This is my 100th post.
100 entries in this blog.
I'd love to have something intelligent, witty and memorable to say.
Honestly? I've nothing to say.
I considered reflecting on everything that's happened to me since I started this blog, but you can find that yourself. The back issues are there (I don't generally go into delete mode like some of my friends, but I have started deleting my old DeviantArt journals) and you can see it all for yourself.
I'd thought about posting something funny. There's something I'm working on, but it's not ready yet. Gimmie a week for that, and it might end up either here or over at SA.n
The Kid's doing pretty well, although some days aren't as good as others. She has moments when she's really cognizant and I can hold a good conversation with her...others, it's difficult. I won't lie. Last night, when I was there, she tried to take a drink of milk, but she took too big and it came back out. She doesn't even think about what she's doing: She just eats.
So what do I talk about?
Just a "hello" to my friends out there, and a thank you for being with me when I needed you. That's all.
Have a good night, kids. Here's to the next 100.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
The further adventures of the modern bachelor
Since I was granted the status of "bachelor" seven-plus months ago, I've been dreading this day. I knew it would happen sometime. It was inevitable. Although it wasn't listed in one of Murphy's Laws directly, I know it's in there somewhere.
I've lost a button from one of my shirts, and I have no idea how to sew.
None whatsoever. I'm freakin' clueless in that department.
Well, maybe not totally clueless. I do know how to thread a needle...
I'm looking for a seamstress. If anyone knows how to replace a button from a shirt and wants to take pity on a poor, clueless stoopid guy, let me know.
It's not that big a deal, actually. It's the second button from the top on one of my shirts, and I can wear it open with a t-shirt underneath (and look damn good doing so in the process, if I may say so), so it's not that important. If you happen to be in the neighborhood and know how to sew, stop by.
Ice cream on me, afterwards. ;)
I've lost a button from one of my shirts, and I have no idea how to sew.
None whatsoever. I'm freakin' clueless in that department.
Well, maybe not totally clueless. I do know how to thread a needle...
I'm looking for a seamstress. If anyone knows how to replace a button from a shirt and wants to take pity on a poor, clueless stoopid guy, let me know.
It's not that big a deal, actually. It's the second button from the top on one of my shirts, and I can wear it open with a t-shirt underneath (and look damn good doing so in the process, if I may say so), so it's not that important. If you happen to be in the neighborhood and know how to sew, stop by.
Ice cream on me, afterwards. ;)
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Been awhile, hasn't it?
When last we left our intrepid hero, Captain Onestar was trying to make it through hostile alien territory when his star cruiser's anti-matter containment system malfunctioned. Alone, desperate and lonely, it looked like all was lost for the beloved Captain, as marauding hordes of bug-eyed aliens swarmed toward his position...
Yeah, I know. I haven't posted anything in awhile. There is no excuse for me leaving you hanging with a cliffhanger of a posting, saying my car was at the shop, but not saying what happened? How dare I do such a thing to you, faithful friend and reader, for not finishing what I started?
Eh, seems I do that quite a bit anyway. Damn this ADD! Ooo...lookie at the pretty butterfly flying past...
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...I'm sorry, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, the car.
Turns out the problem was the resevoir for the coolant. It was cracked and leaking. Between that and one of the gasket covers was leaking, my credit card too a $400 hit that I wasn't expecting. Still, since the car's 10 years old (and just passed 100k, as you well know), these things are to be expected.
Let's see. Anything else interesting happen in the last fortnight...
My Kid's 82 birthday was last Monday. The day before, we all had a big party for her out at the nursing home. She was so adorable, but it was still hard on a couple of my family members (one young, one not so young) who hadn't seen her in awhile, I think. I wish they could get out to see her more often, but...I can only do so much.
Looks like the medicade (long term nursing care) from the State will finally be approved, after four months. That's a good thing, more for the nursing home than anything else.
Work is work. Less I say about it, the better.
I'm still boycotting the RIAA for the month, but it's difficult sometimes. There are some CDs I'd love to buy, but can't, and it's been good, not spending the cash (now that I have a credit card payment again), but I have been investing in other toys.
This past weekend, I bought a Night Sun. For those of you wondering what that means, it's a honkin' big flashlight. 2.25 MILLION candlewatt power.
Why did I buy it, you ask? It was on sale. I'm a sucker for bargains like that.
Needless to say, I tried it at night at home, after I charted it up...holy crap in a hat, Batman. That is one bright sonofabeeyoch. Do NOT look directly at the thing, or your grandkids will be seeing spots.
Okay, that's all for now. Promise I won't leave you hanging in the lurch again (unless I get distracted or forget) and will try to stop back more often.
Yeah, I know. I haven't posted anything in awhile. There is no excuse for me leaving you hanging with a cliffhanger of a posting, saying my car was at the shop, but not saying what happened? How dare I do such a thing to you, faithful friend and reader, for not finishing what I started?
Eh, seems I do that quite a bit anyway. Damn this ADD! Ooo...lookie at the pretty butterfly flying past...
...
...
...
...I'm sorry, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, the car.
Turns out the problem was the resevoir for the coolant. It was cracked and leaking. Between that and one of the gasket covers was leaking, my credit card too a $400 hit that I wasn't expecting. Still, since the car's 10 years old (and just passed 100k, as you well know), these things are to be expected.
Let's see. Anything else interesting happen in the last fortnight...
My Kid's 82 birthday was last Monday. The day before, we all had a big party for her out at the nursing home. She was so adorable, but it was still hard on a couple of my family members (one young, one not so young) who hadn't seen her in awhile, I think. I wish they could get out to see her more often, but...I can only do so much.
Looks like the medicade (long term nursing care) from the State will finally be approved, after four months. That's a good thing, more for the nursing home than anything else.
Work is work. Less I say about it, the better.
I'm still boycotting the RIAA for the month, but it's difficult sometimes. There are some CDs I'd love to buy, but can't, and it's been good, not spending the cash (now that I have a credit card payment again), but I have been investing in other toys.
This past weekend, I bought a Night Sun. For those of you wondering what that means, it's a honkin' big flashlight. 2.25 MILLION candlewatt power.
Why did I buy it, you ask? It was on sale. I'm a sucker for bargains like that.
Needless to say, I tried it at night at home, after I charted it up...holy crap in a hat, Batman. That is one bright sonofabeeyoch. Do NOT look directly at the thing, or your grandkids will be seeing spots.
Okay, that's all for now. Promise I won't leave you hanging in the lurch again (unless I get distracted or forget) and will try to stop back more often.
Friday, March 09, 2007
SIGH...
The car's at the shop tonight.
I was going out to dinner when I decided to stop at the car wash. Temperatures have (finally) popped above freezing, so it was safe to actually wash the car and not have it turn into an iceball overnight.
It needed it, trust me. There was so much salt on the thing...my red car was almost turned white.
So, I'm waiting my turn in line...go figure...and I notice the car's temperature going up. It happens when the car has to idle...I've known that for awhile...but then I started to smell coolant.
Finally got to the front when the attendant asks what my temperature is...because I'm leaking antifreeze. It was a good drip, he said. I should check it as soon as I get the car washed.
SIGH.
Get the car washed, pull over and check. Steam's starting to come out from under the hood. I check the levels...they look good. Had the radiator replaced last year, so I hoped it wasn't that. Called my friend (we were supposed to have dinner) and asked her if she could meet me at the dealership.
Of course, it's the middle of rush hour, and traffic is bumper to bumper. I took a few shortcuts I knew. Stopped a couple times to let the car cool off. Made it to the highway, praying the whole time my car wouldn't die right there in the middle of the road.
That little blinking "low coolant" light is not a pretty sight, let me tell you.
Got to the dealership, thankfully, before they closed. Left the car there overnight. I'm hoping it's just a hose, and not the reservoir. It looked like it might've been just the hose, but then I'm no car mechanic. Computers? Yeah. Cars? I know where to put the gas and how to change the radio station. That's about the extent of it.
Oh, well...here we go again.
I was going out to dinner when I decided to stop at the car wash. Temperatures have (finally) popped above freezing, so it was safe to actually wash the car and not have it turn into an iceball overnight.
It needed it, trust me. There was so much salt on the thing...my red car was almost turned white.
So, I'm waiting my turn in line...go figure...and I notice the car's temperature going up. It happens when the car has to idle...I've known that for awhile...but then I started to smell coolant.
Finally got to the front when the attendant asks what my temperature is...because I'm leaking antifreeze. It was a good drip, he said. I should check it as soon as I get the car washed.
SIGH.
Get the car washed, pull over and check. Steam's starting to come out from under the hood. I check the levels...they look good. Had the radiator replaced last year, so I hoped it wasn't that. Called my friend (we were supposed to have dinner) and asked her if she could meet me at the dealership.
Of course, it's the middle of rush hour, and traffic is bumper to bumper. I took a few shortcuts I knew. Stopped a couple times to let the car cool off. Made it to the highway, praying the whole time my car wouldn't die right there in the middle of the road.
That little blinking "low coolant" light is not a pretty sight, let me tell you.
Got to the dealership, thankfully, before they closed. Left the car there overnight. I'm hoping it's just a hose, and not the reservoir. It looked like it might've been just the hose, but then I'm no car mechanic. Computers? Yeah. Cars? I know where to put the gas and how to change the radio station. That's about the extent of it.
Oh, well...here we go again.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Whatever happened to...
Tonight, I was watching Beastie Boys's "Fight for Your Right" video.
I'll admit, I like the Beastie Boys. They're my generation's Eminem...white rappers, but they can also rock.
Naturally, my brain decided to wonder...whatever happened to some of the "video babes" from those early- to mid-Eighties videos?
They're around my age, I figure...are they parents? Do they have daughters now, and are embarrassed if their kids see them in those videos? Are they driving mini-vans, doing the whole "soccer mom" thing?
It's one of those strange thoughts that I have on occasion...
I'll admit, I like the Beastie Boys. They're my generation's Eminem...white rappers, but they can also rock.
Naturally, my brain decided to wonder...whatever happened to some of the "video babes" from those early- to mid-Eighties videos?
They're around my age, I figure...are they parents? Do they have daughters now, and are embarrassed if their kids see them in those videos? Are they driving mini-vans, doing the whole "soccer mom" thing?
It's one of those strange thoughts that I have on occasion...
Friday, March 02, 2007
Boycott the RIAA - Gizmodo link
Gizmodo's Anti-RIAA Manifesto
It's well known I love music. It's also well known that I dislike downloading music, and there are various reasons for that. Varying quality due to different bitrates. Hearing the difference uncompressed music offers (does anyone else besides me remember dynamic range, or am I alone in that category?). The tactile sensation of holding that CD you bought and had to struggle to get out of the shrink wrap.
These are the little things that makes music enjoyable.
And yet, for the month of March, I'm not going to buy CDs.
I'm supporting the boycott Gizmodo has started against the RIAA. If there's something out there from a smaller record label that's not affiliated with them, I'll consider it.
Read the article for yourself.
I did, and because of it, I'm sharing the link with you.
It's well known I love music. It's also well known that I dislike downloading music, and there are various reasons for that. Varying quality due to different bitrates. Hearing the difference uncompressed music offers (does anyone else besides me remember dynamic range, or am I alone in that category?). The tactile sensation of holding that CD you bought and had to struggle to get out of the shrink wrap.
These are the little things that makes music enjoyable.
And yet, for the month of March, I'm not going to buy CDs.
I'm supporting the boycott Gizmodo has started against the RIAA. If there's something out there from a smaller record label that's not affiliated with them, I'll consider it.
Read the article for yourself.
I did, and because of it, I'm sharing the link with you.
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