June 17, 2008
June 16, 2008
On a forum I frequent, someone started a thread about how bad things are with the economy in the tank. Why, the poor dear even noticed that there were less people at the oil-change place when he took his car in to be serviced!
June 14, 2008
Part of the fun of IKEA is the Swedish names that the designers give everything. I assume they're real Swedish and not just made-up pseudo-English, although some of the smaller items seem kinda contrived. Myself, I love to go through and make up my own names.
In the kid's furniture section I loudly announced that this particular series was call "Preestbate", and was my favorite until I saw "Shakmee".
I got plenty of dirty looks, and a few snickers hidden behind hands.
June 09, 2008
My favorite paper for everyday use is Hewlett-Packard 32# Premium Choice Laserjet paper. Yep, 32 pound, compared to that shitty 20# recycled crap you snag from the copier room. It's smoooooooth and heavy enough to be noticed. Bright white too, although I prefer a cream or off-white paper.
You can get this stuff at Office Depot and places like that. I recently saw half-reams on sale for $4.00, and when it rang up for $3.00 I went back for more. Normal price is about $17.00 a ream, which sounds like a lot until you remember that this is 500 sheets of quality writing paper. I suppose you could feed it through your printer or copier too. If you insist.
The HP 28# paper is almost as good. Almost.
Here's another goody for you, because I'm a nice guy. If you go to the website for the Mohawk Paper Company, you can order free samples. Five sheets of up to five different types of paper, including Strathmore! Did I mention free? As in nada, zip, zilch. Not even postage due. It's not a one-time offer either, you can go back later for more (not the same day though ya oinker). I ordered a swatchbook from them and it's chock full of interesting and excellent papers. It's free dammit. Go try some and see what I'm talking about.
Oh, they're big-time green too, which is a great thing.
Pamper yourself in little ways, that's part of what Lifetoys is about.
They're about a buck each at any office supply store or the stationery aisle of your favorite mega-chain. For that price, how could you *not* try one?
June 04, 2008
May 31, 2008
Note the haziness of portions of the picture. I used a softening filter for romantic effect. (Translation: I discovered a finger-smear on the camera lens, which has since been cleaned.)
Last year, I wrote this:
It's scraggly and chewed on and spotted with fungus, but damned if it doesn't keep stretching upwards and weaving its scrawny self through the trellis bars. After all of that, it even managed to pop out a single pretty bloom. I hope it makes it through the winter, because this is a tough little plant and I admire its deterimination to survive.
This year, here's what that wee beastie did:
And right after it pushed out those beautiful flowers, it died. As a doornail. It's not obvious, but it's replacement is already growing next to it, in the photo it looks like part of the same plant.
That plant had personality.
I prepared myself for the worst when we saw him.
I come from tough stock! His kidneys had gotten going again almost immediately, so no more dialysis. I knew he used a breathing machine, but didn't know it was only at night because of his sleep apnea. He used a walker, but only when he was really tired and he never did during the week we were there (nor did I ever think he needed it).
In fact, he was the same old Dad. We moved furniture from their old house to the new one, including a massive metal workbench that weighed a ton. We hung two flat-panel TV's on wall mounts. We put up a new television antenna on the roof, and ran the wire inside. He showed me the extension he built to his workshop. It was just like old times.
At one point, we were working on two different projects right near each other, and I told him that he was working too hard. His reply caught me by surprise:
I don't work hard. I work steady.
And it's true. Dad gets more done than most people half his age, and he does it by methodically taking it a step at a time. There are no frantic bursts of energy, no show-stopping surprises in mid-project, he just thinks things through and then follows his plan. Give the man a hammer and a two-by-four and he'll build you a spiral staircase. He's amazing that way, and his secret is as simple as "don't work hard, work steady."
I've been going through some fundamental changes in my personal life over the last year or so. Call it a midlife crisis (like Liz does) or just finding myself (whatever that means), I've done a lot of thinking about and tinkering around the edges of my life. Examining everything closely and figuring out what I really want and how I can change things to make it better. That's part of what the new "Lifetoys" category is about, where you're gonna see some of the things I've looked at and experimented with.
Those five words, distilled down to their perfect essence, explain perfectly a huge part of what I've been trying to do.
May 30, 2008
Right up Jim's alley.
May 29, 2008
All righty then, you've got a handy piece of paper or small notebook to jot down stuff, but what are you using to write with? To me, the PocketMod is only half of the equation, because I also carry a Fisher Space Pen!
You know that bit 'o history about NASA spending a fortune on a pen while the Russians used a pencil? It's an urban legend. Fisher developed the pen technology on its own dime and then sold pens to NASA, hence the "Space Pen" name.
Works like a champ too. Upside down. In the rain. Greasy paper. No worries, because this puppy will write!
Best of all, you can get their little bullet pen and it's small and rounded and fits perfectly in your pocket without snagging or poking. When it's time to write the cap fits perfectly on the back and you have a full-size pen. I got the matte black one without the clip, and I love it. It goes everywhere with me.
Check out the various types and colors at The Writer's Edge.
Remember, life is too short not to have cool toys. And coolness does not have to be digital.
Date: Saturday, July 5th
Place: Pfitzner Stadium, Woodbridge, Virginia
Event: 2nd Annual Blogger's Baseball Day and Destruction Derby*
The game starts at 6:35pm against the Salem Avalanche. There will be a fireworks show after the game, and believe me, it's a good one.
We have two options for tickets. For $8.00 a seat we can get grandstand seats, which will be easier to get in a block. These would be directly behind the green boxes 4, 5 and 6 on this seating chart. These seats are next to 3rd base.
For $10.00, we get reserved seating. Think section 6 in the red area on the seating chart. Up higher, but still bench-style seating.
Emails will be going out over the next couple of days. Let me know if you'd like to come, and the more the merrier. Drop me a line letting me know, and I'm going to check with the stadium about seating availability.
See ya soon!
* Destruction Derby courtesy of Buckethead and Dawn, if past history serves. **
** No, it's not the 2nd "annual" anything... hell, it's not even the "2nd". Don't be so literal.
May 26, 2008
Good friends, good game, good times.
I'll be checking the schedule and we'll see about setting up a date for a baseball game blogmeet. Check back over the next couple of days for details.
May 25, 2008
Now the link above is full of nifty little templates and such to customize your Pocket Mod to be just how you like it, and I used them for quite a while. Recently though, I've simplified things even further. I go here and print a sheet of graph paper and then do the folding thing. No trimming needed. A small hack I've done it to cut out a snippet of manilla file folder and slipping it inside to stiffen it up just a bit.
Pocket Mod. Making my life a little easier, one simple toy at a time.
May 22, 2008
Let's see where this takes us, shall we?
May 21, 2008
Way up on top of the lights on the right field side, a hawk sat quietly and watched, as if waiting for some edible critter to panic and make himself known. Or, more likely, he was looking at the people and wondering what kind of crazy creatures would behave that way. Suddenly, the hawk was attacked by a sparrow or some such tiny bird, maybe a quarter of the hawk's size but absolutely fearless as he dived and twisted and drove the hawk away from what I presume was a nest. Most of the crowd watched and cheered, and I was reminded of a Mig fighter going after a DC3 Gooney Bird.
In the several years that we've been going to P-Nats games, one constant has been a certain outfielder who shall remain nameless. I posted last year about his poor choice of music when he came up to bat, because the loudspeakers invariably blasted out Dire Straits' "Money For Nothing". He tries hard, but every play to his position is an adventure and potential disaster. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that he's the Geronimo Berroa of the P-Nats, and if you watched American League baseball in the 90's you'll get the reference.
One of the between-inning events at the games is a race between a youngster or two and the team mascot, "Uncle Slam". They start off at first base, round second and third and home plate is the finish line. Uncle Slam has a record of 0-23 this year (as usual), but what's funny (to me anyway) is that they're now sponsored by the Baker Funeral Home. I now refer to it as "The Race With Death".
A couple of games ago, the entire row behind us was occupied by a group of yuppie larvae who were attending the game so they could put another little checkmark on their list of "life experiences". Not a one of them knew much about baseball, and it wasn't long before everyone else ignored them. I could tolerate the cries of "foul tip" when the batter ripped one 200 feet down the right field line and into the bleachers there, and I rolled my eyes when they all jumped up and cheered for the "home run" when the runner at third scored on a wild pitch. But I had to go for a walk when I heard them talking about Hurricane Katrina and how they all wished that they could've done more to help. That part wasn't bad, but one actually confided that she'd checked to see if there were any federal programs that would pay her mortgage for a year or so while she volunteered in Louisiana. She was deeply hurt that she couldn't feel good about herself on the taxpayer's dime.
She's lucky it wasn't souvenir bat night.
May 19, 2008
Anyway, back to the commercial. I'm listening and empathizing when they got to the clinic motto or tagline or slogan or whatever the hell it's called:
"Because money shouldn't be a factor in whether or not you have a baby."
What. The. Hell? I understand the context there, but still, that is an asinine thing to say. Being able to afford having a child should be the #2 question on your checklist, right after "do we really want one at this time?"
I'm going to get pulled over one morning as I'm yelling at my radio. I can see it now, "Your Honor, the ticket says 'road rage', which is technically correct, but my ire was directed at a radio commercial, not another driver."
Think I'd get off?
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