Saturday, July 31, 2004

Nomar a Cub?

It's true. Just came down- as in, it was just announced on TV not more than 20 minutes ago- Nomar Garciaparra will be wearing Cubbie blue.

Of course, if you could give a rat's ass about baseball, this is not thrilling news. For me, well, I just know that it means that my Boston friends will have to visit me to see their beloved Nomar.

My apologies to them, but you will always have my couch to sleep on- the shortest driving distance from my house to Wrigley Field- 1.42 miles.

Flexing my nerd muscle...

Through a post in All Things Jen(nifer), you, too can take a World Geography Quiz. See how you stack up against my numbers:

Africa 85/147
Asia 76/84
Australia 21/24
Canada 29/39
Caribbean 33/72
Central America 41/42
Europe 91/111
Oceans & Continents 33/33
Middle East 75/87
South America 37/39
USA 150/150

Overall 671/828

So, I get a B- for my geography knowledge(81.04%). Not bad for a guy who hasn't taken a geography class since 1992.

I await y'all's results in the comments. Go forth and make me feel dumb!

An improvement over last Friday.

I did pretty much the exact same thing I did last night as the previous Friday night, save for the fact that I didn't fall asleep on the couch during the movie. I did, however, manage to sleep past sunrise, something I'm very proud of. Of course, it's so cloudy its hard to tell that the sun is up at all.

More later- I'm so hungry I have to go find breakfast. I wish I had gone grocery shopping this week. I'm starved for hash browns.

Friday, July 30, 2004


Mostly because of my computer problems, but also because of other people's computer problems.

Let's suffice it to say that I'm really going to need this weekend off. Thankfully, I have it off.

Drinks will commence rather quickly after work. Anyone in Chicago got a suggestion/favorite/idea?

On a lighter note...

I installed a stat tracker on the good ol' blog, and I've been having a great time learning about who comes here, and how they get here. My favorite thus far is that I am the 9th ranked link for MS symptoms masturbation adrenaline on Google. How, I don't know, but it's still interesting to me that someone would a) search for that and b) find me through it.

It's fun to a geek like me, you know.

Back to browsing your stats.......

shudder, shudder.

I wandered into the wrong part of the internet this morning.

Although I only went through a couple minutes of this, it was enough.

shudder, shudder.

Thursday, July 29, 2004

Staying in.

I am too damn tired from this week to even consider not being in my house right now, and I'm happy to report that I haven't left the couch much since the 6 o'clock Simpsons was on. Perhaps the omen of me having a line from my favorite episode stuck in my head was odd, but my absolute favorite episode was on tonight, so I sat on the couch and ate some sandwiches and laughed uncontrollably for 30 minutes. I was so happy, I didn't bother to do anything else tonight. No laundry. No dishes. No sanding and second coat on the new bookshelves.

Honestly, the only reason I really got up is because I had promised Erin Go Blog that I would e-mail her a list of songs for her birthday compellation. I didn't make a comprehensive list of songs, but pulled, as I put it, a Rob Gordon and told her I'd just make her a CD.

For now, however, I believe I am going to bed, because I am far too tired for my own good, and I don't even feel like I've done anything to merit my exhaustion.

Who said history was boring?

Not me.

Definitely not after I found this article this morning, about a Wari Empire brewery that's at least a thousand years old. Turns out some botanists from the Field Museum are looking to reproduce the chicha- and I want a taste.

Speaking about alcoholic beverages, last night was a minor "guys night out" with my roommate and two of our married friends. We supped at my favorite Irish pub, enjoyed a few cold ones, and then headed up the street for a nightcap(it's odd, and perhaps a function of age, that a "nightcap" becomes the drink you have at 8:45) at one of my old stand-bys, Ten Cat. Then the weird thing happened. I guess it's not really weird, but it was weird that my comrades noticed this before I did(could have been the Magner's), but as we were walking home, there was a young woman, maybe about 18 or 19(I can't tell age anymore, I'm just guessing), who was not only checking me out, but staring at me as we walked by.

It's good to know that whatever 'it' is, I apparently still have a part of it. Good for me.

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

I so know what I'm doing tonight.

Pat(frequent poster and old friend) sends me the greatest little snippets of the internet. Today was no different. Tonight, after physical therapy(read: torture of the knee) and dinner with friends(read: needing a drink after torture of the knee) I shall be sitting down to this game, and playing until I fall asleep(around about 9:30, the way I feel today).

Sorry for all the parenthetical notes(it's a habit).


I think that's what we really need. Last night, the Chicago Outdoor Film Festival showed Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, a movie I probably haven't seen since junior high school. What's on the other side of this? Fahrenheit 9/11. I used to tell people that they should see F9/11 because it has important things that people should hear about in it. I know you'll get hit over the head with Moore's politics and philosophy, but there's still messages in there that people need to hear.

What I'm going to recommend in the future is that people first rent Mr. Smith Goes to Washington before going to see F9/11. Why? Because Mr. Smith came out in 1939- 1939! And it's all about corruption in the government- how the "good ol' boys" put their personal interests before their public's interests. Given, you're not beat over the head with politics a la Michael Moore, but it is bi-partisan in the way that never is there a mention of what party is what, and who is a member of which party. Moore makes a feeble attempt at this, but spends so much time with his anti-Bush footage that it seems like almost an afterthought. Mr. Smith is fiction, I realize, but take a look at what was happening in 1938 and 1939. It was a vastly more innocent world, and the movie was "denounced by Washington insiders" because it showed the system as a broken-down, corrupt puppet.

I'm not sure if I've made sence here(I started writing this more than an hour ago, and have been repeatedly interrupted), but what I'm trying to say is if you're going to see F9/11, check out this movie first. I think it will help you appreciate the message Moore has muddled down by sledgehammering his point across: the government is corrupt because absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

You should stop now, before you hurt yourself.

I took a call a bit ago, which isn't a surprise. What was a surprise was the fact that the customer was still dialing- a sure sign that I should have hung up right away, but then it's not nearly as funny of a story to recant to you, my readers. So, after yelling into the phone twice to stop dialing, he finally did, and gets on the phone, only to indicate to me that he not only shouldn't be using a cell phone, but that he shouldn't be placing orders online. There's a fine line between pushing the wrong button on your cell phone and accidentally selling contracts instead of buying them, and losing money in the interim.

This guy scared me.

You've got to be kidding...

The kind folks who own the rights to "This Land is Your Land" are trying to bring legal action against the guys who made the hilarious Bush/Kerry parody of that song(I managed to see it a couple days before it hit the mainstream, but was too busy laughing my ass off to post the link). My favorite part of the article comes at the very end, when there's an example of how the song would go with the two opposing sides of the lawsuit were singing:
TRO: "You've hurt our music!"

Jibjab: "You've got no humor!"

Both: "This judge will surely side with me!"

Too good.

Monday, July 26, 2004

Wasting my brains.

After our busy morning, we've settled down into a nice lullful afternoon, plagued with the random idiot callers. There have been a lot lately.

Thankfully, the website is fixed, so those calls have stopped.

Now, I'm just antsy to get out of here so I can go home, do laundry, and stain my new bookshelf.

Busy damn morning.

We've got a guy out sick(he sent me a text message at 5:45, as I was in the shower), and marketing went through and changed the format of our website again, and neglected to include a vital link(read: calls a-plenty!).

Finally, I'm getting a couple minutes to not be on the phone. Glory be.

Time for some recreational web surfing(read: game on!).

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Everybody makes fun of the pupli kids.

J and I made a trek to the Chicagoland area's IKEA this morning, and, some $168 later, I am the proud owner of new DVD racks, new shower curtain and liner, doormats, and a new bookshelf. I even went to the hardware store and got myself a poly & stain mixture so I can make my bookshelves all dark and pretty. I feel so domestic.

Saturday, July 24, 2004

This could get uglier by the second, but

In case you haven't been following the comments war over at The Redhead's blog, you should consider reading the comments on the following posts:

Jenna Bush's tongue

Living in fear

Hoo baby

Feel free to let me know what you think. I'm interested in hearing it.

Morning has broken...

I had an early night last night, by design. I was tired. I needed to try to get some sleep, so I set a goal to sleep past 7. I almost made it, waking from a wonderful dream at 6:20.

The dream was one of my own creation. I loved it. I was biking somewhere out east(I have been watching a lot of the Tour de France, and wishing I could be on my bike, not to mention that it was PERFECT riding weather yesterday). There was some kind of formal function afterwards where I was all tuxed-up, and my best friend and I gave a ride home to a wondefully beautiful woman. She said she was half Arabian, half Columbian with light brown eyes and blonde-highlighted curly brown hair. I was instantly smitten. For those of you who were expecting nasty details, I'm sorry. We only made out, but it was wonderful. She went home, I went to my hotel room, which was a cabin right across the street from her. In the morning we kissed again, and made plans to meet again, exchanging e-mails(dammit if I could remember her address!). My best friend and I drove back to Chicago, where we saw a helicopter fall off a hospital's roof and crash on the ground.

A strange ending for a wonderful dream.

Friday, July 23, 2004

Thoughts upon thoughts upon thoughts...

This is potentially going to be an extremely long post. I apologize.

I've been reading Fates Worse Than Death, a collection of Kurt Vonnegut's speeches and other random writings set in a autobiographical setting. In chapter 14, he spends some time talking about Alcoholics Anonymous and about how a worse addiction in the world today is those who are addicted to preparing for war(note, this book was written in the early 90's). He talks about how dangerous it is to have an addict like this, or any addict, for that matter, in public offices and wielding power. I would ask him to consider the following:

Although people who obsessively prepare for war are constantly promoting death and destruction, it is important to recognize that there are those who are obsessed with a more dangerous liquor called money. These are the people I watch out for, the ones who exploit the environment and other people so they can make more money. These are the ones to be afraid of, because they don't have a war where their orgasmic release of arms-building is rewarded. They keep going, keep screwing people over, keep drilling for oil in national parks, and keep destroying the rainforests. The only end for them is when those resources are gone, then they head on to a new resource, and the cycle starts over again. All this, friends and neighbors, so they have achieve the high they get from having another dollar in their bank account.

Mind you, this sounds like an attack on the capitalist system, and in a way it is. I don't disagree with the capitalistic system, but like all things, it shouldn't run unchecked. Moderation is the key to life- it's ok if you drink, just don't go to far. It's ok to make money, just don't go too far with it. That's why I have a hard time stomaching any form of extremism, up to and including a two party system. Life can't, nay, shouldn't be constricted to polar opposites, despite my mantra of "life's too short to make things complicated" I have to admit that you can't oversimplify things that far. It just doesn't work.

Perhaps I am being biased, and trying to promote my views on other people. This is probably true. My response, well, it's my blog, and I'll type what I want to type. These are my views, and if you don't agree with them, that's fine. I would only ask that you try to see things objectively, which is again, promoting my own personal views, which, as a red-blooded American, I have full right to do.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Why I love the BBC.

Beecause they put up votes like this, and they're fun. It took me a minute to decide, but I'm pretty sure you all know who I voted for.

No rest for the wicked.

I am stupid sometimes, and I do stupid things.

Last night, I was meeting up with a couple cycling friends to watch the time trails(although I already knew the results), and to pick up J's bike from my friend T, who has been nice enough to house both our bikes since I hurt my knee. Sadly, I decided to have a Guinness. This led to, well, more and more, as we were waiting for the race to run. Finally, after all was said and done, I didn't get to bed until 12- which doesn't seem that bad, but I woke up this morning at 4:45.

This has the effect of destroying all corners of my consciousness.

More later, once I get my head on straight(er).

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Finally back!

Proving that you can't keep a good server down, we're back in business.

I added Wonkette to my blogroll, mostly because of this wonderful endorsement from Savage Love:
If they not only amend the U.S. Constitution to ban gay marriage, Dan, but also put language in there forcing gay guys to marry women, who would get to be the lucky Mrs. Savage?
Just Curious

Wonkette, of course, as she's the only woman I know who likes to talk about ass-fucking as much as I do ( If Wonkette won't have me, then I'd pop the question to Mary Cheney, Vice-President Dick Cheney's lesbo daughter. Mary worked for the Bush/Cheney campaign in 2000, doing outreach to gay and lesbian voters—effective outreach, apparently, as almost 25 percent of them went for Bush. (You dumbfucks!) Mary is working for her dad again this year, in spite of the fact that her dad and her dad's boss want to write anti-gay bigotry into the U.S. Constitution. As Mary's husband, I would do all I could to make her absolutely miserable. I wouldn't beat her (I reserve that for people I like), but I would pee on the toilet seat every morning, fart under the covers every night, and remind her at every opportunity that she's the most despised American lesbian since Mamie Eisenhower.

That, and I've been reading her for a while, seemed like the right thing to do.

Yet another example of Wacko Jacko.

I'm mad about this, but can't really put it into words. Perhaps this exerpt will help me focus:
Michael Jackson (news) wants "a celebrity exception to the First Amendment" which will keep much of his child molestation case secret, a media lawyer argued in a motion filed Tuesday.

Theodore Boutrous Jr., answering a defense motion defending secrecy and deriding press coverage, accused Jackson's lawyers of engaging in a "misguided tirade" against the press while displaying "insensitivity to basic First Amendment values."

Boutrous challenged Jackson's claim that he wants the same rights as other defendants.

"What he is really seeking is a blanket celebrity exception to the First Amendment that would turn the notion of public access upside down," said Boutrous, who represents a coalition of news organizations including The Associated Press.

Oh yeah. That's right. #1- don't do the crime, if you can't do the time. #2- all people are created equal in the sight of the law, supposedly. Do you really think that if I were a child molester, that I would be able to suppress the details of my charges from the media? No. And I shouldn't be able to, because no one else can.

Enough on that.

There is good news from yesterday.

It was just hidden by the bad news:

My little brother has resigned his full-time job at soulless company that stole my youth. He is finally following his passion, by becoming the small-town lawyer in the Twin Cities- he's going to open his own practice, for now, home office, soon, with offices. There's a part of me that hopes that his wife, who takes the bar next week, passes right away and works with him for a while. That would be nice.

And something I've neglected to mention, my friend T was on Chicago Tonight Monday, promoting his new book, The Golden Age of Chicago Children's Television. I had no idea he was on until a friend of mine called me and let me know. I managed to tape the rebroadcast. He was funny, as always.

Lastly, in my good news morning, a little bit of fun- a hieroglyph translator. This is phallic looking thing, eagle, snake, feather, signing off.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

The mantra needs to be adopted again.

As I was doing all the research over my blog to find all the links for my previous entry, I was wondering where I hid this one, which is the one I needed to read the most, and should probably read each and every day, so I stop straying away from it.

There is no title.

My friend A and I were talking yesterday as she was moving her address book from one e-mail account to another. Seems a silly thing, until she said "I just deleted my dad's e-mail from my addressbook." Her father died in February 2003, chronologically third in the now lengthening list of people, either friends, idols, or relatives of friends, who have recently passed.

I left my cell phone at home today. Not by choice, mind you, because I was in a hurry to get to work, and simply forgot to pick it up. This is an important lesson at an unfortunate point in my life- stop and smell the roses, because you don't know when you'll be able to smell them again. My good friend D lost his father yesterday. There's nothing I can write about it that I haven't already written. There were the four before I started blogging: my friend K, Joe Strummer, A's father D, S's mother S. The ones after I started blogging, Herb Brooks, the week of hell, where I didn't blog much about it, but was devastated by the deaths of Warren Zevon, my dad's best friend J, Johnny Cash, and my friend N. Finally, my great-grandmother, M.

And now today, one more.

Rest in peace, each of you.

Fifty things you'll hate about me.

Here it is, complied, long-winded, but all 50 questions answered. Try to make it through. There's some interesting stuff about me in there. At least, I hope there is.

1. What is your name spelled backwards? evad

2. Updated: Where were your parents born? Me and mom born in Sterling, IL, Dad in Morrison, IL.

3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? A video of the opening sequence of the Facts of Life.

4. What's your favorite restaurant? Depends on the food I want, really. There’s not one overall favorite.

5. Last time you swam in a pool? At a hotel in Coeur d’Alene, ID, as we were moving my brother to Seattle, 2001.

6. Have you ever been in a school play? I was a tree in the 2nd grade, then I has several roles in a revue of Aztec culture in the 8th grade.

7. How many kids do you want? One, for sure, two, to make sure I get it right, three just in case the mood strikes.

8. Type of music you dislike most? Top 40

9. Are you registered to vote? Yes

10. Do you have a car? No

11. Have you ever ridden on a moped? A Vespa, yes, moped, no.

12. Ever prank call anybody? When I was 12 or so, a couple times. Not since then.

13. Ever get a parking ticket? I’ve had a few.

14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? I’d try sky diving.

15. Furthest places you ever traveled? Seattle, LA, NYC, Florida, the usual.

16. Do you have a garden? I have the blackest green thumb in the world. The only time I’ve been able to grow anything was playing SimFarm.

17. What's the size of your bed? Full or Queen- I forget.

18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? Yes, and most of the Canadian as well.

19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? Shower. Morning. I do not function well without it.

20. Best movie you've seen in the past 4 months? Fahrenheit 9/11 or Triplets of Belleville. I can’t decide.

21. What's the next movie you want to see? I, Robot, my friend's vintage clothing store's logo is in it.

22. Chips or popcorn? Both.

23. Have you ever broken any hearts? Depends on who you talk to, but I’ll say yes.

24. Premarital sex? See “life rating” post. Figure it out from there.

25. Are you a good cook? I make some kickass Mexican food and am a pro on the grill, but lack on a lot of other things. I am a work in progress.

26. Orange or Apple juice? If it’s real, apple juice.

27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine?Ginger’s Ale House with my best friend.

28. Favorite type of drink? Guinness or single-malt scotch.

29. Best thing in the world. I’ll let you know when I find it.

30. Have you ever broken a bone? 3 fingers, 1 toe, nose twice, collarbone.

31. Have you ever won a trophy? Best improved performance for my roles in the play The Believers, 8th grade.

32. What is your favorite board game? Trivial Pursuit or Tripoley

33. What is your dream car? A DeLorean with a Flux Capacitor.

34. Ever order an article from an infomercial? Hell no.

35. Coke or Pepsi? I don’t do the caffeine, but I’ve had both. I don’t really favor one or the other.

36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? For the 6 days I worked at McDonalds.

37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy? Condoms.

38. Who are you going to marry? Hopefully my soul mate.

39. Who would you like to meet? Johnny Cash, John Lennon, Herb Brooks, Mark Sandman.

40. Do you believe in love at first sight? When I least expect it.

41. What features do you find most attractive in the opposite sex? Eyes and brains. It’s all about eyes and brains. I’m also a sucker for redheads.

42. Where would you go for a romantic evening? Home, or perhaps a nice cozy restaurant.

43. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 3 pair tennis shoes, 2 pair of steel-toe boots, 2 pair sandals, 2 pair dress shoes, 2 pair Chuck Taylors, 1 pair Doc Martens.

44. Last song stuck in your head? In trying to determine this, I’ve gotten 6 more stuck in there. Most recently: The Belleville Revue from Triplets of Belleville.

45. Any pets? A cat named Mia, and my roommate.

46.What's your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character? The Blues Brothers. However, I am madly in love with Tina Fey right now.

47. What is one thing you would like to learn to do? Speak Portuguese.

48. What do you do when you are bored? Putter around the apartment, learn languages.

49. What one thing would you want someone to appreciate about you? My very, very, very strange sense of humor.

50. What is one thing you are grateful for today? Painkillers and knee braces.

Compiling a list...

Recently, Erin-Go-Blog has started the 100 things about me, 20 at a time(installment 1, installment 2), list. Also, my friend T displayed a 50-item list of questions designed to help you know her better on her MySpace account.

I'm working on answering those 50 questions. I'll probably steal Erin's idea of listing them in parts, but I might just go crazy and do them all at once. We'll see.

Also, I've finally gotten around to posting some of those photos from my July 4 weekend. They're here. And, because there's a bunch of cool stuff in there, here's some other links for my pictures.

There are maybe 3 people surprised by this...

My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?

Thanks to All Things Jen(nifer) for the link.

Monday, July 19, 2004

This tiiiiiiiayayayayayayayme!!!!!!!

I don't know how it crawled in here, but the song Patience by Guns N' Roses has been throughly stuck in my head for the last 45 minutes. This is funny, because that song was me and my first love's song, way way way back in the winter of 1988. Here I am, almost 16 years later, reliving all those bad memories of the breakup and laughing at the fact that in the last 15 years since we broke up- which, now that I think about it, happened almost exactly 15 years ago, that would explain it- we've exchanged maybe 4 words. I see from her profile on that she is married with one kid, living in North Dakota and owns a SUV. I hope she's happy.
Careful now, here comes a strange tangent:
The other major anniversary I'll be celebrating this week is the beginning of my employment, July 23, 1989. That's the day I started working for the soulless company who stole my youth. If memory serves, I got the job about 10 days after the heartbreaking breakup- and boy did I need it. So, on Friday night, I say we go out and celebrate my 15 years of employment with multiple beers. for some reason, I foresee a trip to a karaoke bar for a heartwarming rendition of Take this Job and Shove It. Anyone in Chicago is more than welcome to accompany me- just drop a comment and I'll e-mail you.
And, fortunately for me, I now have a wonderful Johnny Paycheck song in my head.

Ah, Monday.

My Sunday was full of sitting around- laziness and hangovers made for a slow, slow day. I needed it. I calculated that I finally had no plans for the first time in almost a month- and I loved it.
Saturday afternoon, my friend A called me and asked if I wanted to go to a barbeque hosted by an old Tower friend, so I got to party with the old co-workers who all wanted to know what was up with my knee. By the end of the night, I had the story down to a simple, quick, ask me no more questions system. It was fun, especially since I had seen another old co-worker(not one that I want to see) working at Border's after my PT appointment on Friday. We spent the evening telling stories about him, and then got to talking about our friend N, who died in August of last year. It was rather eerie and amusing that each of us(there were about 5 total) had a "reminder" of him in the last week or so.
I also met a girl at the barbeque, but realized that she's too young for me(age isn't just a number when you're 9 years apart) and lost interest quickly. It's for the best. Trust me.
Last night, Team Schlitzkreig won pub quiz. We didn't just win, we kicked some serious ass, leading from round 1 on- we finished some 14 points ahead of the second place team. It as a good feeling. Oddly, we won it in the first round, which was a Tour de France round- turns out we're the only ones who know anything about cycling.
That's all for now.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Rakes, my old arch nemesis.

I had just written this rather long post about waking up too early and how my physical therapist beat the shit out of my knee yesterday. Then, it disappeared. Thanks, undoubtedly, to, well, fate. I was commenting about how I was being transformed into either The Terminator or Darth Vader, when one of the sites I was linking to decided to crash, and that just dominoed.
I wasn't happy.
So, my therapist gave me another brace, this one's for my ankle, which is swelling from the injury to my knee. My guess is the fluid released in my knee has nowhere to go, thanks to the relatively tight kneebrace, so it follows gravity, and boom, swollen ankle.
We'll just have to see.

Friday, July 16, 2004

Pat kicks ass.

Not only did he apparently solve the rank mystery from yesterday, he also sent me this link via e-mail a bit ago, which I've been laughing my ass off at for quite some time.
The website he forwarded to me to solve the rank mystery is a link from The Naval Historical Center, which, if you do some digging, has a link for a ship possibly named after an ancestor of mine. Again, I don't know much about my grandfather's family- and it's damn hard to get it, but how cool would that be?
I know, I know. I'm a geek. I like history.

One thing is certain: I know nothing about children's movies.

My friend T sent me this link on my MySpace account last night. I've been going through the quizzes for the last, oh, 90 minutes or so. They're so damn hard. I'm loving each and every moment, believing myself to be quite the movie buff(apparently not so much), but have only managed a best score of 5 out of 8, on quizzes 171 and 158. I usually get 3 or 4, but just can't break through.
I've also noticed my instincts tend to be correct, but I haven't been jumping on responding. I should work on that.
Give 'em a try.

Professor Emeritus?

I need, require, have to, gimme-gimme find a job like this. Teaching is a dominant gene in my family- my dad, brother, great-aunt, great-grandmother. If you go back through that family's history, it becomes more and more prevalent. I'm pretty sure I could teach a class about the Simpsons, amongst other things. I wonder if there's a Chicago school who's looking for a teacher of Simpsons knowledge. I would so kick ass.
In other news, has added all kinds of bells and whistles to the composition screen. I'm starting to go a little crazy with it, because there's just too much. Although it is easier to do fun things, like add a picture:
Or, maybe not. I'll try it again later, once I figure out exactly what's going on. We can change fonts now, too, even change the sizes. I could have a little too much fun.

A bevy of things...

...that I picked up from All Things Jen(nifer): 
First off, a really, really hard trivia test and my results. I managed a 56, and I think I'm pretty damn smart, especially when it comes to trivia.
She's also got a wonderful entry called "27 more things about me." I think I might copy it, share some insights into the Dave. 

Second off, a fun test, an my results:
Your CD collection is almost as big as your ego,
and you can most likely play an instrument or
three. You're a real hit at parties, but you're
SO above karaoke.What people love: You're instant entertainment.
Unless you play the obo.What people hate: Your tendency to sing louder than
the radio and compare everything to a freaking

What Kind of Elitist Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla"">

More later.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Tech Support, This is Dave. How can I piss you off today?

I have to share this, because it's too funny.

Customer: Can I place cross-market spead orders in Lind Express?
Me: I don't know. That would be a question to ask a trader. Technical support doesn't answer trade questions.
Customer: Well, it is a techinical question.
Me: No, sir, that is a trade question. Tech support answers questions about technology, about the program, not about trading.
Customer: Well, if you're not sure, can you find out?
Me: Let me put you on hold.
[confer with my fellow computer specialists]
Me: Sir? You can place cross-market spreads, however only certain markets accept them. You'd have to ask a broker or your trade desk to find out which ones.
Customer: What do you mean certain markets? Like only the CME?
Me: Only certain commodities. Like I said, you'll have to ask your broker or trade desk to get this question answered.
Customer: Well, I don't think you know what you're talking about.

No shit, asshat. I told you that.

You're not going to believe this, but he just called back, after getting transferred around.

Me: Tech Support, this is Dave.
Customer: Yeah, I want to speak with somebody other than Dave.
Me: Okay.
Customer: Is Pete there?
Me: No.
Customer: I need to speak with someone other than Dave.
Me: Fine. [writes down phone number]

Vengeance will be mine.

Laughing my ass off.

From the Onion's Opinion page:

Donald Stiles
Tax Examiner

"Like it or not, the time to stop this is right now, before we're forced to restore the Soviet Union and beat them at hockey again."
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Stream of consciousness.

I am often perplexed by how my mind goes from point a to point b(ad nauseam). Today I pulled a weird one.

After my previous post, I started mulling around the Vietnam War Memorial Page, reading up on the men and women who are listed on the wall. It occured to me that I should be able to find something similar about my grandfather. He's not terrible popular in my family- he was a horrible drunk who was divorced from my grandmother when my father was 5. There's next to no talk about him, and when I asked my grandmother a couple years ago what year he was born, she didn't remember. I know next to nothing about him- my father doesn't even talk about him, except when pushed, and he generally ends the conversation fairly quickly. Essentially, I only have a name. Today, I decided to see what I could find out about him. I know where he is buried- my brother went there before he moved back from Seattle- so I looked that up online. Turns out my grandfather was in the Navy(I'm guessing during World War II). His rank is listed as being SC2- something I've been trying to figure out what exactly that means. Near as I can guess, it's either Senior Chief Petty Officer or Petty Officer Second Class. I'm guessing he was non-commissioned. Does anyone out there know anything about Navy ranks? I'm getting a headache reading up on this stuff, and you can't request records, even of deceased personnel, except in writing, and really just want to figure this little bit out.

Anyone got an idea? You know where the comments link is... Right here.

Pokes, prods, and electrical stimulation, plus jigs and reels.

Yesterday's physical therapy appointment went pretty much the way you would have expected it. We talked, we made me walk, balance and all kinds of nasty things to do to a weak knee with a penchant for evil. After being measured, checked, and compared, we did some exercises, and then my favorite part, the electro-stimulation, with ice bags on both my knee and ankle, which is swelling from the injury as well. At least, that's why I hope it's swelling.

My therapist is nice, though, which is a plus. She's getting married next week, so I'll see her Friday, then someone else for two weeks, then her again for a week. Thankfully, I'm only there 2 days a week, so I won't go nuts having to walk(hobble) from the el every other day.

Last night I went to see Anna Fermin's Trigger Gospel, a local country-folk-pop band with one of the best singers I've met at an event in my neighborhood, only to find out that she's having a baby, and had to cancel. Instead, we watched Anne Harris and her band. They were pretty good, energetic, playing Americana music fused with multiple rock and world influences and finished off with a lovely song about the Vietnam War Memorial. I'm pondering going to their show on Friday at Martyr's, but I'm not sure I want to see the same band twice in a week. We'll see.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Getting a little anxious.

Always, the first time I'm going to see a doctor or other medical professional, I get a little anxious. So, here I am, feeling anxious about my physical therapy. I think I'm just having flashbacks to being 19 and starting the whole fiasco up.

It's been a week full of clingy callers. I'm annoyed. But happy that I'm leaving now.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts!

This is going to be a rather disjointed and long-winded entry today. I've got a few things on my mind.

Thing #1:
ESPN's Page 2 has put out a list of the 15 Most Tortured Sports Cities, with Cleveland topping the list. Three of the top six cities are the three most important cities to me, those being Chicago, Boston and Minneapolis(the whole Twin Cities, actually). I read through all three cities, and had some laughs, choked back some tears, and finally, read this:
1. Losing the North Stars to Dallas, 1993
Minnesota fans love their hockey. So it was especially distressing when Norm Green announced on March 10, 1993 that he was moving the North Stars to Dallas. The following month, the North Stars played their final game in Minnesota, on April 13 against the Blackhawks. They needed a win to possibly get the last seed in the playoffs -- but they lost, 3-2. Extra security was hired for that final game at the Met Center -- there were a lot of very angry fan, chanting some very vulgar things about Norm Green. Six years later, the Stars finally won their first Stanley Cup. Minnesota fans did get a new NHL team, the Wild, which began play in 2000.

What they failed to encapsulate(let's face it, it is only a paragraph long) is that from March 10th until that last game(please note that I still have that game on tape), there was extra security at almost every game. How do I know? I was one of those people. I went hoarse changing 'Norm Green Sucks!' and 'Fuck You Norm!', as was the style at the time. It wasn't a distressing event, more of a criminal, manic, idiotic thing to do. I remember seeing factoids about how he was actually going to pay more rent for the stadium and receive less of a cut from concession sales. Am I still bitter? Yes. It is a life goal of mine to own a sweater for every team other than the Dallas Stars, for wearing when I happen to catch one of their games. It should also be noted that I was one of the people there when the Wild first played the Stars, when the Wild won 6-0. And, please, Chicagoland and the world, let the Bartman thing go- I'm sick of hearing about it.

Thing #2:
Big props and thanks go out to Reagan's Youth- for not only blogrolling me, but adding the tagline Chicago's Finest. I owe you a drink or two.

Thing #3:
My friend A and I had a couple drinks together last night- we hadn't see each other in a while, so it was nice to catch up. We got into a rather heated discussion about Fahrenheit 9/11- she said she felt manipulated after she left, and wanted the film to be more objective. I argued that it didn't have to be objective, because it wasn't supposed to be objective. While she is right that we were beaten over the head with Michael Moore's politics, I don't think we should have expected anything less.

Thoughts, of course, can be shared below.

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

My cat is a conscientious objector.

My cat would never receive a military rank. She's too much of a wimp, anyways. Ok. She's not really a wimp, but she is skittish as all get out.

I was thinking, after I read the article, how does a cat adjust to civilian life after his or her tour of duty?

This reminds me, for some reason, of the cat from Trekkies whose owners dressed him up as Dr. McCoy and called him "Bones."

I wonder if they take requests...

There's this company making t-shirts with nasty, provocative messages in braille. Apparently, if the person you're trying to flirt with doesn't read braille, you can flip up the bottom and let them know what it says. I think I'd like mine to say "Once you've had a bald man, you'll never go back!"

Now tell me what yours would say.

My new arch-nemesis.

He's this guy that's called here at least 4 times today who apparently needs help peeing. He may be beyond help. He certainly does try my patience. I will say that much.

I just didn't want to start my work week with this guy.



Well, at least I'm out of the house. Being back at work isn't all that and a bag of chips, I will say. I don't think I would have lasted at home another day. I was too bored.

Odd, that a guy with as many toys as I have could be bored. I should look into this.

Monday, July 12, 2004

Official Results

In the spirit of the upcoming olympic games, I decided that was a funny title. Not to mention that yesterday I was so bored that I was actually watching olympic tryouts. Once, way, way back in the day, I was offered an opportunity to try out. I declined. I was too far out of practice and my knees were getting really bad, as was the style at the time.


We took 4 x-rays of my knee and did a little poking and prodding. The diagnosis is as stands, dislocated knee cap. Fortunately, nothing was broken(this is the good-news portion of this entry, FYI), and there's no sign that arthritis has moved into my knee. I'll have 3 or 4 weeks of therapy coming up to get my knee back into fighting shape. (here's the bad news portion of the entry) Sadly, I was told that the operation I had on my knee some 11 years ago has failed. This is not a surprise, it was expected, but I wanted to come to that on my own terms, not be told right out, after having my knee checked out for something else.

My options are to try more therapy, something we tried 12 years ago, to see if we can get my knee back. Otherwise, I'm going to the surgeons for my options. There is one surgery that involves moving my tibia over. This is most likely what's going to happen. I don't know. We'll see what happens in 4 weeks.

In the meantime, don't worry about me. I actually am ok.

Thanks for the well-wishes, though. It does help.

Hooray for the Orthopod!

At 1pm today I'm having my knee looked at by the same doctor who took care of me on Sunday morning. I'm guessing that I'll have my knee immobilized for a week or so, but other than that, I'm bored off my ass and really want to get out of the house! I've been here since 6am yesterday, and have barely left the sofa. I own a lot of DVDs, but I need more! More, more, more!

My caretaker and friend J rented the Triplets of Belleville. It was a fun movie, with really good music(I'm clearly going through another nostalgia phase right now) I enjoyed the sparse dialoge and really enjoyed the visuals- it was highly fun.

Anyways, that's my 3-second review. I'm just too excited to get my knee looked at!

Sunday, July 11, 2004

The LATE Ride and other things going pop in the night.

Last night's LATE Ride was a complete disaster. Our route, which was designed to be fun, made me miserable. Given, I might have been spoiled by the MS Ride. For the MS ride, we had about 1500 cyclists who started the course or rural highways in about 10 minute intervals. For the LATE ride, we had almost 10,000 cyclists leaving in waves of 2,000, crowding the streets of Chicago. Here's what it really boils down to: I paid $41.15 to bike a course that I could bike on any other day of the week, with the added reality of dodging traffic and people, just like I would on any other day. It was dangerous. It was unprotected. The requirements for participating include wearing a helmet at all times and riding with a headlight, but I saw probably about 1/3 of the people riding without one or the other of these things, some with neither.

Last year's route, while not in any way ideal, was much more sensible. We started by biking north on Lake Shore Drive, then making a 7 mile jaunt through city streets(which were all blocked off, exept for some major cross-streets, where we were clearly directed), then we returned to the lakefront to bike down the bike path. Needless to say, the end down the bike path is dangerous, as there's very little lighting, and too many people riding on a narrow path.

It was on this path, just north of Chicago Avenue, where I felt a pop, followed by a warm burning sensation like a water balloon popping. Sadly, this occured in my right knee. Mistakenly, I fought through the pain, and finished the course, maybe about 2 miles. Upon finishing, one of my fellow riders ran to get me an ice pack. When it became obvious that it was time to have it looked at(read: swelling hadn't stoppped). I stopped by the medical tent and had it looked at by a doctor, who told me in not so uncertain words that I had probably dislocated my knee and would need to see a doctor ASAP to get some X-rays, probably followed by some time on crutches, and followed by physical therapy.

This is not news I'm happy to get. I was trying to get scheduled to have my knees evaluated anyways, so I could get them scoped again, but I didn't want the extra pain. No way, no how.

End result: I'm getting too old for this shit.

Saturday, July 10, 2004

Getting stuff done.

I feel good, and I'm accomplishing things that I needed to get done. Up to an including cancelling my old dial-up service, which took (un)surprisingly long.

Next stop is the grocery store. Watch out!

Friday, July 09, 2004

Anger, witticisms, and the 30-something Dave

As I'm sure most folks already know, AT&T Wireless was recently purchased by Cingular Wireless. I, as a matter of now public record, am a customer of the rather crappy AT&T Wireless service. For the last 2 days or so, I have either lost my signal all together, or shown that my service is now Cingular, but, if I make or receive a call while I have Cingular service on my phone, it apparently counts as roaming charges.

Of course, my friends, I have a fairly standard national plan, 400 minutes, free nights and weekends, but I can still be charged roaming- even if my company is switching over to Cingular. The thing that really gets me steamed is that, because my phone is searching over and over again for a network connection(this happens at least 8 times a day), the battery runs almost completely down. I have the feeling that for the first time in 5 years, I may have to change my cell phone information, and I'm not looking forward to that.

On the lighter side of life, I went to the Osco last night to get some supplies I needed and one of the people in front of me in line had forgotten a bag of frozen pizza. The cashier noticed, and I asked her what she looked like, because, although I was just looking at her, I didn't remember at all. The cashier, a late 30's, maybe early 40's redhead, said to me "you were probably just looking at the blond."

My response? "They say that gentlemen prefer blondes, however, the true gentleman who has the highest appreciation of the female species, prefers redheads." Proving that when I feel like it, I can be relatively suave.

(Cue the theme music)
Yes yes.

Thursday, July 08, 2004

Ice cream trucks.

When I was a kid, I dreamed the songs. I would run with what little money I had to sneak a popsicle in before dinner. It was heavenly. Fast forward 15 years. I'm living in Brooklyn, and it's a miserable summer day, and my apartment is completely bare, save for some clothes, a futon I just bought, and a fan with a 4.5 inch diameter. My apartment is half a block from Fort Greene Park- a place frequently cruised by what seemed like a hundred thousand different trucks, all playing the music too loud. I went, for lack of a better word, insane. I had actually asked a friend of mine who was writing screenplays, that if he could work it in for me, that in some movie at some point in his career include a scene where I blow up an ice cream truck with a bazooka or some other massive weapon that makes things blow up big. Fast forward 5 more years. I'm in my apartment, enjoying a Strawberry Shortcake ice cream pop and watching the Simpsons. Suddenly, I'm reminded that I need a bazooka as I hear the truck pull down the street...

In my mind's eye, I ran into the living room, where we have a moderately turreted corner, loaded my weapon, and then cackled as the flames lapped at the sky.

In reality, I just sat here, thinking about how I was going to write about it.

...and curse Sir Walter Raleigh, he was such a stupid git...

I said it yesterday, and I'll say it today: I love tests. I'm a nerd, a geek, whatever horrible word you want to throw at me. Joey just posted his results to the test in the aforementioned link, along with a link to one of several Myers-Briggs tests that are out there.

I haven't taken this test probably since I was a first-year in college. My entire life, I have always been an ENFP(or Champion). Today, I snuck over to ENTP(or Inventor), by a whopping 1% difference.

I'm apparently changing as I get older... which is to be expected, no?

This is a public service announcement.... With Guitar!!! has 4 new videos up.

I highly recommend viewing them- they're too damn funny!

Now with Blogroll!

Yes, it's new features day here at Logan's Dave!

After months of promising and delaying and avoiding, I have finally added a blogroll(see left) and deleted the "recent posts" area. Why? Because I hated it. It just took up space, and I just don't like it. Will I add it again in the future? Doubtful.

There you have it!

More people who should buy a lottery ticket.

Not me, I'm not that lucky(case in point, I'm not $290M richer after last week's drawing).

Sometimes I am, but not as lucky as this guy. Watch the video. Be amazed.

This woman, while not having the greatest luck, certainly defied odds.

Britney's fiance not only didn't pay for the ring(she did), but she won't make him sign a prenup, despite her being about a million times richer than he. Her lack of common sense("I'm marrying for love, not money"- but there's no mention of what he's marrying for) is astounding. If this guy has a shred of indecency in him, he'll spend a year or so boinking a pop idol as her husband, then start cheating, and eventually getting a divorce and then being a rich asshole.

I'm not saying that's what I would do(read: I would never marry Britney Spears in the first place), but it's like he already bought the winning ticket, and he gets to have sex, too.

Spring cleaning in July

You know why people do spring cleaning? Because they want things to be clean.
You know why people do spring cleaning in the spring? Because it's so much cooler, temperature-wise, than in July.

I'm turning over a new leaf in the apartment- whether my roommate likes it or not. And I'm scrubbing everything completely clean. I mean completely clean. It's rough, because neither of us are ever home and neither of us are particularly clean- but only one of us has a tolerance for how low it can go. Of course, that one has been absurdly busy for the last few months, what with school and training and all that fun stuff taking up my time.

Anyways, I've got a bit of time before I attempt school again, so I'm working on the house. Rearranging. Clearing out old, useless stuff. Selling off some of my Simpsons toys. Making room.

Wednesday, July 07, 2004


I'm frequently a fan of silly tests, as anyone who reads this blog with any regularity would testify, so when I came across this test via All Things Jen(nifer), I had to take it. My results:
You are a WECL--Wacky Emotional Constructive Leader. This makes you a people's advocate. You are passionate about your causes, with a good heart and good endeavors. Your personal fire is contagious, and others wish they could be as dedicated to their beliefs as you are.

Your dedication may cause you to miss the boat on life's more slight and trivial activities. You will feel no loss when skipping some inane mixer, but it can be frustrating to others to whom such things are important. While you find it difficult to see other points of view, it may be useful to act as if you do, and play along once in a while.

In any event, you have buckets of charisma and a natural skill for making people open up. Your greatest asset is an ability to make progress while keeping the peace.

It should be noted that one of my scores was on the cusp, and the other personality was called Evil Genius. I tend to think that the above more accurately describes my personality. Except for the not being able to see other points of view. That's not terribly accurate.

It definitely does explain my secret life as a superhero, Velveeta Man.

Good news, not so good news.

Most folks want the bad news first, so here it is: my company does not match donations raised for charity. So I'm going to have to try harder to get to my $5000. Good news is, my boss and my boss' boss are both contributing today.

I took my best friend out for a couple drinks last night, as a thank you for letting me use her car- which turned into a night out. Oy. I did, however, run into my friend R, who runs the Pub Quizzes at Ginger's. Those quizzes raise money for the Lance Armstrong Foundation. We showed further support by buying yellow bands for ourselves. R knows a guy from Michigan who rides from his house to Austin Texas to raise money, then participates. R is going to drive with him as a SAG vehicle. During that time I'll be keeping Pub Quiz going by substituting in for R. It's all good.

That's the news this morning.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

That's what you get for drinking Miller Lite, Hosehead!

I got the link to this article from All Things Jen(nifer), and just had to share it with my public, so we could all revel in it.

I keep thinking that big business is so used to thinking that the public is a mass of idiocy- which I'll admit is a usual theme in my posts- that when someone intelligent comes along, there's problems. That should be a mantra for the 21st century- never fuck with someone who's smarter than you are. Especially if they understand law.

Of course, if he's faking, a la Strange Brew, then this is all moot. Then, he's just a mediocre judge who felt like testing the intelligence of a company. Wait- then I like him even more! Except for the taking up valuable news time for his silly antics. I guess, only time will tell.

If you're going to have your head up your ass, at least be aware of your head being up your ass.

A recent conversation that makes me want to refer all calls to this customer, who did an invaluable service to me by admitting that he made a mistake:

Customer: I'm having problems entering my order. Can you walk me through step by step?
Me: Sure.
Customer: I'm entering buy, 2, December, 04, Crude Oil and submitting.
Me: Did you enter an order type(clearly displayed to the right of where he'd chosen the crude oil commodity)?
Customer: Yes, Buy.
Me: I mean, is it a market, limit-
Customer: I'm sorry. I'm a fuckin' idiot.

Hey man, you said it, not me. And I appreciate you admitting your mistake and moving on with your life. You made my day.

More ineptitude.

Right now my site doesn't seem to be loading properly, but I have to share some idiocy:

Me: So, you want to terminate your simulated trading account?
Customer: No, no. I want to terminate my simulated trading account.

Next up:

Me: You need to call the order help desk at 212 555 5555[number changed to protect the innocent].
Customer: Why?
Me: Because they check orders. I help you use the program. So you'll have to call them.
Customer: At?
Me: 212-
Customer and I: 555 5555?

The important thing about this is that I basically repeated these 3 lines to the customer 4 times(at least). Including the phone number, which for some reason he felt the need to say over and over- like he was trying to memorize it or something. I was disturbed. After talking with my boss about him, he and I both agreed that the guy was clueless- his broker thinks so, too.


The weekend, part II

or, how I spent my Fourth of July Weekend:

Friday: I left work early, thanks to my co-worker, who, when we flipped for who got to leave early, won, but let me go at 2:30 anyways. I was on the interstate by 3 at the latest(it was a longer walk back to the car than I expected). Sadly, I chose approximately the same time as millions of other Chicago drivers to leave downtown. I was stuck in traffic for 2 hours- and was subsequently late for my arrival to St. Paul. I was also stuck in a car where the driver's side window doesn't work, and the AC needs to be recharged. I was hot. Damn hot. And, because of my mostly northern European ancestry, I don't like the hot, so hot weather + hot car = miserable Dave. I tried to make up time by speeding through Wisconsin, which is notoriously dangerous for someone with Illinois plates, as the troopers to our north tend to "target" Illinois drivers, and pretty much anyone else from outside the Dairy state. I used my tried and true patsy system for speeding. This is patent pending, but I will share. My method is to find someone else who wants to speed, follow them at a distance of about 1/4 of a mile, and let them reveal the locations of speedtraps I might miss. this time, it worked wonders. I was around Menomonie when I found a guy with California plates who was hell-bent to go 85. I was, too. I got behind him, let him get his distance, and was happy as hell. Until I suddenly saw the side of a WHP car reflected in my headlights. I hit the brakes, which was fortunate, because he was pulling out to go after my patsy. He hit his lights, and that was all she wrote for my Californian friend. I felt bad, but also a touch of glee, because that could have been me. I called my friend in Minneapolis to hear her son(pictured here) in the background saying "is it Dave? Is it Dave?" I cracked up. He's my biggest fan.

Upon my arrival, I was informed that we were "going out, and people are waiting." When I asked who was waiting for us(exhausted and not really wanting to go out) I was told "some boys, some girls, it'll be fun." It was. It was drunkeness and silliness and all-around serious fun. Including a visit to a former favorite, Nye's Polonaise Room. Good people, good drinks, and good fun. We didn't get home until 4:30 in the morning.

Saturday started out very hungover, which one would expect when you go to bed at 5 am. I shaved with my good buddy, and picked up The Redhead and The Accordion Guy for lunch at one of my favorite places in St. Paul, Tavern on Grand(they have the best french fries in the history of french fries, FYI). Our evening was lazy- we were too tired to want to go out, but did have dinner with my father and stepmother before retiring to the house for an evening of TV. I then went out with a HS ex-girlfriend, now friend, who got off work at 12:30. Again, I didn't get home until 5am, but was far less drunk than I was on Friday.

Sunday was even lazier than Saturday. I slept in(well, for me, I slept in- almost to 10), shaved, again with Gabriel, who loves shaving with me, and frequently says "I need to shave again" midway through my shaving. Again, I picked up The Redhead and The Accordion Guy, and we went to find my father, and stepmother's family in Como Park, a none too small task with a Hmong festival and several hundred other people wanting to barbeque in the park for the 4th. We found them, ate, ate some more, played some frisbee, played some accordion. Joey was a big hit with my family- and with me. My conversation about him with Wendy went something like this(I am paraphrasing a bit):

D: Your boyfriend is quite a hit.
W: He usually is. So, you like him?
D: Yep.
W: He's got your approval.
D: Oh yeah.
W: Do you think I'd listen to you if you didn't?
D: Nope.

Basically, I know my Wendy has one hell of a man, who didn't even falter when my friend L(who is notoriously straight forward, especially after a bloody mary) gave both he and Wendy the 3rd degree on their relationship on Saturday. I then drove my friends to the airport and went back to the BBQ to hang out with my family. My father and I were discussing Vonnegut books while my brother and I were tossing a football. For that reason alone, you would have to meet my family- we're nerdy jocks, I guess. Afterwards, I went back to my dad's house for a couple beers after the BBQ- just to hang out.

Yesterday, I ran into some serious traffic, and had a couple interesting sights. One was a Grand Caravan with Illinois plates that read COW LVR 5. So, there are apparently at least 5 other people who are cow lovers to the point that they have it on the license plate. The other wonderful sight was my first-ever sighting of the Weinermobile, on 90 right around Schaumburg. Fortunately for me, I had my digital camera in the front seat with me, and took some high-speed pictures as I overtook it. I'll post those later.

So, that's a wrap on the weekend. What's new?

Monday, July 05, 2004

The weekend.

I'm too tired/lazy/hungry to blog about the weekend quite yet. I will, however, share with you a new favorite picture:

Me and my favorite 3-year-old, Gabriel. Well, ain't we a pair?
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Friday, July 02, 2004

On the idiocy of modern human beings.

I just got off the phone with a rather idiotic man. Not only was he unwilling to have me e-mail him the link to download our software(a time saver it is), but the following happened while I read him the URL:

Me: '...p, r, e, s, s...'
Him: 'Wait, is that two r's?'
Me: 'p, r, e, s, s.'
Him: 'oh, ok.'
Me: 'five dot zero...'
Him: 'Wait, do you mean zero or O?'
Me[steam shooting out of ears]: 'Um, like I said, zero.'

We're called homo sapiens. I get the idea that we're not all there.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Boys on film!

Ok, the youngest of us just turned 30, so I think that qualifies us all as men, but the pictures from the MS Ride are up. Here's what you do to go see them:


in the 'view my friend's photos' box type

After that, it's pretty self-explanatory. Enjoy!

You have been forewarned.

During this weekend, I will be meeting for the first time in the real world, none other than Accordion Guy. I am very excited, because Wendy and I are good friends and I hate it when I don't get to scope her new men out. The warning is well-merited, as I have been informed that Joey and I will be performing the Alabama Song.

As I said, you have been forewarned.

Pet peeve.

It seems to me, in this modern world of spell checkers, that we've lost the art of proofreading. Mind you, I am notorious for leaving gross errors in my blog and correspondence and cursing myself afterwards, but that doesn't mean I can't call it my pet peeve.

An example from an article I was just reading:
The canyon would have been rich in wildfire: elk, deer, bighorn sheep, bear, mountain lions, wild turkeys - all animals that Wilcox says are still around, but in lesser numbers due to modern hunting pressure in the larger Book Cliffs region.

A canyon rich in wildfire? Don't you mean wildlife? Did the editor even read this? Would he say 'do you know how time consuming it would be for me to read every article I approve?'

A motion picture must be worth a million something something.

My official review of Fahrenheit 9/11(read at your own risk, there will be some spoilers):

It's a left-skewed, politically motivated movie that is unwavering in its passion to remove GWB from his current position of power. And I loved every minute of it. Although not the biggest fan of Michael Moore, I have to admit he did an amazing job of putting this movie together. Although I can't say that I liked it(it isn't a movie you like, it's a movie you feel), I can say that it made me feel things very strongly, if that makes sense. It is an emotional movie that keeps you jumping from anger to despair to fear to disdain. I would be surprised if anyone, regardless of party affiliation, could stomach voting for Bush in November after seeing this movie.

It's not just a Bush-bashing movie. It also scolds the American public for its apathy, rails the media for spoon-feeding us, and takes a couple swipes at the democratic party leaders, for viewing the 2000 election through the rosiest of rose colored glasses. Not to mention the interview with a senator who asks "do you know how time-consuming reading each and every bill we pass would be." I paraphrase, of course, but the point is that our elected officials are passing laws that affect you and me without reading what they are. That's just plain fucking ignorant.

Perhaps the most emotionally wrenching episode is of a mother from Flint, who has several family members in the military, who is rather gung-ho and patriotic to the point of believing that we should do whatever our commander-in-chief says, who then loses her son, and can't understand why she lost her son for oil, who cries when she reads letters from him, who walked to the White House and almost fell to her knees in grief. It's hard to watch, even harder to realize that what you're seeing wasn't written and conceived. It happened, and it's still happening.

My recommendation is that each and every American citizen should see this movie, even if you believe that it is leftist bullshit. After all, we've been putting up with enough from the right for the last 3 years- maybe it's time someone gave us another view.

A picture is worth a thousand something something.

I've finally got digital copies of pictures from the ride last weekend, but forgot to bring them with me to work this morning. I can be dumb like that, sometimes.

Fortunately, I sent this onto a friend of mine who I'm visiting this weekend, so I have at least a teaser for y'all:

Just past the finish line. I was a little warm.
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