Sunday, December 31, 2006
Happy New Year
Turns out 2006 has been one of the best years of my life. I want to thank everyone who's helped make that possible. If you're reading this, that includes you. And I expect 2007 to top it in every way.
Turns out 2006 has been one of the best years of my life. I want to thank everyone who's helped make that possible. If you're reading this, that includes you. And I expect 2007 to top it in every way.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
I really wanted to see the NFL Saturday Night game this evening, but seeing as I had other places to be, I just recorded it so I could watch it when I got home. Now all I had to do was avoid learning of the final score before I got home. No such luck. I managed to have the score thrown in my face no less than three different times, through three different media, before I wwas able to get home and fire up the game on my DVR.
I find it intriguing that now that we've finally reached an age where technology has advanced to the point where I can effortlessly record a football game with the single touch of a button and then watch it when I get home with the single touch of a button, the information age has become so pervasive that I can't manage to avoid the final score on my way home to watch it.
I find it intriguing that now that we've finally reached an age where technology has advanced to the point where I can effortlessly record a football game with the single touch of a button and then watch it when I get home with the single touch of a button, the information age has become so pervasive that I can't manage to avoid the final score on my way home to watch it.
Dear KT Tunstall,
You were worth it. Even though I had to sit through a few hours of rain to see you. Even though I had to pay a pretty penny for those fourth-row seats. Even though you kept shouting "hello West Palm Beach" to the Boca Raton crowd. Even though you were wearing reflective gold pants that made it look like you'd borrowed C3PO's legs for the evening. Even though you made fun of us for looking like sandwich bags in our rain ponchos.
Funny how an evening's worth of great music will make up for just about anything. And I loved your cover "She Don't Use Jelly" by the Flaming Lips. Never thought I'd see that particular song performed twice in a six week period. Now come on Kate, make like your Flaming Lips buddies and hurry up and do iProng Radio, will you?
You were worth it. Even though I had to sit through a few hours of rain to see you. Even though I had to pay a pretty penny for those fourth-row seats. Even though you kept shouting "hello West Palm Beach" to the Boca Raton crowd. Even though you were wearing reflective gold pants that made it look like you'd borrowed C3PO's legs for the evening. Even though you made fun of us for looking like sandwich bags in our rain ponchos.
Funny how an evening's worth of great music will make up for just about anything. And I loved your cover "She Don't Use Jelly" by the Flaming Lips. Never thought I'd see that particular song performed twice in a six week period. Now come on Kate, make like your Flaming Lips buddies and hurry up and do iProng Radio, will you?
Friday, December 15, 2006
The Good German Shepherd?
So there's a new movie coming out called The Good German and another new movie coming out called The Good Shepherd. I just wanted to lay claim to the "Good German Shepherd" joke before Jay Leno tries it out in his monologue. You know it's coming.
So there's a new movie coming out called The Good German and another new movie coming out called The Good Shepherd. I just wanted to lay claim to the "Good German Shepherd" joke before Jay Leno tries it out in his monologue. You know it's coming.
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
- from my buddy Brian Waggoner
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
- from my buddy Brian Waggoner
Friday, December 01, 2006
Kan't Find Chicken?
I think the main reason I still frequent the local KFC for lunch every now and then is the fact that the meal is always accompanied by a barrel of laughs resuting from the outright buffoonery going on behind the counter. For some reason yesterday I decided it would be a good idea to go there for dinner. I should have known better. Turns out they were out of chicken. I don't mean that they were out of some kinds of chicken. I mean they didn't have any chicken.
See I don't much care why or how a chicken restaurant can be out of chicken a full four hours before closing time. For all I know the chicken truck got lost, or the chickens were all on vacation, or the cooks were all too busy having dinner at a real restaurant. But my thing is that if you're out of chicken, don't make customers wait in line and then inform them of this sad fact one at a time as they reach the register. Because that's five minutes of my life I'm not getting back, you know? Alright, maybe it's my fault for not noticing that every person in line in front of me was leaving the counter without any food. But still, put up a sign that says you're out of chicken or something. Or better yet, just lock the door. If you're Kentucky Fried Chicken and you're out of chicken, you're closed.
I think the main reason I still frequent the local KFC for lunch every now and then is the fact that the meal is always accompanied by a barrel of laughs resuting from the outright buffoonery going on behind the counter. For some reason yesterday I decided it would be a good idea to go there for dinner. I should have known better. Turns out they were out of chicken. I don't mean that they were out of some kinds of chicken. I mean they didn't have any chicken.
See I don't much care why or how a chicken restaurant can be out of chicken a full four hours before closing time. For all I know the chicken truck got lost, or the chickens were all on vacation, or the cooks were all too busy having dinner at a real restaurant. But my thing is that if you're out of chicken, don't make customers wait in line and then inform them of this sad fact one at a time as they reach the register. Because that's five minutes of my life I'm not getting back, you know? Alright, maybe it's my fault for not noticing that every person in line in front of me was leaving the counter without any food. But still, put up a sign that says you're out of chicken or something. Or better yet, just lock the door. If you're Kentucky Fried Chicken and you're out of chicken, you're closed.
