Even tho it smacks of a resolution (to blog every day), and I'm violently opposed to resolutions as a whole, I'm gonna give it a shot.
I've started to write down some topics for the future, and I'll have to keep at it if I intend to keep you all entertained for 365 days straight.
Well, I may put a photo essay or two in there.
Hell, I may even do some more storytelling.
Or, I'll get a little sauced on my birthday and pass out before I post, and blow in within the 1st two weeks.....
Either way, I'm tossing my hat into the ring.
Any of you man (or woman) enough to keep up with me?
Look for more tomorrow.
And tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...
Buenos con queso,
T.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
That Motherfucker Got Hit.....
There's a lot to talk about tonight.
I'm watching the Titans play the Colts. It's a win or go home game for Tennessee, and basically their whole season rides on this game. There was a play....I'm not sure when, but the kick returner for the Titans got fucking leveled. I tried to find the video somewhere, but I couldn't.
Watch a couple of minutes of ESPN, and you'll see it.
Then there's this. Whew, I just don't know if I have it in me. First there was my self imposed 'post everyday for a month,' and shortly after that there was NaBloPoMo.
But every day for a year?
Well, at least I still have a day to decide.....
I found out how great the 'watch instantly' feature of Netflix. It's way cool. I clicked around a bit, and within seconds of deciding on Heavy Metal, it was streaming to my computer. It was NOT grainy. It was NOT slow. It DIDN'T lag. I would go so far as to say it was perfect. Just like watching a DVD.
I got a holiday letter from my daughter. She's got more animals on the farm, and is going to be getting her....sigh...learner's permit. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sad she's going to start driving or anything. Just that 'my little girl' is old enough to drive.
Almost.
Makes a guy feel old.
I've got another birthday a couple weeks out. If you've been around for a while, you know how I feel about birthdays. It's kinda funny that my boss has the same birthday as me. She said we'll do something special for lunch the Sunday after, as we're both off on the day.
Last thing:
It kinda snuck up on me, and I'm not sure it's really an event or anything, but I'm astonished to say that this is my 500th post.
Guess that's all I've got for now.
Buenos con queso,
T.
I'm watching the Titans play the Colts. It's a win or go home game for Tennessee, and basically their whole season rides on this game. There was a play....I'm not sure when, but the kick returner for the Titans got fucking leveled. I tried to find the video somewhere, but I couldn't.
Watch a couple of minutes of ESPN, and you'll see it.
Then there's this. Whew, I just don't know if I have it in me. First there was my self imposed 'post everyday for a month,' and shortly after that there was NaBloPoMo.
But every day for a year?
Well, at least I still have a day to decide.....
I found out how great the 'watch instantly' feature of Netflix. It's way cool. I clicked around a bit, and within seconds of deciding on Heavy Metal, it was streaming to my computer. It was NOT grainy. It was NOT slow. It DIDN'T lag. I would go so far as to say it was perfect. Just like watching a DVD.
I got a holiday letter from my daughter. She's got more animals on the farm, and is going to be getting her....sigh...learner's permit. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sad she's going to start driving or anything. Just that 'my little girl' is old enough to drive.
Almost.
Makes a guy feel old.
I've got another birthday a couple weeks out. If you've been around for a while, you know how I feel about birthdays. It's kinda funny that my boss has the same birthday as me. She said we'll do something special for lunch the Sunday after, as we're both off on the day.
Last thing:
It kinda snuck up on me, and I'm not sure it's really an event or anything, but I'm astonished to say that this is my 500th post.
Guess that's all I've got for now.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
It's not Smile, but it's the best I've got...
I've bitched about mentioned the climate here before.
Once or twice.
Maybe.
There is, however, one aspect I'm not sure I ever addressed. The dryness. Sure, it's fuckin' hot here. Sure, it's fuckin cold here. We get snow, we get rain, but not nearly as much as they get some places.
On average, Carson City receives an average of 10.8 inches of rain. Hell, Death Valley gets about 2.
On top of all that, you've got wind. Lots of wind. That dries stuff out winter or summer.
The dryness here impacts many aspects of daily life:
Your skin: I've almost always got at least one or two hangnails, but then, I don't really use lotion. My lips are almost always on the verge chapping. My eyes sometimes feel as if they're full of sand.
Your hair, of course is drier, straighter. You get thirsty faster, and those that landscape are in an almost constant battle to keep yards alive, let alone thriving.
For me, the worst one is dry eyes. I found out a loooong time ago that my eyes tended to dry out in this climate. Sitting in front of a computer all day doesn't help.
It's not unbearable or anything, I mean, you take steps, right?
You know I use Carmex, and take care of my hair. I suppose I could use lotion.
Eyes? Well, there are some choices.
Visine
Not bad, it helps keep them moist, but it's just a wetting agent.
Clear eyes
Anyone, anyone?
Or any of many, many takes off on those. They all work. Hell, read the ingredients. They're basically the same fucking thing. Visine has what, 9 types? How different can they be, I mean really? Some years ago (theres that phrase again) a friend of mine handed me a bottle of eye drops. It is, bar none, the most unique such container I've ever seen.
It had a stylized face on it, and a single word.
Smile.
I turned the bottle over, and the instructions/ingredients were in Japanese. Turns out a friend of his had hosted a Japanese foreign exchange student, and this was something he'd brougut over. I opened the bottle, set myself, and its's : right eye, drop, left eye, drop; right eye, drop, left eye, drop. Just like always.
As I'm going for the second drop, Mark is saying 'No...Only 1!!'
Let's see if I can describe it. It felt almost as if my eyes had frozen solid.
But they were burning.
In that good way. And, there's no other way to describe it, but they made my eyes taste peppermint. I know that's a tough concept to wrap your head around, but take my word for it.
The best part was, they worked.
Once I got used to them, their intensity (and only used one drop per eye) they were a wonder. I only ever had one bottle, and by the time it ran out, I'd lost touch with Mark and the others. I've been looking for another bottle ever since.
Literally.
Then one day, I saw that they were releasing Rhoto eye drops in the States, and I was stoked. I knew from my research that, while not Smile per se, they were in the same class. I rushed out and bought a bottle....and was sadly disappointed. It had been Americanized. It was nothing like the class of 'hard minty eyedrops' that they use in Japan. It was, in fact 'almost, but not quite, entirely unlike Smile,' to paraphrase Douglas Adams.
Then, the other day on Ebay, I found these. I had to order some. The were in my mailbox when I came home Christmas morning. They are much more the shit, though I still don't know if they're as strong as Smile was. Could be some fuzzy rememberiing on my part too.
Anyway, enough blather.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Once or twice.
Maybe.
There is, however, one aspect I'm not sure I ever addressed. The dryness. Sure, it's fuckin' hot here. Sure, it's fuckin cold here. We get snow, we get rain, but not nearly as much as they get some places.
On average, Carson City receives an average of 10.8 inches of rain. Hell, Death Valley gets about 2.
On top of all that, you've got wind. Lots of wind. That dries stuff out winter or summer.
The dryness here impacts many aspects of daily life:
Your skin: I've almost always got at least one or two hangnails, but then, I don't really use lotion. My lips are almost always on the verge chapping. My eyes sometimes feel as if they're full of sand.
Your hair, of course is drier, straighter. You get thirsty faster, and those that landscape are in an almost constant battle to keep yards alive, let alone thriving.
For me, the worst one is dry eyes. I found out a loooong time ago that my eyes tended to dry out in this climate. Sitting in front of a computer all day doesn't help.
It's not unbearable or anything, I mean, you take steps, right?
You know I use Carmex, and take care of my hair. I suppose I could use lotion.
Eyes? Well, there are some choices.
Not bad, it helps keep them moist, but it's just a wetting agent.
Anyone, anyone?
Or any of many, many takes off on those. They all work. Hell, read the ingredients. They're basically the same fucking thing. Visine has what, 9 types? How different can they be, I mean really? Some years ago (theres that phrase again) a friend of mine handed me a bottle of eye drops. It is, bar none, the most unique such container I've ever seen.
It had a stylized face on it, and a single word.
Smile.
I turned the bottle over, and the instructions/ingredients were in Japanese. Turns out a friend of his had hosted a Japanese foreign exchange student, and this was something he'd brougut over. I opened the bottle, set myself, and its's : right eye, drop, left eye, drop; right eye, drop, left eye, drop. Just like always.
As I'm going for the second drop, Mark is saying 'No...Only 1!!'
Let's see if I can describe it. It felt almost as if my eyes had frozen solid.
But they were burning.
In that good way. And, there's no other way to describe it, but they made my eyes taste peppermint. I know that's a tough concept to wrap your head around, but take my word for it.
The best part was, they worked.
Once I got used to them, their intensity (and only used one drop per eye) they were a wonder. I only ever had one bottle, and by the time it ran out, I'd lost touch with Mark and the others. I've been looking for another bottle ever since.
Literally.
Then one day, I saw that they were releasing Rhoto eye drops in the States, and I was stoked. I knew from my research that, while not Smile per se, they were in the same class. I rushed out and bought a bottle....and was sadly disappointed. It had been Americanized. It was nothing like the class of 'hard minty eyedrops' that they use in Japan. It was, in fact 'almost, but not quite, entirely unlike Smile,' to paraphrase Douglas Adams.
Then, the other day on Ebay, I found these. I had to order some. The were in my mailbox when I came home Christmas morning. They are much more the shit, though I still don't know if they're as strong as Smile was. Could be some fuzzy rememberiing on my part too.
Anyway, enough blather.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
It fucking snowed again.....
I mean, it's just a light dusting atm, but it's supposed to snow for the next 2 days also.
What a crock of shit.
The weather always sucks on my days off. Not sure why that is really, but it's been that way for a looooong time.
Have I told you that I've started collecting world coins again? Yeah, I used to have a whole jar of silver/foreign coins that I kept on my desk. I lost that in the war.
But, I digress.....
Again, I have to thank Al Gore for inventing the internet. I have, in like 2 weeks, managed to procure a coin collection that puts my old one to shame (minus silver and american coins none in any i bought so far). It's been an ebay thing, and it's all commissions from sales I made, so I don't really count it as money.
I've never had it, and I'm certainly not going to miss it if it's gone.
With 3 small purchases (less than 30 bucks total) I have amassed this:
The mass of coins in the middle are all the ones I've been able to positively identify. The baggie on the right is full of coins I've identified to a degree. How I mean that is I found a site with pictures of most of the coins in the world, and by just scanning the pix there, I've realized what some of my 'mystery' coins are, but they're still hopelessy mixed up right now. The few coins on the left are the cool coins I've found so far. Can you see the little copper one with the hole in the center?
Oh, and my favorite 4:
These consist of the topmost one: Haiti-my 'voodoo' coin, the one on the left: I think an actual silver coin, judging by weight and wear patterns, and the two Russian coins.
Well, actually the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, or the C.C.C.P.
Hell, it's worth it just for those 4 coins as far as I'm concerned. And I've got an assload of them. I'm not sure exactly where I'm going with the whole collection thing yet, but I'm having fun traveling the world through coinage.
Ok, I think that's it. If you're nice to me, maybe I'll put up some pics of the snow tomorrow.
Or maybe I won't. I was thinking about sleeping all day tomorrow.....
Yeah, right. See ya about six.
Buenos con queso,
T.
What a crock of shit.
The weather always sucks on my days off. Not sure why that is really, but it's been that way for a looooong time.
Have I told you that I've started collecting world coins again? Yeah, I used to have a whole jar of silver/foreign coins that I kept on my desk. I lost that in the war.
But, I digress.....
Again, I have to thank Al Gore for inventing the internet. I have, in like 2 weeks, managed to procure a coin collection that puts my old one to shame (minus silver and american coins none in any i bought so far). It's been an ebay thing, and it's all commissions from sales I made, so I don't really count it as money.
I've never had it, and I'm certainly not going to miss it if it's gone.
With 3 small purchases (less than 30 bucks total) I have amassed this:
The mass of coins in the middle are all the ones I've been able to positively identify. The baggie on the right is full of coins I've identified to a degree. How I mean that is I found a site with pictures of most of the coins in the world, and by just scanning the pix there, I've realized what some of my 'mystery' coins are, but they're still hopelessy mixed up right now. The few coins on the left are the cool coins I've found so far. Can you see the little copper one with the hole in the center?
Oh, and my favorite 4:
These consist of the topmost one: Haiti-my 'voodoo' coin, the one on the left: I think an actual silver coin, judging by weight and wear patterns, and the two Russian coins.
Well, actually the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, or the C.C.C.P.
Hell, it's worth it just for those 4 coins as far as I'm concerned. And I've got an assload of them. I'm not sure exactly where I'm going with the whole collection thing yet, but I'm having fun traveling the world through coinage.
Ok, I think that's it. If you're nice to me, maybe I'll put up some pics of the snow tomorrow.
Or maybe I won't. I was thinking about sleeping all day tomorrow.....
Yeah, right. See ya about six.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Ok, beauty. Like happy Boxing Day, eh?
Well, that's what they call it in Canada. The idea being (i think) that today is the biggest return day in retail, and everybody 'boxes' everything up to take it back to the store. You know, Boxing Day.....
Anyhoozle, on to the tales of gifts in disguise. My sister's living room is notorious for not having an easy way to tell the time. No clocks easily visible, none on the dvd/vcr combo, only 1, hidden on the mantle. Pops and I decided to give her a clock:
for Christmas. Of course, nothing in our family is that easy. We had considered re-wrapping the glasses mentioned a few posts back, but I was struck with inspiration. Sitting in the living room, it came to me: Why not make her a clock.
I mean a total ghetto clock, cardboard, numbers drawn on, but with a real clock works installed to make it functional. Well, I wavered on the numbers, and actually printed them out, but here is what she opened first:
I don't know what's funnier, the clock, or the fact that it actually works, and keeps quartz accurate time.
My niece we gave Ratchet and Clank:
I mean Ratchet and Clank:
Of course, just putting it in that box wasn't enough. Not by a long shot. We also added a couple pieces of 2 x 4, and rubber banded the game itself to a piece of 2 x 6, just to give the box sufficient weight.
I got a lot of little cool stuff, such as a bonsai garden kit, an origami with dollar bills book (i love folding money), and my mom gave me the one gift I really look forward to all year. 12 pairs of new socks.
Oh, and she also gave me something I've wanted for a while now:
Thanks again, Mom.
You see, I'm a pretty good cook, and I think with some practice I could be a baker as well. So, in a month or so I'll be a pastry chef, and if you want any yummy goodies...well, you'll have to beg.
Or at least send me an address to ship to.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday.....
Buenos con queso,
T.
Anyhoozle, on to the tales of gifts in disguise. My sister's living room is notorious for not having an easy way to tell the time. No clocks easily visible, none on the dvd/vcr combo, only 1, hidden on the mantle. Pops and I decided to give her a clock:
for Christmas. Of course, nothing in our family is that easy. We had considered re-wrapping the glasses mentioned a few posts back, but I was struck with inspiration. Sitting in the living room, it came to me: Why not make her a clock.
I mean a total ghetto clock, cardboard, numbers drawn on, but with a real clock works installed to make it functional. Well, I wavered on the numbers, and actually printed them out, but here is what she opened first:
I don't know what's funnier, the clock, or the fact that it actually works, and keeps quartz accurate time.
My niece we gave Ratchet and Clank:
I mean Ratchet and Clank:
Of course, just putting it in that box wasn't enough. Not by a long shot. We also added a couple pieces of 2 x 4, and rubber banded the game itself to a piece of 2 x 6, just to give the box sufficient weight.
I got a lot of little cool stuff, such as a bonsai garden kit, an origami with dollar bills book (i love folding money), and my mom gave me the one gift I really look forward to all year. 12 pairs of new socks.
Oh, and she also gave me something I've wanted for a while now:
Thanks again, Mom.
You see, I'm a pretty good cook, and I think with some practice I could be a baker as well. So, in a month or so I'll be a pastry chef, and if you want any yummy goodies...well, you'll have to beg.
Or at least send me an address to ship to.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday.....
Buenos con queso,
T.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Merry Christmas all y'all....
Yesterday was a bit hectic, thus the lack of a post.
Today promises to be at least a little less so, but we'll see. As you can see by the time stamp on this post, I woke up tooooo fucking early again.
It was just about a quarter to 4 when my rebellious brain started kicking at the inside of my skull, telling me to get up.
Well, just so you know, we did our big Christmas dinner (prime rib garlic mashed potatoes sauteed brussels sprouts), and it was fucking awesome. Pops cooked the roast to perfection, and Sis's potatoes rocked the house. The sprouts, cut in half and cooked in butter with bacon are sooooo the shit.
I ate myself into a coma.
We haven't done gifts yet (obviously as im the only one up) but I'll prolly post again later with a loot update.....
Buenos con queso,
T.
Today promises to be at least a little less so, but we'll see. As you can see by the time stamp on this post, I woke up tooooo fucking early again.
It was just about a quarter to 4 when my rebellious brain started kicking at the inside of my skull, telling me to get up.
Well, just so you know, we did our big Christmas dinner (prime rib garlic mashed potatoes sauteed brussels sprouts), and it was fucking awesome. Pops cooked the roast to perfection, and Sis's potatoes rocked the house. The sprouts, cut in half and cooked in butter with bacon are sooooo the shit.
I ate myself into a coma.
We haven't done gifts yet (obviously as im the only one up) but I'll prolly post again later with a loot update.....
Buenos con queso,
T.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
I missed a day.....
I fully intended to blog yesterday, but my day mutated beyond my control, and I ended up just falling asleep exhausted.
It involved some shopping, a trip to Reno, and some gambling/drinking.
I woke up way to early (big surprise), like 5:30, a didn't get done with my day until nearly midnight. I made a couple bucks at the casino, which was cool. I didn't finance my trip to Japan or anything, but it gave me some extra spening $$$.
That's always a good thing.
Of course, the one thing I was looking for at Best Buy, they were sold out of. I also went to Barnes and Noble, and priced some audio/text Japanese language courses. After that we went to the mall, and it was fucking packed. We popped into See's (i fucking love sees) and I bought a :
Dayum, that's good.
After that we went to the calendar store for a bit, and then we slid into Hot Topic. I saw some cool stuffs, but I didn't buy anything. Well, I did, but it was part of a Christmas gift for my niece.
After fighting the crowds at the mall, I felt a beer was in order, so the three of us took a cab over to the Gold Dust, where they'll give them to you for free.
Well, as long as you're gambling.....
Just so you know, my game of choice is video keno. I've got some tickets that hit pretty regularly, as most of you know. Well, I almost hit one last night. I hit 7 out of 8 spots.
Now, the money I won wasn't bad, and the highest win wasn't much bigger than I money I got, but it's a principle thing. If you're going to give me 7, why not give me 8?
I mean really, would it fucking kill you?
Anyhow, I got my beer on for a bit, and by the time we called our return cab I was pretty burned out. I'll tell you this though, I was still determined to blog. I came upstairs, fired up the puter, sat down on my bed to take my shoes off, and promptly fell asleep.
Well, Erin Brockovich is on, and even tho it's on network I think I'll let run in the background while I read a book for a bit.
Buenos con queso,
T.
It involved some shopping, a trip to Reno, and some gambling/drinking.
I woke up way to early (big surprise), like 5:30, a didn't get done with my day until nearly midnight. I made a couple bucks at the casino, which was cool. I didn't finance my trip to Japan or anything, but it gave me some extra spening $$$.
That's always a good thing.
Of course, the one thing I was looking for at Best Buy, they were sold out of. I also went to Barnes and Noble, and priced some audio/text Japanese language courses. After that we went to the mall, and it was fucking packed. We popped into See's (i fucking love sees) and I bought a :
Dayum, that's good.
After that we went to the calendar store for a bit, and then we slid into Hot Topic. I saw some cool stuffs, but I didn't buy anything. Well, I did, but it was part of a Christmas gift for my niece.
After fighting the crowds at the mall, I felt a beer was in order, so the three of us took a cab over to the Gold Dust, where they'll give them to you for free.
Well, as long as you're gambling.....
Just so you know, my game of choice is video keno. I've got some tickets that hit pretty regularly, as most of you know. Well, I almost hit one last night. I hit 7 out of 8 spots.
Now, the money I won wasn't bad, and the highest win wasn't much bigger than I money I got, but it's a principle thing. If you're going to give me 7, why not give me 8?
I mean really, would it fucking kill you?
Anyhow, I got my beer on for a bit, and by the time we called our return cab I was pretty burned out. I'll tell you this though, I was still determined to blog. I came upstairs, fired up the puter, sat down on my bed to take my shoes off, and promptly fell asleep.
Well, Erin Brockovich is on, and even tho it's on network I think I'll let run in the background while I read a book for a bit.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Mr. and Mrs Spears must be soooo proud.....
Yeah, they've got to be just about bursting what with their 26-year-old divorced pregnant meltdown machine and the newly whorish 16-year-old mommy to be.
It fucking boggles the mind.
Not as much as this. I mean, the book was deal was prolly fostered long before Jamie Lynn started doing the horizontal bob with her (possibly) statutory rapist boyfriend, but we all see what a mess she made of Britney.
I'm afraid to even begin to ponder what type of advice this Rhoades scholar would have given to aid in the molding of young minds. Who in the fuck decided that she had anything good to say about raising kids?
I guess it must have been her own stellar performance in that area.
Well, it's my Friday, and I made it through another week, but I'm dog fucking tired, so that's all you get tonight.
Buenos con queso,
T.
It fucking boggles the mind.
Not as much as this. I mean, the book was deal was prolly fostered long before Jamie Lynn started doing the horizontal bob with her (possibly) statutory rapist boyfriend, but we all see what a mess she made of Britney.
I'm afraid to even begin to ponder what type of advice this Rhoades scholar would have given to aid in the molding of young minds. Who in the fuck decided that she had anything good to say about raising kids?
I guess it must have been her own stellar performance in that area.
Well, it's my Friday, and I made it through another week, but I'm dog fucking tired, so that's all you get tonight.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I've decided to go to Japan.....
Not like tomorrow or anything, but I'm going to do it.
You see, I've been facinated with all things Japanese for a long time now.
The people. The culture. The martial arts.
All of it. Even before I saw Shogun as a kid.
I think I may have been Japanese in a previous life. I'm not really sure of the level of belief I have in acutal reincarnation, and it usually varies in direct proportion with my blood alcohol level, but if it's real, I know I was Japanese before.
'What prompted this momentous decision,' I can hear you ask.
Well, let me tell you. I was farting around on Travelocity/Expedia, and just randomly plugging in cities and dates, so I'm not sure if it's off season or not, and believe me when I actually go (in a year and a half or so) I'll pay more attention, but I found a 2 week trip with a 3 star hotel and round-trip air fare for just about 2 grand.
That's pretty fuckin' cheap if you ask me. Not that you did, but I'd happily pay that kind of money to hang out in Tokoyo for 2 weeks. So, I'm starting to save now so that when the time comes, I'll have spending money too.
Oh, and Kelwhy.....We must be, like, totally on the same wavelength, because even as I was ending my post yesterday, I was thinking of putting a link in to this post. Kinda funny, no?
Buenos con queso,
T.
You see, I've been facinated with all things Japanese for a long time now.
The people. The culture. The martial arts.
All of it. Even before I saw Shogun as a kid.
I think I may have been Japanese in a previous life. I'm not really sure of the level of belief I have in acutal reincarnation, and it usually varies in direct proportion with my blood alcohol level, but if it's real, I know I was Japanese before.
'What prompted this momentous decision,' I can hear you ask.
Well, let me tell you. I was farting around on Travelocity/Expedia, and just randomly plugging in cities and dates, so I'm not sure if it's off season or not, and believe me when I actually go (in a year and a half or so) I'll pay more attention, but I found a 2 week trip with a 3 star hotel and round-trip air fare for just about 2 grand.
That's pretty fuckin' cheap if you ask me. Not that you did, but I'd happily pay that kind of money to hang out in Tokoyo for 2 weeks. So, I'm starting to save now so that when the time comes, I'll have spending money too.
Oh, and Kelwhy.....We must be, like, totally on the same wavelength, because even as I was ending my post yesterday, I was thinking of putting a link in to this post. Kinda funny, no?
Buenos con queso,
T.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Well, it's happening again.....
Time was, there was a ton of blogs in my daily rotation. Hell, I read so many I'm surprised I ever found time to post. Then, I just kinda fell out of the routine and stopped hitting 20 sites or so every day.
I just didn't have the time.
Now, with the whole Blog Crush thing, I find my daily list expanding again. Not that I've linked all the sites yet or anything, but my favorites list is getting longer every day.
There's not really much more today. I'm kinda lame that way.
I will say this tho: We have a whole 'screw with you' theme that we do at Christmas. Not a malicious, hurtful type of thing, but a fun 'we got you' type of thing.
Like last year, telling my niece that the big tv/vcr/dvd combo that they were 'hiding' at her house was mine.
Only to reveal on Christmas day that it was, in fact, hers.
Or Pops and I wrapping and re-gifting a set of glasses we had bought for Sis (that she had given back to us).
You know, little things like that. We have plans for a couple good ones this year which I'll tell you about after the fact. I'm not sure if Sis read here much (or ever for that matter) but on the off chance that she stops by, I want them to be as much of a surprise for her as they will be for everyone.
I suppose that will have to hold you for now, as I'm drawing a blank.
Buenos con queso,
T.
I just didn't have the time.
Now, with the whole Blog Crush thing, I find my daily list expanding again. Not that I've linked all the sites yet or anything, but my favorites list is getting longer every day.
There's not really much more today. I'm kinda lame that way.
I will say this tho: We have a whole 'screw with you' theme that we do at Christmas. Not a malicious, hurtful type of thing, but a fun 'we got you' type of thing.
Like last year, telling my niece that the big tv/vcr/dvd combo that they were 'hiding' at her house was mine.
Only to reveal on Christmas day that it was, in fact, hers.
Or Pops and I wrapping and re-gifting a set of glasses we had bought for Sis (that she had given back to us).
You know, little things like that. We have plans for a couple good ones this year which I'll tell you about after the fact. I'm not sure if Sis read here much (or ever for that matter) but on the off chance that she stops by, I want them to be as much of a surprise for her as they will be for everyone.
I suppose that will have to hold you for now, as I'm drawing a blank.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Monday, December 17, 2007
There are some jokes I can't tell at work.....
Not because I'm being politically correct, or because I think I might offend someone. I've always thought that political correctness could kiss my non-existant white ass, and offending people with jokes is one reason we tell them, is it not?
No, this self-prohibition from jokes centers around the fact that people wouldn't get them, and I hate having to explain my jokes. Perhaps I should clarify that a bit. Just so you know, I'm not above repeating a bad pun, or pointing out the irony of a situation.
Hell, that's what I do. No, it's more along the lines of topical jokes. You know, the ones based on celebs or other people in the news. You see, most of the people I work with weren't even born when I was in High School. My bosses get them, cause we/re actually about the age. If, however, I was to ask C for instance 'What did Robert Wagner say to Natalie Wood the night she died?' I'm pretty sure she wouldn't even know who those people are.
Oh, and in case you're wondering 'I don't mind if you drink dear, just don't go overboard.'
Now you see, that's pretty funny. But it's very age specific, and requires you to know people from years ago that aren't all that prominent now.
Couple more things:
I was trying that whole 'comment verification' thing, but I'm not sure it was working. If you commented in the past couple days and it hasn't shown up, please comment again. I turned that crapola off.
Mark your calendars folks, cause I go under the needle again on February the 1st, this time to pay homage to Douglas Adams, and all things Hitchhiker related.
Well, except for the movie, that totally sucked donkey balls.
Or monkey balls.
Or both.
In any event, as you're prolly dying of curiosity, I'm getting the words 'Don't Panic' on the backs of my arms.
You'll either get that, or you won't. If you do, thanks for reading. If you don't, go get a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and if you can't afford one, let me know, I'll buy you one.
Ok, that's me done.
Carne del diablo,
T.
No, this self-prohibition from jokes centers around the fact that people wouldn't get them, and I hate having to explain my jokes. Perhaps I should clarify that a bit. Just so you know, I'm not above repeating a bad pun, or pointing out the irony of a situation.
Hell, that's what I do. No, it's more along the lines of topical jokes. You know, the ones based on celebs or other people in the news. You see, most of the people I work with weren't even born when I was in High School. My bosses get them, cause we/re actually about the age. If, however, I was to ask C for instance 'What did Robert Wagner say to Natalie Wood the night she died?' I'm pretty sure she wouldn't even know who those people are.
Oh, and in case you're wondering 'I don't mind if you drink dear, just don't go overboard.'
Now you see, that's pretty funny. But it's very age specific, and requires you to know people from years ago that aren't all that prominent now.
Couple more things:
I was trying that whole 'comment verification' thing, but I'm not sure it was working. If you commented in the past couple days and it hasn't shown up, please comment again. I turned that crapola off.
Mark your calendars folks, cause I go under the needle again on February the 1st, this time to pay homage to Douglas Adams, and all things Hitchhiker related.
Well, except for the movie, that totally sucked donkey balls.
Or monkey balls.
Or both.
In any event, as you're prolly dying of curiosity, I'm getting the words 'Don't Panic' on the backs of my arms.
You'll either get that, or you won't. If you do, thanks for reading. If you don't, go get a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and if you can't afford one, let me know, I'll buy you one.
Ok, that's me done.
Carne del diablo,
T.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Leaving the ground at highway speeds.....
The airfoil is an amazing thing.
It's hard to believe that a shape is responsible for human flight, but there you have it. What brought me to this particular blog was thinking about my past. You see, a while back, when I still worked for the newspaper, the Civil Air Patrol was having a drill.
This is the group of people (all volunteers if memory serves) that are called into action when a small plane goes missing. There's prolly more to it than that, but I'm not going to do all the research to find out, and it's not central to my story in any event.
All you need to know is that none of the other photogs wanted to go up in the search plane, a Cessna 4-seater, and I jumped at the chance. I mean, really, wouldn't you?
In any event, I was in the plane slated to find the 'downed aircraft,' which was actually debris from an older crash, and I was stoked. I've had flight in my blood for as long as I can remember, and if you offered me a chance to go into the air in anything, I'm your boy.
So, picture it: I'm in the back, camera bag on the seat behind me, peering forward at the instrument panel. I had a class in High School, Aviation Science, and while I may not be a certified pilot, I can certainly read the instrumentation. I was watching the Air Speed Indicator (speedomoter when on the ground) intently, and I shit you not, we left the ground at 65 mph.
Yes, you read that right. 65 miles an hour. It's kinda cool if you think about it. Cars go fast enough to fly, if only they were shaped a little different and equipped with wings.
Not that I think it's a good idea for cars to fly. The idiots out there are bad enough on the ground. I hate to think what would happen if people could just take off and land wherever they chose. The very thought makes my blood run cold.
Buenos con queso,
T.
It's hard to believe that a shape is responsible for human flight, but there you have it. What brought me to this particular blog was thinking about my past. You see, a while back, when I still worked for the newspaper, the Civil Air Patrol was having a drill.
This is the group of people (all volunteers if memory serves) that are called into action when a small plane goes missing. There's prolly more to it than that, but I'm not going to do all the research to find out, and it's not central to my story in any event.
All you need to know is that none of the other photogs wanted to go up in the search plane, a Cessna 4-seater, and I jumped at the chance. I mean, really, wouldn't you?
In any event, I was in the plane slated to find the 'downed aircraft,' which was actually debris from an older crash, and I was stoked. I've had flight in my blood for as long as I can remember, and if you offered me a chance to go into the air in anything, I'm your boy.
So, picture it: I'm in the back, camera bag on the seat behind me, peering forward at the instrument panel. I had a class in High School, Aviation Science, and while I may not be a certified pilot, I can certainly read the instrumentation. I was watching the Air Speed Indicator (speedomoter when on the ground) intently, and I shit you not, we left the ground at 65 mph.
Yes, you read that right. 65 miles an hour. It's kinda cool if you think about it. Cars go fast enough to fly, if only they were shaped a little different and equipped with wings.
Not that I think it's a good idea for cars to fly. The idiots out there are bad enough on the ground. I hate to think what would happen if people could just take off and land wherever they chose. The very thought makes my blood run cold.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Friday, December 14, 2007
We all have crushes, I suppose.....
It's been a long time since I've had a crush of any type, but in the spirit of Blog Crush Day I've decided to come clean.
To me a crush usually implies somebody new.
Someone you've just met and can't stop thinking about. Someone who makes your life funner and more interesting. Most of the folks over there -----> started out as crushes, and have become life long loves.
The newest addition, and I'm happy to say, my Official Blog Crush, is
The Queen of All Things Sparkly.
I found her by way of NaBloPoMo, and she's the first site I check every day now. She's witty, sarcastic, and knows how to have a good laugh.
Go check her out, and you'll see what I mean.
Carne del diablo,
T.
To me a crush usually implies somebody new.
Someone you've just met and can't stop thinking about. Someone who makes your life funner and more interesting. Most of the folks over there -----> started out as crushes, and have become life long loves.
The newest addition, and I'm happy to say, my Official Blog Crush, is
The Queen of All Things Sparkly.
I found her by way of NaBloPoMo, and she's the first site I check every day now. She's witty, sarcastic, and knows how to have a good laugh.
Go check her out, and you'll see what I mean.
Carne del diablo,
T.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
I promise that when I'm famous, I'll still talk to you all.....
Well, at least I'll still blog.
I may very well be too important to actually talk to any of you, but at least you'll all be able to say 'you know, I knew him when he was nothing.'
You may wonder at the source of this soon to be new-found fame, and you are right to. I shall end the suspense, however with the following anecdote:
Some years ago, mostly at my sister's behest, I registered with Nevada Casting. As you might imagine, they get contacted and contracted to solicit extras as well as persons with speaking parts in movies filmed in and around Northern Nevada.
Yesterday, I received the following message from the abovementioned place of business:
Please read the attached document.
The dates that extras are needed are set for March 18, 19, 20, 2007, these dates could change. Extras are being paid for this film, $60.00 for 8 hours. Start looking for 70’s clothes. . .
Below is said attachment...
Toni Suttie announced that Taylor Hackford, Marty Katz, and Nancy Klopper have officially asked Integrity Casting to work alongside them on their new Capital Films project “Love Ranch”. Due to be released in 2009, “Love Ranch” is a drama centered on a married couple who opened the first legal brothel in Nevada.
Based on real events, “Love Ranch” stars Joe Pesci (“Lethal Weapon”, “Casino”, “Goodfellas”) and academy award winner Helen Mirren (“Teaching Mrs.Tingle”, “Calendar Girls”, “The Queen”). Taylor Hackford, known for producing and directing the blockbuster hit “Ray” will direct “Love Ranch” and also act as producer alongside Marty Katz (“Reindeer Games”).
Integrity Casting has asked Nevada Casting to assist in finding talent for numerous roles, including supporting and speaking roles as well as background players. Integrity and Nevada Casting have also been asked to provide vehicles from 1955 to 1976 for this period piece. Filming in Northern Nevada is scheduled to occur in March, 2008.
If you are interested in working as an Extra on this film you will need to come in to our office located at 100 Washington St. #100 and update your paperwork and bring in 3 pictures of yourself, preferably ¾ shots.
Additional information can be found by clicking on the attached link:
http://www.thehollywoodnews.com/artman2/publish/movie_news/Joe_Pesci_returns_to_our_screen_for_Love_Ranch_20151007.php
http://www.latinoreview.com/news/pesci-mirren-off-to-love-ranch-3062
I'm not going to turn those into links. If you want to visit them, simply copy and paste to your address bar.
You all know how to do that, right?
How you may ask, is this going to make me famous? Well, let me clear up the confusion. Some of you new readers may not know that I am, in fact, a long-haired hippie type. My hair is currently almost down to my ass. Now, couple that with a headbandanna, a pair of John Lennon spectacles, some bell bottom jeans, and a vest/tye dye shirt combo, and I'm the quintessential '70's dude.
See what's going to happen is this: I'm going to go up there, of course. I'm going to be cast as an extra. I'll end up meeting Joe Pesci, and we'll get along famously. He'll invite me to the premiere, where I'll hobnob with all the bigwigs, they'll see me in the movie, and my star will be launched.
I'm sorry to leave you all behind, but there's only so much fame to go around.
Carne del diablo,
T.
I may very well be too important to actually talk to any of you, but at least you'll all be able to say 'you know, I knew him when he was nothing.'
You may wonder at the source of this soon to be new-found fame, and you are right to. I shall end the suspense, however with the following anecdote:
Some years ago, mostly at my sister's behest, I registered with Nevada Casting. As you might imagine, they get contacted and contracted to solicit extras as well as persons with speaking parts in movies filmed in and around Northern Nevada.
Yesterday, I received the following message from the abovementioned place of business:
Please read the attached document.
The dates that extras are needed are set for March 18, 19, 20, 2007, these dates could change. Extras are being paid for this film, $60.00 for 8 hours. Start looking for 70’s clothes. . .
Below is said attachment...
Toni Suttie announced that Taylor Hackford, Marty Katz, and Nancy Klopper have officially asked Integrity Casting to work alongside them on their new Capital Films project “Love Ranch”. Due to be released in 2009, “Love Ranch” is a drama centered on a married couple who opened the first legal brothel in Nevada.
Based on real events, “Love Ranch” stars Joe Pesci (“Lethal Weapon”, “Casino”, “Goodfellas”) and academy award winner Helen Mirren (“Teaching Mrs.Tingle”, “Calendar Girls”, “The Queen”). Taylor Hackford, known for producing and directing the blockbuster hit “Ray” will direct “Love Ranch” and also act as producer alongside Marty Katz (“Reindeer Games”).
Integrity Casting has asked Nevada Casting to assist in finding talent for numerous roles, including supporting and speaking roles as well as background players. Integrity and Nevada Casting have also been asked to provide vehicles from 1955 to 1976 for this period piece. Filming in Northern Nevada is scheduled to occur in March, 2008.
If you are interested in working as an Extra on this film you will need to come in to our office located at 100 Washington St. #100 and update your paperwork and bring in 3 pictures of yourself, preferably ¾ shots.
Additional information can be found by clicking on the attached link:
http://www.thehollywoodnews.com/artman2/publish/movie_news/Joe_Pesci_returns_to_our_screen_for_Love_Ranch_20151007.php
http://www.latinoreview.com/news/pesci-mirren-off-to-love-ranch-3062
I'm not going to turn those into links. If you want to visit them, simply copy and paste to your address bar.
You all know how to do that, right?
How you may ask, is this going to make me famous? Well, let me clear up the confusion. Some of you new readers may not know that I am, in fact, a long-haired hippie type. My hair is currently almost down to my ass. Now, couple that with a headbandanna, a pair of John Lennon spectacles, some bell bottom jeans, and a vest/tye dye shirt combo, and I'm the quintessential '70's dude.
See what's going to happen is this: I'm going to go up there, of course. I'm going to be cast as an extra. I'll end up meeting Joe Pesci, and we'll get along famously. He'll invite me to the premiere, where I'll hobnob with all the bigwigs, they'll see me in the movie, and my star will be launched.
I'm sorry to leave you all behind, but there's only so much fame to go around.
Carne del diablo,
T.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Can I be Frank with you....?
Heh.
You all don't get that joke, but by the end of this post, you will.
You see, I got a very unexpected phone call yesterday. I know you all have heard me talk about Michael, my son. For reasons of privacy, I've never really brought his mom F, into the conversation. That, and I never asked her if it was ok to blog about her.
In any event, back in the day (just before and for a year or two after michael was born) I used to work for her father, Frank. What can I tell you about Frank?
He was a GM line mechanic for 11 years.
He also worked special effects in Hollywood for about the same number of years. You remember the hydraulic lift in Ironside? Yeah, he built that.
Oh, and if you ever catch the appalling piece of crap called A Boy and His Dog, or failing actually watching it, just go to the above link and click on 'more' under the cast and scroll down a bit, you'll see the name Frank Rowe.
Yup, that's him.
This man knows more about motor vehicles than anybody else I know, or have ever known. For instance, once long ago, in the dim days before Al Gore invented the internet, and put worlds of knowledge at our finger tips, I posed Frank a question.
I had long wondered what rack and pinion steering was. I had asked several people, and never gotten an answer. One evening, it occured to me that Frank might have the answer, so I posed the question.
Well, not only did he have the answer, but he grabbed a piece of welding chalk, and got down on the floor and drew diagrams of both rack and pinion steering, and the more conventional worm and sector steering mechanisms.
I was dumfounded. Not only that he had the answer so readily, but that he was able to sketch the whole thing out in a matter of like 2 minutes.
Some years ago, he sold his property in California and moved to Idaho. I helped him in the move, and sadly lost touch with him.
Imagine my surprise, then, when he called me at work yesterday.
Talk about a voice from the past. We chatted for quite a while, exchanging stories from the last 10 years or so, and traded emails so that we can stay in touch. I even made some tentative plans to haul Pops up there to do some fishing. I'd need to get time off though, so we'll see.
Anyhow, just thought I'd share that.
Carne del diablo,
T.
You all don't get that joke, but by the end of this post, you will.
You see, I got a very unexpected phone call yesterday. I know you all have heard me talk about Michael, my son. For reasons of privacy, I've never really brought his mom F, into the conversation. That, and I never asked her if it was ok to blog about her.
In any event, back in the day (just before and for a year or two after michael was born) I used to work for her father, Frank. What can I tell you about Frank?
He was a GM line mechanic for 11 years.
He also worked special effects in Hollywood for about the same number of years. You remember the hydraulic lift in Ironside? Yeah, he built that.
Oh, and if you ever catch the appalling piece of crap called A Boy and His Dog, or failing actually watching it, just go to the above link and click on 'more' under the cast and scroll down a bit, you'll see the name Frank Rowe.
Yup, that's him.
This man knows more about motor vehicles than anybody else I know, or have ever known. For instance, once long ago, in the dim days before Al Gore invented the internet, and put worlds of knowledge at our finger tips, I posed Frank a question.
I had long wondered what rack and pinion steering was. I had asked several people, and never gotten an answer. One evening, it occured to me that Frank might have the answer, so I posed the question.
Well, not only did he have the answer, but he grabbed a piece of welding chalk, and got down on the floor and drew diagrams of both rack and pinion steering, and the more conventional worm and sector steering mechanisms.
I was dumfounded. Not only that he had the answer so readily, but that he was able to sketch the whole thing out in a matter of like 2 minutes.
Some years ago, he sold his property in California and moved to Idaho. I helped him in the move, and sadly lost touch with him.
Imagine my surprise, then, when he called me at work yesterday.
Talk about a voice from the past. We chatted for quite a while, exchanging stories from the last 10 years or so, and traded emails so that we can stay in touch. I even made some tentative plans to haul Pops up there to do some fishing. I'd need to get time off though, so we'll see.
Anyhow, just thought I'd share that.
Carne del diablo,
T.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Where are the Grammar Police when you need them.....?
Owing to the fact that my new job requires me to be online most of my day, I've been reading a lot more email.
Not all of it's mine, per se, but I do have to answer questions about our ebay items. When someone wants to know how big a diamond in a ring is, I get to tell them. When they want to know if we ship outside the United States (even though it is clearly stated on our auction pages that we DONT) I'm the guy that gets to tell the no.
Or when, no shit, I get an email asking what a Blu-Ray DVD is (we have several online atm) I get to put on my Techie hat, and explain the advances in viewing technology over the last few years.
Not all of these letters are coherent, and many have misspellings, but yesterday I found the winner.
Now, we had a ring on sale, and in the title, it clearly states the ring is CZ.
Now, if you don't know, that stands for Cubic Zirconia.
Kind of a no brainer, wouldn't you say?
Well, speaking of no brainer, here's a question I got about the ring in my inbox yesterday. Note: all of the capitalization is left as found.
"THE diamonds IS REAL, THERE ARE natural diamonds OR LAB. WHAT'S quality OF diamonds?
PLEASE LET'S ME KNOW. THANK YOU.'
The only thing that gives me hope is thinking that perhaps the questioner is not a native english speaker. I mean some languages, German for example, have different capitalization rule. In German, you capitalize every noun in every sentence.
I'm not sure which language dictates the use of all caps for words like 'OF', but I'm sure I don't want to speak it, let alone try to write something in it.
Oh, and I've added a new friend over there------>
It's Princess Sparkle Pants.
I like her, so stop by and say hi to her.
Ok, I need to fetch a cup of coffee and check my own email, and read all your stuff.
Carne del diablo,
T.
Not all of it's mine, per se, but I do have to answer questions about our ebay items. When someone wants to know how big a diamond in a ring is, I get to tell them. When they want to know if we ship outside the United States (even though it is clearly stated on our auction pages that we DONT) I'm the guy that gets to tell the no.
Or when, no shit, I get an email asking what a Blu-Ray DVD is (we have several online atm) I get to put on my Techie hat, and explain the advances in viewing technology over the last few years.
Not all of these letters are coherent, and many have misspellings, but yesterday I found the winner.
Now, we had a ring on sale, and in the title, it clearly states the ring is CZ.
Now, if you don't know, that stands for Cubic Zirconia.
Kind of a no brainer, wouldn't you say?
Well, speaking of no brainer, here's a question I got about the ring in my inbox yesterday. Note: all of the capitalization is left as found.
"THE diamonds IS REAL, THERE ARE natural diamonds OR LAB. WHAT'S quality OF diamonds?
PLEASE LET'S ME KNOW. THANK YOU.'
The only thing that gives me hope is thinking that perhaps the questioner is not a native english speaker. I mean some languages, German for example, have different capitalization rule. In German, you capitalize every noun in every sentence.
I'm not sure which language dictates the use of all caps for words like 'OF', but I'm sure I don't want to speak it, let alone try to write something in it.
Oh, and I've added a new friend over there------>
It's Princess Sparkle Pants.
I like her, so stop by and say hi to her.
Ok, I need to fetch a cup of coffee and check my own email, and read all your stuff.
Carne del diablo,
T.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
It was bound to happen.....
I think I may have mentioned that Sundays are my 'late days,' i.e. I don't have to be to work until 10am. I also get off at 5, which is nice. Due to the fact that I go in an hour later, I usually start my whole day an hour later, you know, getting up, shower, getting ready...all that happy horseshit.
Except for today that is. Yeah, like any good workbot, I got up at 7 and hopped in the shower. It was about 10 mins ago, as I was sitting on the couch enjoying a cup of Komodo Dragon and watching some NFL pregame stuff when it hit me.
It's fucking 7:30, and I don't have to be to work until 10.
Yeah, that's how I roll.
Well, in all actuality, it is. I'm usually early.
For everything. Even work. Even on the average day, I'm at work 15 mins or so early. It's just my way. 'Sides, I need that long to deal with the fact that I'm at work.
Oh well, I guess that means I'll do a little more reading this am.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Except for today that is. Yeah, like any good workbot, I got up at 7 and hopped in the shower. It was about 10 mins ago, as I was sitting on the couch enjoying a cup of Komodo Dragon and watching some NFL pregame stuff when it hit me.
It's fucking 7:30, and I don't have to be to work until 10.
Yeah, that's how I roll.
Well, in all actuality, it is. I'm usually early.
For everything. Even work. Even on the average day, I'm at work 15 mins or so early. It's just my way. 'Sides, I need that long to deal with the fact that I'm at work.
Oh well, I guess that means I'll do a little more reading this am.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
So, once again, my prophecy is borne out.....
As I type this, 8:30 on Saturday, December 8th, the Turner Classic Movies channel is showing...
Drumroll, please....
Casablanca.
I know, right?
It was what, 2...3 days ago I was talking about it, and now, here it is. I wish I could channel this ability into a profitable enterprise, such as the stock market, or failing that, the lottery.
Or something.
I don't really have much to say tonight. I can tell you that I didn't do fuck all today, and I enjoyed the Hell out of it. Well, I went to WallyWorld for a few, but I didn't buy anything.
Oh, and I went to Papa Murphy's for dinner. 2 large pizzas for the price of one large from Domino's.
Oh, and Papa's is better.
Well, I guess we'll always have Paris.....
Carne del diablo,
T.
Drumroll, please....
Casablanca.
I know, right?
It was what, 2...3 days ago I was talking about it, and now, here it is. I wish I could channel this ability into a profitable enterprise, such as the stock market, or failing that, the lottery.
Or something.
I don't really have much to say tonight. I can tell you that I didn't do fuck all today, and I enjoyed the Hell out of it. Well, I went to WallyWorld for a few, but I didn't buy anything.
Oh, and I went to Papa Murphy's for dinner. 2 large pizzas for the price of one large from Domino's.
Oh, and Papa's is better.
Well, I guess we'll always have Paris.....
Carne del diablo,
T.
Friday, December 07, 2007
If it rains cats and dogs, what does it snow?
Horses and cows?
Pigs and chickens?
Sheep and goats?
I ask, because it was snowing today. We didn't get quite as much as they were predicting, at least down here in the valleys. I'm not sure what they got up top, but I'm certain it was a good amount.
It was supposed to snow all day, but only really did for a couple hours.
In other news, I should tell you that I'm typing this on my new (well new to me anyhhow) computer.
How many times have I mentioned my love/hate relationship with work?
Well, add another one on. I bought a HP (yeah but what do you do) with a P4 2.8 Gig processor, 512 megs of RAM and a 160 gig hard drive for the bargain basement price of $60.00.
Yeah, that's right, 60 bucks.
My old machine was just not cutting the gravy anymore, and I'm still waiting for my puter from California. It was just tood good a deal to pass up. Now, when Michael ships/brings me my other one, I'll have a good network set up.
Ok, I guess that's all I have today.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Pigs and chickens?
Sheep and goats?
I ask, because it was snowing today. We didn't get quite as much as they were predicting, at least down here in the valleys. I'm not sure what they got up top, but I'm certain it was a good amount.
It was supposed to snow all day, but only really did for a couple hours.
In other news, I should tell you that I'm typing this on my new (well new to me anyhhow) computer.
How many times have I mentioned my love/hate relationship with work?
Well, add another one on. I bought a HP (yeah but what do you do) with a P4 2.8 Gig processor, 512 megs of RAM and a 160 gig hard drive for the bargain basement price of $60.00.
Yeah, that's right, 60 bucks.
My old machine was just not cutting the gravy anymore, and I'm still waiting for my puter from California. It was just tood good a deal to pass up. Now, when Michael ships/brings me my other one, I'll have a good network set up.
Ok, I guess that's all I have today.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Play it again, Sam.....
Did you know that Humphrey Bogart never said that in Casablanca?
Much the way Cary Grant never said 'Judy, Judy, Judy.'
I'm not sure where the Grant quote got distorted from, but if you watch Bogen & Bacall in Casa, you will see that the closest he ever gets is when he says something along the lines of 'you played it for her, you can play it for me.'
I'm not sure why that's on my mind tonight....
It may be the alcohol.
Or, it may be that I'm just tired as Hell, and need to sleep.
It may just be that I wanted to talk about it.
I'm not sure. Which, by extension, means that none of you will ever have so much as a clue as to why I chose to bring this up.
That makes me feel empowered.
Or some such happy horseshit. Look for more coherence and insight tomorrow.....
Siesta con agua,
T.
Much the way Cary Grant never said 'Judy, Judy, Judy.'
I'm not sure where the Grant quote got distorted from, but if you watch Bogen & Bacall in Casa, you will see that the closest he ever gets is when he says something along the lines of 'you played it for her, you can play it for me.'
I'm not sure why that's on my mind tonight....
It may be the alcohol.
Or, it may be that I'm just tired as Hell, and need to sleep.
It may just be that I wanted to talk about it.
I'm not sure. Which, by extension, means that none of you will ever have so much as a clue as to why I chose to bring this up.
That makes me feel empowered.
Or some such happy horseshit. Look for more coherence and insight tomorrow.....
Siesta con agua,
T.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
As rare as hen's teeth.....
No, I don't really have anything rare to talk about, I'm just trying to put some more things up that will bring random searchers to my page.
No, really.
For instance, google 'day old bread stores.'
Go ahead, I dare you. Open a new window and search it.....
Or 'Oh, Weezer, you know I love ya more'n my luggage.'
Or even 'it was snowing yesterday.'
I don't understand it. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, my little corner of the web here is pretty much under the RADAR. I mean, it's not even a blip.
Kinda like a bumblebee on an air traffic controller's screen.
So, what I want to know is how do I rank 4th on a list of over a million references to 'day old bread stores' when all I ever did is post about them
Once.
Like months ago.
It boggles the mind.
Well, it's that time again....Work beckons.
Buenos con queso,
T.
No, really.
For instance, google 'day old bread stores.'
Go ahead, I dare you. Open a new window and search it.....
Or 'Oh, Weezer, you know I love ya more'n my luggage.'
Or even 'it was snowing yesterday.'
I don't understand it. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, my little corner of the web here is pretty much under the RADAR. I mean, it's not even a blip.
Kinda like a bumblebee on an air traffic controller's screen.
So, what I want to know is how do I rank 4th on a list of over a million references to 'day old bread stores' when all I ever did is post about them
Once.
Like months ago.
It boggles the mind.
Well, it's that time again....Work beckons.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Ok, so I didn't post yesterday.....
It was kind of nice to have a day off, actually.
Well, a day off from blogging anyhow. I did still have to go to work. We were busy as hell (well the store was) and the store was packed with people almost all day long. I helped out with the phones and letting my fellow employees know when someone needed a question answered, or wanted to see something in one of the locked cases. It was a hoot!!
Oh, and the Raiders surprised the Hell out of me with another win. That's 2 in a row..... I almost soiled myself when I heard that. Well, I actually kinda saw a little of the game, including the ending. We only get one channel on our t.v. wall (no cable in the store) and it happened to be the channel that carried the game.
That's 4 whole wins this season. They've officially doubled their wins from last season. Yeah, it's the second year in a row it's been tough to be a Raiders fan. And yesterday, they even beat their arch nemesis, the Denver Broncos.
What can I say, I'm stoked.
So, it's back to work again today, and I'm looking forward to getting through this week, and having a couple days off where I don't have to do anything.
Especially something funeral related.
Ok, guess that's me done.
Carne del diablo,
T.
Well, a day off from blogging anyhow. I did still have to go to work. We were busy as hell (well the store was) and the store was packed with people almost all day long. I helped out with the phones and letting my fellow employees know when someone needed a question answered, or wanted to see something in one of the locked cases. It was a hoot!!
Oh, and the Raiders surprised the Hell out of me with another win. That's 2 in a row..... I almost soiled myself when I heard that. Well, I actually kinda saw a little of the game, including the ending. We only get one channel on our t.v. wall (no cable in the store) and it happened to be the channel that carried the game.
That's 4 whole wins this season. They've officially doubled their wins from last season. Yeah, it's the second year in a row it's been tough to be a Raiders fan. And yesterday, they even beat their arch nemesis, the Denver Broncos.
What can I say, I'm stoked.
So, it's back to work again today, and I'm looking forward to getting through this week, and having a couple days off where I don't have to do anything.
Especially something funeral related.
Ok, guess that's me done.
Carne del diablo,
T.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
I guess it was inevitable.....
Not only that I would tire of using movie quotes, but also that my sunglasses would die.
The pair I have (had) now haven't been around very long. 6mos tops.
But sunglasses are just one of those things.
I digress.....
I have a few pictures that I'm going to post tomorrow. There were some pretty interesting sights today.
Ok, I'm not going to get all maudlin, because Greg wouln't have wanted me to. The service was dignified, and there were some beautiful sentiments expressed (thank you wendy for your words), and thanks to Bruce, I actually 'lol'd' for real.
It was just a chuckle, and everybody else in the building laughed harder than I did. There were some tears too. I couldn't bring myself to speak. I just couldn't.
After the service we went to the community center and hung out. Everyone tried to be happy, and I talked to people I hadn't seen in years. All in all, it was a good celebration of his life.
Brob and Wendy (im sure youll be hearing more about them) opened their hearts and their house to us this evening. They had wine and cheese, and music, and most importantly, friendship and togetherness.
I had a couple of moments when it was touch and go, and I'm not surprised that I'm tearing up now, but again, it was a good celebration of his life. Everybody told fun Greg stories and some of us are already planning a camping trip in June (note to self ask for time off now).
Thanks also to Lynette for driving, and Pat for splitting the beer.
Thanks to Mark for his stories, and whatever realtive of Woobie that was.
Thanks to Rich and Owen, and Bruce (and im not sure how to spell) Shealey, and Denise and all of you.
Oh, now a brief explanation of the new photo up top:
I was standing on Brob and Wendy's back porch, and I was trying to take a picture of the big cloud in the bottom of the frame. It was dark, and the camera chose somethin like a one or 3 second shutter speed, and I just held still, and tried to keep the camera steady. As you can see, I got more than I bargained for. Everyone at the party (and everybody else) agrees that that's Greg's face in the upper lefthand corner of the image.
On that note:
Carne del diablo,
T.
The pair I have (had) now haven't been around very long. 6mos tops.
But sunglasses are just one of those things.
I digress.....
I have a few pictures that I'm going to post tomorrow. There were some pretty interesting sights today.
Ok, I'm not going to get all maudlin, because Greg wouln't have wanted me to. The service was dignified, and there were some beautiful sentiments expressed (thank you wendy for your words), and thanks to Bruce, I actually 'lol'd' for real.
It was just a chuckle, and everybody else in the building laughed harder than I did. There were some tears too. I couldn't bring myself to speak. I just couldn't.
After the service we went to the community center and hung out. Everyone tried to be happy, and I talked to people I hadn't seen in years. All in all, it was a good celebration of his life.
Brob and Wendy (im sure youll be hearing more about them) opened their hearts and their house to us this evening. They had wine and cheese, and music, and most importantly, friendship and togetherness.
I had a couple of moments when it was touch and go, and I'm not surprised that I'm tearing up now, but again, it was a good celebration of his life. Everybody told fun Greg stories and some of us are already planning a camping trip in June (note to self ask for time off now).
Thanks also to Lynette for driving, and Pat for splitting the beer.
Thanks to Mark for his stories, and whatever realtive of Woobie that was.
Thanks to Rich and Owen, and Bruce (and im not sure how to spell) Shealey, and Denise and all of you.
Oh, now a brief explanation of the new photo up top:
I was standing on Brob and Wendy's back porch, and I was trying to take a picture of the big cloud in the bottom of the frame. It was dark, and the camera chose somethin like a one or 3 second shutter speed, and I just held still, and tried to keep the camera steady. As you can see, I got more than I bargained for. Everyone at the party (and everybody else) agrees that that's Greg's face in the upper lefthand corner of the image.
On that note:
Carne del diablo,
T.
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