than 7:30). They got me a green Tilley hemp hat (tilley.com) which is great. Went to church, had a buy one get one free sub at Penn Station and steak for dinner. The only thing that would have been better is if the "hefty lefty" would have won the US Open. Oh well ... the day couldn't be totally perfect.
Butch ... don't know why but for some reason I thought of your dad and the picture of him doing the moose or elephant ears. Couldn't find the picture ... what a great funny guy.
--Beau
Unfortunately, Catherine has jaundice, which makes her very tired. She is currently undergoing light therapy, which involves covering the baby's eyes, strapping the little baby into a little tanning bed in a combo fitted sheet/nighty, and then turning on these really bright blue lights. Any time not spent feeding or cleaning is spent in light therapy. I sent Kirk the picture below to illustrate.
PS. The whole fainting thing almost did come to pass. After 14 hours of labor, Leslee hadn't reached the pushing phase. Her doctor advised that we consider an immediate C-section. Leslee asked for the consent form. My mind, which had already packed its bags, left. C-sections have received such bad press lately, and I had been consuming quite a bit of it. I felt faint at the decision, but then I did some simple math. I counted the number of doctors in the room,3, and nurses, 2. I figured an average of 16 years experience. That's 90 years of medical experience saying its time for Caeserian versus 9 months of indiscriminant reading saying "maybe not such a good thing". The math was simple, I kept my mouth shut on my concerns and focussed on Leslee.
It was quick, and Leslee was up and walking by the next day, albeit not comfortably. If you are giving birth,even if you would prefer natural, you are best off someplace that has the staff and equipment to make the decision and act quickly. Surgical speed and accuracy are the determining factors for recuperation time.
--Evil B.
Suddenly, husband fainting episodes don't seem that far fetched. A few dozen hours of this before getting to the hospital would do me no favors. Imagine getting to the hospital, totally exhausted and completely at your wit's end. She lets loose with a soul curdling scream of exhaustion and pain as she starts to push. The guy's brain does the only thing it can think of.... shut down. I am hoping this does not play out in real life for me.
Now I know why you sometimes hear a husband apologizing for getting his wife to go through with this. 'tain't for the faint o'heart.
--Evil B.
Here's the way it goes. If the wife spends the entire day in bed reading and sleeping, not too many contractions. If she goes out for dinner and walks around a bit afterwards, contractions.
So the question is, "Do I work from home on the basis that I might need to drive to the hospital right quick, or do I go into the office on the basis that it has been going like this with no change for the last few days?"
--Evil B.
Let me put in terms appropriate to the town and time of year for the non-pregnant. It feels like the bottom of the ninth inning of a tied Red Sox - Yankees game.
--Evil B.
WOOO HOOOO!
--Evil B.
I understand the last week is when you start to get seriously nervous. I have also been led to believe that its a relatively short bout of nervousness; especially when compared to the teenage years.
--Evil B.
There is relief! If he is playing video games with his ever lovin' mother (YELM), he doesn't swear at all. Not a peep. Barely even a "Jeeeeeeezzzzz" passed his lips.
Of course right after his mom left the room, the engine sputtered to life. A few fitful four letter forays into foulness escaped his mouth. But when he got loud enough that his mother could here him upstairs...... a simple "Kirrrrrrk" in a warning tone throttled the engine back to neutral. Even the next "Jeeeeezzzz" to pass his lips was muted.
Now I did not write this to put Kirk on the spot. To know Kirk is to have heard him swear at least once, so this is not a secret. I wrote this because I am in awe, with my impending parenthood, to be reminded that , "Mom is always Mom".
PS. Even if you are a 30+ year old urban hipster playing video games in your Mom's basement on Memorial day. :) (Yes, I know, I was there with my wife too. Pot, meet kettle, kettle, meet pot.)
--Evil B.
Rob also says his idea of spreading cheese from those litle cracker packs onto Pringles (both among the free snacks cupboard at work) was a bad idea.
--Kirk
so close but i'm stuck indoors
what price a career?
--FoSO
Sigh.
--Kirk
Thank goodness we have basement space, which is currently housing 15 plastic bins of books, clothing, athletic good as well as two baker's racks worth of junk. Not to mention the inordinate amount of periodicals, paperbacks, and old clothing I have thrown out or donated in the last few weeks.
The larger, more open rooms of the new place came with a price. And that price is measured in trips up and down the stairs.
Cheers!
--Evil B.
In April, we were held up by the gentlest hands. In May, we have been set right and on our way. Thank you all.
--Evil B.
okay, i'm sure that some people lug around far more personal electronics on a daily basis than my mindbashingly huge number of three but it still struck me as kinda odd that one of the reasons behind my bringing a messenger bag with me was to bring along each device's associated power supply as well.
--miller
My laptop trackpad responds well to my finger (obviously) but not to a marble pressed with equivalent force. Nor a small rubber ball (one w/ the blinking lights, a common bit of dotcom schwag). But it does move the pointer in response to an apple.
The theories we've come up for this empirical data are numerous. But now I have to resist the urge to rub various things on my laptop trackpad to see if the pointer moves.
--Kirk
but what a guy! what other person on the face of this planet would have the balls to stand mere feet from the leader of the free world and lambast his policies, his administration, his war, and his wife.
--FoSO
And what should I do to get more people to write sidebars?
I was thinking of an arbitrary limit for the sidebar: 3 or 4 sentences max... it might be a cool restriction to work against, or it might just lead to big ol' run-on sentences like these.
--Kirk
--Kirk
They removed the barriers blocking off that part of the lot, so now I'm tempted to duck out of work and drive my car into one of the spots, just to get that "completely fresh parking space" feeling.
--Kirk
--ErinMaru
That's kind of morbid. And there are so many Arlingtons around. I think "Menotomy" is a much better name.
--Kirk
So instead, I shall say that it's nearly Easter, and it's having pretty much no effect on me or anyone I know. The whole country stops for Xmas, Xian or not, but Easter seems to be something you have consciously to make your own celebration for. Thoughts, anyone?
--Catherine
www.bravotv.com/Real_Housewives/
It is so weird to have worked on something that is generating so much press/promotion!
--ErinMaru
Something I found out at my recent birthday dinner: my grandfather (Papa Sam) often used "NMI" for his middle name, an abbreviation for "no middle initial" assigned to him by the military during WW2.
--Kirk
--Kirk
--Beau
WHEN GADGETS GO WRONG, Or, I've reached a pathetic new low:
At home, I have a device (a promotional freebie) specifically for cutting open CD plastic-wrap without damaging the case. Since I buy so few CDs, I've used it perhaps twice, and to me it's a novel-enough gadget that I want to use it more. So I've got a new CD here and, though I really want to listen to it now, at work, and rip it to mp3s for my Creative Micro N200 player, I'm conflicted because I want to take it home to open the plastic.
--LAN3
Even if it came from "Odin's Day", it's still just wrong.
Someone else should write a sidebar.
--Kirk
--Kirk
HER COOKIES MAP
THAT'S WHAT MADE
POOR GINGER SNAP
BURMA SHAVE
That's from some road signs archived in the The Crawford Auto-Aviation Museum in Cleveland...where I learned the first electric traffic signal was in Cleveland, and I got to see it.
I wonder how many neurons I'm using up, carrying that text around in my head.
--Kirk
I have to say, Erin, have to respect the editing profession all the more now. . ..
--Mr. Lex
--ErinMaru
In my pockets:
- cellphone
- palm
- digital camera
- wallet
- sunglasses
- extra camera battery
- camera battery charger
Tufts-branded USB thumbstick - Cheap "MuVo" MP3 player / USBthumbdrive
- USB cellphone charger
- headset for cellphone
- charger/datacable for palm
small wireless router - wireless mouse
- a few extra adapterplugs for usb cellphone charger
- laptop/power adapter
- network cable
- work ID/doorthing
- 2 checkbooks
- nailclippers
- soveneir sears tower coin
- business cards
- misc cards, mostly store related
- way way way old giftcertificate to levi's store
- graphpaper
- book
- penbag
Yeesh!
--Kirk
The fiancee and I applied for an apartment we think we love over the weekend in Chicago. Not only is it a couple blocks away from Wrigley Field and Lake Michigan, but it's also a couple blocks from the Salvation Army's College for Officer Training.
--Mr. Lex
Holy Christing Bleep!
This DP World purchase thing is generating more hysteria than that time Dan Quayle set all those dogs and children on fire. The thing that bothers me most about the whole mishegas is that nobody is reporting it correctly in their headlines. Even NPR, who usually throttle the panic-making headlines has been doing it. They say, not in so many words, "terrorist company to take over US ports", then maybe, if you're lucky, they mention that there are tenuous links between the 9/11 hijackers and the country of Dubai, and they will only control a single terminal at each port. Also they are not in charge of security.
So that's the first problem. Beyond that we have what straight up racism behind it all. Every story I have heard so far has posited implicitly that "some arabs are terrorists, therefore all arabs are terrorists." They even go so far as saying the the governments of those arabs are also terrorists. And as soon as they start running a terminal in a US port, they will bring in thousands of pounds of plutonium and anthrax and OMGWTFBBQ!
At the same time they point out that Dubai is an ally in the war on terror. Well which is it? Either they need to be referred to the UN Security Council, or they can run terminals in US ports.
--Mr.Ibis
--ErinMaru
--ErinMaru
--ErinMaru
And the techies of Santa Monica are pretty hot too. ;-)
How's Boston??
--ErinMaru
"Don't get depressed about not being whre you want to be. This nagging feeling of anxiety is actually called ambition. Ambition is your friend."
--ErinMaru</