10/02/02 08:43 AM
Happy Airplane Dance Around the World day!!
On a related note, it's also my birthday (wheeee-fun!).
09/30/02 01:48 PM
I'm taking the day off from work and being lazy today.
I pulled an 11 hour shift on Saturday/Sunday night doing a data validity test for a customer
back east which kinda shot my weekend in the butt so my boss took pity on me.
We did the lan party thing again a week ago (yeah... I'm slow). While I didn't take a lot of pictures,
we did have a good time.
Check it out... Bring Out Your Dead, XI
09/26/02 09:21 AM
We just closed the deal on the refinance of our house last week.
After several attempts at getting it done, we finally found a company that could
give us the rate we wanted, and more importantly, get our house appraised so we
could qualify for the loan (this is a problem in my area, as there are no comparable
homes in the area that have sold in the last year).
We locked the rate at 5.25% on a 15 year mortgage (an absolutely spiffy deal!) and
after all was said and done, we got a check in the mail for $1,309 (I had made a
couple of payments on the place between the time we started and when we finally
closed the deal).
Free money (well... kinda)!
We had a few plans for it... new dining room set, perhaps part of a down on a new
car for me, or just paying down on of my credit cards. Instead, my kids took it.
When I got home last night, my youngest attacked me the moment I entered the door.
"I need a saxophone TONIGHT!!" he proclaimed.
Shit!
With everything going on, I had forgotten that I'd signed him up for band when the
school year started.
We quickly jumped in the car and raced down to the music store. Upon arrival (10
minutes before they lock their doors for the night) we scrambled to the instrument
desk and I inquired how much a sax was.
$1,500 to start.
After the paramedics revived me... I asked if they had any used ones on hand of good
quality that might allow us to actually things like food for the next few weeks. They
did, and my son walked out the door with a lovely alto saxophone for the low-low
price of $883.39. He assured me the entire time that he was going to be serious about
learning to play it, practicing and participating in band activities.
I'm glad to see my son is sincere in his committment to this, because if he changes
his mind, he's dead.
09/20/02 08:33 PM
Being sick sucks.
My youngest son was fortunate enough to contract something nasty at school, and being
the wonderful child he is, he brought it home and shared with all of us.
Little bastard.
So the whole family is down with some nasty virus at the moment. The timing of course
couldn't be better, as we are hosting yet another LAN party tomorrow (and will have
50 - 60 people in our house).
All that, of course, sets the stage for my actual post.
As a side effect of whatever bug is ailing us, I got an eye infection. My wife,
bless her soul, said we had some eye drops in the medicine cabinet from when she had
a similar issue a couple of months ago. She got out the bottle, read the instructions,
and prepared to put 5 drops (as per the instructions) into my right eye.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
The first drop went in and my eye immediately erupted into searing pain! She called
me a baby, told me is was supposed to sting a little bit, and proceeded to pry my eye
open for drop number 2.
AAAAARRRRRRUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!
At that point, my eye proceeded to change from white to blood red. "What the hell is
that stuff?!?" I screamed! She reread the instructions again, aloud this time:
"It says right here... place 5 in the ear".
"Ear?"
Thus began the 5 minute ritual of flushing my eye with cold water. She found the
actual eye drops while I was attempting to save my sight and we gave those a try.
Yeah... it stung too... but it stung like an eye drop, not like having a hot ice pick
rammed into your eyeball.
Today, my eye is almost white again, and my wife has been very, VERY nice to me.
09/10/02 08:33 PM
I've been told I don't update enough.
Well, that's because I'm busy trying to get myself killed when I'm not working
on the web site.
The proof is here:
How to kill yourself with fire
08/29/02 03:09 PM
For those who don't know, I ride a motorcycle.
The thrill of having the wind blowing over your skin, leaning into the curves,
and being part of the environment around me rather than locked in a climate
controled box can be invigorating.
And it can suck ass too.
Yesterday, while locked in the stop and go traffic on Sullivan road (by my work),
I had moment of clarity... an idea of such magnitude that it would change everything
about rush hour traffic on motorcycles.
Wouldn't it be great if motorcycles had little wheels that
go up and down in the back to support the bike for those stop and go situations?
Granted... it would look a lot like training wheels when they were down, but
balancing a heavy ass bike like mine in these kinds of conditions is a weary task.
I was explaining the idea to my brother in law (who was balancing his motorcycle next
to mine) and he seemed to think that this would be some manually operated device. When I
finally said "no... you push a button and they automatically go down" the idea hit home.
Of course, that gave me another idea... why not install the same button on my wife!
Envision, if you will:
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I ride my motorcycle home and find my wife sitting in the garage, angry
at me over the amount of money I've spent buying computer parts. As she
stands up with the credit card bill in her hand, ready to give me a verbal
thrashing, I press the button:
"I can't believe how much money you've spen.."
*click*
"mmmmrrruffff, mmmmmmmuurffff, mmmmmmmuurrrfff"
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Of course, I'm sure I'd wear that button out pretty quickly (just because I can).
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