I wasn't quite sure how to handle today's Snippet Wednesday since I hadn't really been actively collecting any snippets of goodness from around the web this past week. Then it hit me! Let's treat this final Snippet Wednesday of the year as my New Year's Resolution post even if it is a few days early.
Me & Mine 2011
I'm sorry I've been kinda M.I.A. since the last Snippet Wednesday. I've been contemplating my year-end best-of lists. Believe it or not, it actually takes a bit of work.
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.
Today, Katie was needed at work for an hour and a half beyond her regularly scheduled shift. It sucks for her because her shift takes that much longer. I hate it because she hates it.
However, I cannot say I totally hate it. Why? Because when I get out of work before she does, I get to experiment with cooking!
I had grand plans for a blog post for tonight, but other things got in the way. Things like the dreaded balancing of our checkbook.
And, considering all the weird stuff going on in our bank account this past month -- such as applied credits, disputed charge paybacks, my first online bill payment, miscashed checks, and God only knows what else -- I'm just so happy that it all balanced out perfectly on the first try that I think I'm going to have a drink.
And go to bed.
Gute nacht, peeps!
I forgot to mention something the other day... we finished the bathroom!!
I've been reading a ton of online stories about Steve Jobs ever since his death a couple months ago. And, despite his bristly attitude and eccentricity and his many well-documented flaws, I still like the guy.
The sheer amount of coverage of his death and tributes that have rolled in make it clear that I'm not the only one who feels this way.
I know that a couple weeks ago, I said I had "an issue" with the recording industry. Do you really think I have just a single issue with them? That would be way too easy.
A brief Twitter convo with @martymankins today reminded me of yet another peeve I have with the music industry. But, this one kinda goes beyond just music and into just about any sort of industry out there.
It's kinda strange to me that after all these years with LEGO building toys having been known and beloved that they are just within the last year or so beginning to advertise them pretty heavily on TV.
Nothing like spending a couple hours of your Saturday waiting in queue at the Apple Store Genius Bar.
The iPod in Katie's iPhone had gone all kinds of wonky freezing on every song while playing in shuffle mode. We restored it to factory settings, reinstalled, rebooted, re-everything... and nada.
I had an interesting visit tonight to a local hardware store that shall remain nameless for protection of the only marginally innocent.
First of all, a happy Veteran's Day to all of you who have served, currently serve, or know or love someone who has served or died on the line of duty for our country. We wouldn't be who we are without your sacrifice.
And how am I celebrating your sacrifices? My honey-do list, that's how. And it ain't pretty.
If you're easily disgusted, you might not want to click through to the full post. If you're daring, or if you're viewing in a feed reader that doesn't separate between teaser and full post, my apologies.
I'm a music freak. I make no bones about it. While I love electronic, indie, and alternative music the most, I will listen to just about anything at least once before I decide I hate it. That's how much I love music.
But, there are times when the world of music really ticks me off.
I have no idea what Katie and I did to make this happen but, for some reason, we have no taste.
As most of you know, I love and worship Halloween. And, in recent years, I've been nothing but disappointed by the neighborhood kids and their lack of support for my most favoritest of holidays.
Day two of the Great Kapgar Sickness of 2011 is well underway and I think I've finally found a way to pass the time. Well, aside from washing dishes, doing a bit more work remotely, and doing laundry...
I get miss-work sick so rarely that I find myself struggling to find stuff to do while sitting on my sick butt at home. Seriously, the last time I got sick and was laid up at home for two days (October 2010), I laid in bed and watched YouTube videos all day. While, to some, that may seem like heaven, I got a bit bored after a while.
Okay, I know I said wayyyy back on Wednesday that I had a second announcement that would drop on Thursday. Well, the notifications went out Friday and I just never had time to write it. For that, I apologize. But here it is. Albeit a few days later than intended.
On Friday night, I finally got off my lazy butt and trimmed my beard and hair. Yes, I'm technically still a bald guy, I just don't Bic it all off on a regular basis. In fact, I decided months ago to just use hair clippers to trim down to next to nothing all the way around on my face (including my goatee) so I have a regular five o'clock shadow. Katie likes it, I like it. What more could I want, right?
I received a pretty cool e-mail this morning from my buddy, Eric (he's @tweetnutz on the Twit), with the subject line "We're in a Superchunk video!" Well, that's a helluva start to my morning!
As I noted last week, today is a very good day for music fans. There is a metric asston of new music dropping and I, personally, am excited by about a metric halfasston of it.
There are times when I've watched musicians perform and something just seems off about them. It could be on TV shows, live in concert, in videos, etc., but they just don't look happy.
There is all kinds of work going on out in our neighborhood this morning (I took the day off, in case you're wondering).
There was a time when I felt like I was at least somewhat cool. I'm sure it was mostly a delusion of grandeur, but I have no idea how to prove it one way or the other. Now, though, I am so unhip, it's ridiculous.
I would like to say, for the record, that Malcolm McDowell is one straight-up cool mofo. Yeah, you know who he is. He played Alex in A Clockwork Orange and is currently starring in TNT's Franklin & Bash. And there are dozens upon dozens of other starring roles and cameos that he's been involved with as well.
Every winter, I smile as people around me are shivering in the cold and cursing as the trudge through the snow that characterizes the season.
I am here today to discuss a most meddlesome medical condition, one with which you may or may not be familiar.
Guess what I finally figured out? I remembered what "porn and parents" in my Notes app refers to! And, thankfully, it's not nearly as disgusting as we all were thinking.
"Sometimes you just gotta play the game."
That's what Katie likes to say anyway.
Bernard said "hi" on Saturday night.
You know you're in for a helluva day when your alarm goes off and you can't figure out where all the noise is coming from nor how to make it stop.
How is it possible that you can do so much over the course of a holiday weekend and yet feel like you've done next to nothing?
Here's a breakdown of the laundry list of things we did over the Memorial Day weekend:
It's not often that Katie and I get to see a movie in the middle of the week. While I work regular 8-5 hours, Katie is in retail and her hours are all over the place. Plus we work in completely opposite directions of each other and the only theater right in between us is a slightly pricier one that we'd rather not pay for during prime evening hours.
According to that little widget in my sidebar, I'm officially 24 days away from my sixth blogoversary.
How does one celebrate an achievement such as this? Well, I dunno about you, but I'm giving my blog a facelift.
As I Tweeted last week, we took Katie's car into the shop to have some work done on the brakes. Turns out work was needed on both the front and rear brakes as one set was so badly shredded (the rear) that they weren't working at all and all stopping force was transferred to the front brakes and they were worn to nothing as a result.