Sunday, August 3, 2008
Who Lives In A Pineapple Under The Sea???
I am the proud owner of a brown old school Zune...which I affectionately refer to as my turd.
Why did I choose a Zune over a far more popular iPod?
For one thing, I like being different. I'm not into "going along"
The second reason (and the much more motivating reason) was that I love a great deal. I thrive on great deals. I have a history of buying things simply because they are absurdly marked down. My turd was no exception. I got a 30 gig Zune for $99. For those of you who don't have tape on your glasses, 30 gig is a honking lot of space. In fact, as we speak, I have my entire musical collection on it, as well as three movies (Ghostbusters, Napoleon Dynamite, and Mallrats) and 4 episodes of Ghost Hunters (yes, I have the one in the lighthouse)....and I still have 9 gig free.
The Zune Marketplace (Microsoft's version of iTunes) is OK. That's where I subscribe to several Podcasts and buy my TV shows. I am steadfast in only buying music from Amazon (DRM free).
Anyway, the TV offerings in the Marketplace have been somewhat limited. Yes, Ghost Hunters is cool....but I longed for more....that is, until last weekend. Last weekend, everything changed. Last weekend, my Turd came to life in a way I can only describe as beautiful. Last weekend, the Marketplace started selling the first few seasons of Spongebob.
Oh, the joy of now watching "Pizza Delivery" (The Krusty Krab pizza is the pizza for you and me), "Dying for Pie", and "The Idiot Box". I actually fell asleep last night listening to "MuscleBob Buffpants". I am certain I slept with a smile on my face.
So, the next time I am down, I will simply put on my headphones and sing.....
F is for Friends who do stuff together.
U is for You and me.
N is for Anywhere and anytime at all.
Down here in the deep blue sea!
Hello....McFly
Quick rant.
Is it too much to ask that, IF a web site has product pictures AND it has a link that says "Enlarge Image" under each picture, the resulting image that is displayed if I click on the link IS BIGGER THAN THE INITIAL IMAGE????
It really doesn't seem to be a stretch to assume that people who want to see "an enlarged image" would want the image to be larger than the one they currently see. And, by "larger" I mean noticeably taller and wider.
Come on people, this isn't rocket science.
Is it too much to ask that, IF a web site has product pictures AND it has a link that says "Enlarge Image" under each picture, the resulting image that is displayed if I click on the link IS BIGGER THAN THE INITIAL IMAGE????
It really doesn't seem to be a stretch to assume that people who want to see "an enlarged image" would want the image to be larger than the one they currently see. And, by "larger" I mean noticeably taller and wider.
Come on people, this isn't rocket science.
Shorts From Mr. Joshua
This is some of the best content currently on YouTube.
Busey is honest, straightforward, and, to quote a line in Lethal Weapon, "Way out there, man. Like Pluto."
Busey is honest, straightforward, and, to quote a line in Lethal Weapon, "Way out there, man. Like Pluto."
Men are From Best Buy And Women are From Bed, Bath and Beyond
My wife has been doing some work from home to help us make ends me. Being a very smart person and a hard worker, she has had some respectable success with her business.
Recently, she decided to spend some of her earnings on a moderately priced laptop. Much of her business relies on email, updating her web site, entering orders, etc. Made good sense.
So, last weekend we went to a local store to buy a laptop. We found a very nice Toshiba for her. After the purchase, we ran a couple more errands, then headed home.
This is where we hit the gender fork in the road. For when we arrived home, she placed the box containing the laptop behind the desk. Then she said, "I'll open it later".
WHAT!!!!!!!! Noooooooooo.
I calmly explained to her that it would make my head explode if she didn't open the laptop immediately and start it up. I told her that, in my world, you cannot leave a monster purchase like a laptop sitting in its box at home for any measurable amount of time. She looked at me, smiled, and walked upstairs.
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! This can't be happening.
She came down about 20 minutes later to see me sitting at the dining room table, staring at the computer box. Since she bought the laptop with her work money, I knew it would be completely wrong for me to open it up.
She then told me she was heading over to her friend's house for a while. WTF???
I tried everything to forget about the PC. Pulled weeds, changed light bulbs, etc. But all I could hear was that dual core processor crying to be powered up. "Please, turn me on. Let me start using those 3 gigabytes of memory. Please"....is what I heard.
Finally, my wife returned home. I think she felt she had her fun, so she unboxed and powered up the little beast. I was able to breath again.
I swear, if she decides she wants an iPhone I am going to eat some rat poison. It would be a quicker death.
Recently, she decided to spend some of her earnings on a moderately priced laptop. Much of her business relies on email, updating her web site, entering orders, etc. Made good sense.
So, last weekend we went to a local store to buy a laptop. We found a very nice Toshiba for her. After the purchase, we ran a couple more errands, then headed home.
This is where we hit the gender fork in the road. For when we arrived home, she placed the box containing the laptop behind the desk. Then she said, "I'll open it later".
WHAT!!!!!!!! Noooooooooo.
I calmly explained to her that it would make my head explode if she didn't open the laptop immediately and start it up. I told her that, in my world, you cannot leave a monster purchase like a laptop sitting in its box at home for any measurable amount of time. She looked at me, smiled, and walked upstairs.
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! This can't be happening.
She came down about 20 minutes later to see me sitting at the dining room table, staring at the computer box. Since she bought the laptop with her work money, I knew it would be completely wrong for me to open it up.
She then told me she was heading over to her friend's house for a while. WTF???
I tried everything to forget about the PC. Pulled weeds, changed light bulbs, etc. But all I could hear was that dual core processor crying to be powered up. "Please, turn me on. Let me start using those 3 gigabytes of memory. Please"....is what I heard.
Finally, my wife returned home. I think she felt she had her fun, so she unboxed and powered up the little beast. I was able to breath again.
I swear, if she decides she wants an iPhone I am going to eat some rat poison. It would be a quicker death.
My Expensive Tastes
As I spent a couple weeks on my own on a business trip, I decided to actually make supper a couple of times. I'm not huge on eating out. The room the office I was visiting reserved for me had a fridge and a stove. As an interesting footnote, most of my dinners out were to a nearby In-N-Out Burger.
So, a trip to a Von's netted me much of what I needed for the "home cooked" meals. Unfortunately, as is usually the case when I go grocery shopping, I got a little distracted.
First, they were having a sale on Tim's Cascade Style Vinegar and Salt Chips. Those are darn good chips.
Next, prior to the trip I discovered Snyder's of Hanover Hot Buffalo Wings Pretzel Pieces. These things are awesome. I brought some into work before I left, and they were devoured.
Of course, I also bought ample amounts of Mountain Dew, and a couple bags of organic carrot sticks.
I struggled for a main course. I wanted something I could enjoy, that I never really get sick of. Something simple and easy. One thing came to mind.....and it was delicious....
So, a trip to a Von's netted me much of what I needed for the "home cooked" meals. Unfortunately, as is usually the case when I go grocery shopping, I got a little distracted.
First, they were having a sale on Tim's Cascade Style Vinegar and Salt Chips. Those are darn good chips.
Next, prior to the trip I discovered Snyder's of Hanover Hot Buffalo Wings Pretzel Pieces. These things are awesome. I brought some into work before I left, and they were devoured.
Of course, I also bought ample amounts of Mountain Dew, and a couple bags of organic carrot sticks.
I struggled for a main course. I wanted something I could enjoy, that I never really get sick of. Something simple and easy. One thing came to mind.....and it was delicious....
So Much Still To Learn
Lunches are important for me. I do my best learning at lunch. I would like to think I am pretty smart.....a man of the world. Recently, it seems like my lunches find me learning more and more about the real world. Today is a perfect example.
I didn't have time to make my lunch this morning (overslept again) so I went out with a couple of coworkers, J-Girl and EZE. The conversation began with the observations (by me) that I really didn't know crap about different ways women flirt with men. My best understanding of flirting was obtained from a Brady Bunch episode where a girl flirted with Greg to try and get his vote for head cheerleader. Pretty sad, isn't it?
Anyway, as is typically the case, the lunch discussion went quickly into the gutter. That's when I learned an important fact about women's shoes. Specifically, CFM shoes.
At the risk of being labeled a complete loser by everyone reading this, I am going to state that I had never heard of CFM shoes. However, upon watching a couple women crossing the road I learned one was wearing CFM shoes. Unable to initially fess up, I looked over and noticed one had really high heels on, and another had knee-high boots on (a rather odd choice of footwear in July). Still, no clue what CFM shoes were.
I finally admitted I had no idea what CFM shoes were. After some chuckles and nods from my "friends", I learned CFM stood for "Come F*** Me". The extremely high heels were an example of them.
In total disbelief, I challenged them accusing them of making it up. Come to find out, if you go to Amazon and search on CFM shoes, you get over 50 hits!
I stand corrected....and I stand a much smarter person this evening. Who would have thought?
I didn't have time to make my lunch this morning (overslept again) so I went out with a couple of coworkers, J-Girl and EZE. The conversation began with the observations (by me) that I really didn't know crap about different ways women flirt with men. My best understanding of flirting was obtained from a Brady Bunch episode where a girl flirted with Greg to try and get his vote for head cheerleader. Pretty sad, isn't it?
Anyway, as is typically the case, the lunch discussion went quickly into the gutter. That's when I learned an important fact about women's shoes. Specifically, CFM shoes.
At the risk of being labeled a complete loser by everyone reading this, I am going to state that I had never heard of CFM shoes. However, upon watching a couple women crossing the road I learned one was wearing CFM shoes. Unable to initially fess up, I looked over and noticed one had really high heels on, and another had knee-high boots on (a rather odd choice of footwear in July). Still, no clue what CFM shoes were.
I finally admitted I had no idea what CFM shoes were. After some chuckles and nods from my "friends", I learned CFM stood for "Come F*** Me". The extremely high heels were an example of them.
In total disbelief, I challenged them accusing them of making it up. Come to find out, if you go to Amazon and search on CFM shoes, you get over 50 hits!
I stand corrected....and I stand a much smarter person this evening. Who would have thought?
Of Socks and Sons
Many people shake their heads when they hear we have five kids. Many almost weep when I tell them they are all boys.
Yes, they eat a lot. Yes, they usually leave the bathroom in a pretty disgusting mess. And yes, they pretty much destroy any nice furniture we were so stupid to have purchased.
With all that in mind, there is one aspect of sons that is driving me bonkers.....especially with two of them now being as big if not bigger than me.
They use and abuse my socks. The two (and as of today three) oldest sons are notorious for pillaging my dresser, taking my socks. Then, they wear them without shoes, outside....or as part of a multi sock set up for basketball, or as they swim with fins.
They are expected to mate their own socks. Unfortunately, I seem to be the only one around that takes that task seriously. Hence, my dilemma.
Do not cry for me, for I have come up with the answer to my problem. I am now purchasing hideous socks. Socks no fashion sensitive child would ever wear. Personally, I detest socks, and only wear them because I have to. I couldn't care less what they look like. However, teen and preteen boys are keenly aware of things like socks.
So, now I am wearing these (amazing what you can find in the discount bin)......
Now, all I need are brown sandals, ivory white legs, and ill fitting shorts. And believe me, I have just about every one of those covered.
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Yes, they eat a lot. Yes, they usually leave the bathroom in a pretty disgusting mess. And yes, they pretty much destroy any nice furniture we were so stupid to have purchased.
With all that in mind, there is one aspect of sons that is driving me bonkers.....especially with two of them now being as big if not bigger than me.
They use and abuse my socks. The two (and as of today three) oldest sons are notorious for pillaging my dresser, taking my socks. Then, they wear them without shoes, outside....or as part of a multi sock set up for basketball, or as they swim with fins.
They are expected to mate their own socks. Unfortunately, I seem to be the only one around that takes that task seriously. Hence, my dilemma.
Do not cry for me, for I have come up with the answer to my problem. I am now purchasing hideous socks. Socks no fashion sensitive child would ever wear. Personally, I detest socks, and only wear them because I have to. I couldn't care less what they look like. However, teen and preteen boys are keenly aware of things like socks.
So, now I am wearing these (amazing what you can find in the discount bin)......
Now, all I need are brown sandals, ivory white legs, and ill fitting shorts. And believe me, I have just about every one of those covered.
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