Archive for August, 2007

No one home.

What do you when no one is home?

Crank it up!

It’s a good thing the dogs don’t care.

Hip Hop Hooray.

I am the SH OO, hip hop hooray. Heard this song this morning on the way to work. A nice kick back to the 90’s. Actually, 93′.

Looks like the weekend is going to be beautiful. GTG has left me all by my lonesome. She flew out to Oklahoma City last night. So it’s just me and roommate Steve, and the dogs at the crib (throw’n some ill 93′ slang) this weekend. I have no idea what I am going to do.

The only thing I do have scheduled is to help GTG’s parental units move a couch because I have a truck. Other than that, maybe electrocute myself with some rewiring, or painting the stairwell, or heading down to Southern Illinois. I am an open palette this weekend.

Ya’ll page me, while I am chill’n in my Cross-Colours gear.

I am so white, it hurts.

Night shots.

I tried my hand at some night shots tonight. I need to do a little more reading, but I think I got some cool ones.

GAH!

GoDaddy, I hate your servers.

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Love the cheap domains, but the hosting sucks.

The Office - Summer Vacation

Can’t wait for the new season!

Buddy Cam.

Dave has been playing with his webcam this week and Brad has been turning on the Bella Cam, which has inspired me to go live on the web with Buddy Cam. Right now Buddy is sleeping in the chair…. that’ll make for some good webcam tv.

It seems like 5 years ago when webcams were the *new* thing. Sign on to instant messenger and there would be your friends staring blankly into a monitor. But it seems to be coming back with the ability to ‘lifecast’ 24/7 services like ustream.tv and justin.tv through mobile wireless services.

I am not saying that I ready to surrender my privacy 24/7 but right now you can watch my dog.

In ur sleepn bag

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I worked on organizing the basement this weekend and threw some unfolded sleeping bags in the living room to fold. Needless to say, I haven’t gotten to fold them yet. The dogs have staked their claim.

Two orange means go.

Finished wiring three outlets in the basement this weekend. Finally, I can unhook the daisy chain of power strips. :)

Correct.

Two orange lights mean I did everything right the first time.

Walk.

Walk is the magic word with Bud. He could be passed out dreaming about fire hydrants and an endless supply of bones, but as soon as I say ‘walk’ he’s up on all fours. (He just perked up as I read that out loud) We had some bonding time this week where it was just him and I taking a stroll through Washington Park. It’s like a candy store for him. Dry crusted dead animals stuck to the road, goose poop, and tons of dog tail. He was in doggity heaven.

GTG has been taking Clancy out for walks in the morning and I thought I owed Bud one. Handling both dogs at once is almost an impossible chore (unless you have treats). But while we were gone, Clancy whimpered around the house looking for us.

Anyway, I am yet again blogging about the “boys.” I don’t want to sound like one of those clamoring animal nuts, but this week has been one of those weeks and it’s just nice to come home to GTG and a couple of buddies.

Okay, and Roommate Steve is kinda nice too when he’s not kicking my butt on the 360.

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Wooh Alright - Yeah!

I’ve been diggin’ on these guys since Palooza.

Open apology to my body.

Dear Muscular Bone Structure,

I apologize for the junk that I’ve been feeding you lately. I know when I say “non-fat” at Starbucks, I am still pounding the useless calories on you. And the Taco Bell that is craved by both of us, it’s making us bust at the seams even though we avoid the sour cream and get a ‘diet’ soda. Or the purple slushi and Lunchables that we had for lunch today. Let’s be real, there was as much nutritional value in that meal as much as in a pack of Starbursts.

Body, I am going to make an attempt to get us back on the bike. We may not be able to crank out a century or fit into bike tights, but we’ll fly like a greased turkey on the trails. I am also going to get us back on a regular pattern walking with the dogs. They too, okay maybe just the tubby one, need to get back to marking their territory and sniffin’ road kill. The tubby one is starting to look like a pack of Ball Park hot dogs.

So yes body, let’s sweat to the oldies, get physical, crunch the pounds to taking back the first step pass the recliner to a healthy life style.

Sincerely,

Yourself.

PS - Maybe just one more Mocha this afternoon. No whip cream. Then we’re totally about this being healthy crap.

Next DIY.

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More DIY. I’ve started wiring the basement with new outlets. It arose as more of a necessity after Roommate Steve brought down his computer and I had a power supply go bad in my computer then the computers started to get a charge as they were not properly grounded. It would feel like a joy buzzer if you touched the case.

I’ve got my system plugged into the circuit with the basement lights till I get the outlets finished.

Computer Camp Love.

Totally nerdy.

Brown Nosen.

The Illinois Times’ Best of Springfield poll is up and running again. This year I am not campaigning for the “best” again, I think I’ve punished you all with enough puppy pictures for not choosing me as the best last year. (Muhha-hah) Actually, in the last year I’ve enjoyed reading all the local blogs. They’re all like horseshoes but different meats / fillings. Man, I love horseshoes.

  • Dissarranging Mine = THE OH (Original Horseshoe) with hamburger.
  • daveheinzel.com = Animated dancing fries with melocream donut center and a large mountain dew
  • Capitol Fax Blog = Pork with Blago cheese on two unnecessary plates- extra crispy because it’s way over due.
  • Anon Communist = Replace the cheese with The Hill spaghetti sauce and pour over some cool band names and Cardinal red fries.
  • Blevins = NSFW meat with hot sauce - no cheese.
  • 11tHour = Replace the cheese with beer and add some satire.
  • Just Two Guys = Pretty in Pink with hot tv 20 anchor fries (glutton free of course).
  • 30? = Social commentary with Journey’s Don’t Stop Believing sauce.
  • Honey & Quinine = Raman noodles with discounted cheese with a side of aeronautical poetry.
  • BFS = Red Hat Lady leftovers. You get no horseshoe.
  • Unpainted Huffhines = Documented movie references poured over a Friday link dump.

And if you’re a local Spfld blog and not up here, I am sorry because I am just about out of wit. I am computer nerd - what do you expect? This was a challenging assignment and I almost hit the delete button and posted another dog pic.

Trust me, I’ve read all of your blogs. Even the ones I question why I keep coming back to. You probably question why you keep coming back to this one.

So this year, I think we should all be the “Best of.”

Refinished. Finally.

I finally put on the last coat of polycrylic! Boy, it looks good.

Things I’ve learned while refinishing the floor.

  • Lot’s of elbow grease required.
  • Take your time and do it right. I took a quite bit of time. Taking a vacation in the middle of everything didn’t help.
  • Close the door if you don’t want to see the mess.
  • DIY is much cheaper in the end. I probably spent $150 in supplies and that includes the scrappers, adhesive remover, sand paper, renting a sander, and finish. Time wise I took much longer than a professional.
  • Satisfaction is worth it.

Floors

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