I think you need to be a little crazy to be considered a musical genius, or any other field/career.
Archive for September, 2007
Sorry for abusing the gotshoo audience, but I’ve always had a warm fuzzy spot for animated gifs. They’re like minature versions of American Funniest Home Videos with Bob Saget.
I apologize and will upload new puppy pictures soon.
Bacn (pronounced bacon) is the term given to electronic messages which have been subscribed to and are therefore not unsolicited but are often unread by the recipient for a long period of time. Bacn is email you want but not right now.
Facebook, this a warning. I liked you, but now you’re just getting on my nerves.
The rest of the photos from the Friday night game are on Flickr.
I still don’t understand why I couldn’t wear my perfectly good green shirt. I went back and fourth with GTG on what I could wear and what was ‘appropiate’ for the game. Needless to say, I wore red.
I still bleed blue. Go SSHS, even though the football team sucks this year, woot-woot!!
When you’re going to marry a teacher, you’re required to go to football games.
So many times at the game kids came up to get my attention only to ask GTG if I were her fiance. I got to the point where I started pointing at other guys. It’s weird. Never in high school did I get that excited when I saw a teacher out of the school. Yes it was always a point of interest because at that time I thought teachers didn’t have real lives, but never did I have to hyperventilate and wave frantically. Cause everyone knew they were suppose to be at home working on lesson plans. (I am going to get bopped in the head by GTG for that comment)
It’s also been rumored that some kids have found this blog. But why wouldn’t they not know about it? I am totally famous online, or at least the dogs are.
I was asked by a kid tonight, “Are you the guy that bought the high tech mouse? The one with the weights and stuff?” I consulted with GTG afterwards and she admitted to telling the kids of my geekyness… last year. For not remembering the parts of speech, they can sure remember the oddest detail of their teacher’s significant other.
The kids are cool. I remember being that age. Falling into my clique. Being mesmerized and mystified by girls. Feeling akward in my own body and reaching for any sort of independence from parental control.
But now I am old, technically by high school standards. Which is cool cause I can drink beer and I have an excuse for not looking hip.
Time for another beer.
They can hear my truck from a mile a way.
GTG, the dogs, and I were going to drive to the park and take a walk, but I had forgotten to grab my keys. So as I am heading back to get them I see GTG, “I hope you have your keys because I just locked the door.”
Words you never want to hear.
Because I am a man, I am in top rank of solving life’s little quandaries like how to unclog toilets, or stop the leak from the roof, or break into a house. This was a rather easy one because the door to the garage was open so I was able to grab a ladder. Still funny to watch me squirm through that window though.
This is the dogs waiting for me to finish pumping gas.
What a crappy weekend to be sick on! GTG managed to share the love last week and share her cold with me this weekend. Snifflying, coughing, stuffiness, hot flashes. The whole sha-bang.
Saturday we attempted to accomplish some errands but after two hours we were spent and retired to the couches for the rest of the day. We felt so icky that our dinner consisted of potato chips and ranch dip. We live a block and half from a pizza joint, and that didn’t even sound good.
Sunday was a little better. We looked at new refridgerators, GTG split off to grade some awful essays, I cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, and baked a pizza. We even made it out to the park with the dogs.
Now my hands stink like bleach, I feel really hot, and Jes and Heather are the last two on Rock of Love.
It feels like a full but incomplete weekend. Oh well.
It’s got to be bad.
This is the first time that I’ve had Google tell me to watch out.
Cool.
Question for everyone: Where and how do you get your news online?
Sad thing is that I get about 95% of the references.
You won’t be able to get NBC tv shows through iTunes anymore. Good thing we got the DVR.
I came across Ronald Jenkees over on BoingBoing, he creates beats on a Korg Triton, but looks like Harry Caray with his huge Coke bottle glasses and squinty eyes. Even kinds of sounds like him. From the few videos I’ve watched, he is extremely talented and just seems like a guy that enjoys what he is doing. From his description on his website, he is self taught and plays by ear.
Just amazing.
One of those people you would more than likely never come across unless for the inter-tubes.
He even has a CD for sale. Might have to get this one.
Update: Too good to be true. Ronald Jenkees is the alter ego of a guy that use to go by the Big Cheez. Still dig the act though.
I made a late night excursion out to the lake to snap a few shots. It’s good that I still have some pull at the place which will remain nameless. Actually, I am talking it up, I just said hi to the caretaker and they thought I was crazy taking photos in the dark.
Yes, Clancy took the pink rug.
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