Your somewhat daily dose of Shoo.
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The internet has changed so many things. Imagine ten years ago if someone said within 10 clicks, I can show you any video, play any song, or show you a picture of any object.
It’s just absolutely amazing.
The video is totally unrelated, other than being odd and kind of cool, to the post but it’s one of three in a contest for a DJ duo Thunder Heist.
If it’s not bad enough that I follow The Office religiously, I am now addicted to Lost. It started this week when Mrs. Shoo borrowed the season 1 set from a coworker. I had actually seen the pilot when it first aired and thought wow this would be a great show to get into. I’ve even read blogs where people have had Lost dinner parties. But somehow I managed to stay away, far away, deserted from the others.
I think it was a fear of jumping in the middle and being lost. I guess that could be my answer why I never watched 24 or the Sopranos. They all follow the same plot line twists as soap operas. One plot line seems to be making a break while another is in conflict. Guess you can’t have everyone happy or you don’t have a show.
We’re on disc 3, no make that 4 of season one. What’s nice about watching the DVDs is that there are no commercials and an hour show is shortened down to 45 minutes. I wish I would have gotten addicted before the writer’s strike so I could be caught up to the current season, but oh’ well.
At least I know they’re still lost.
I could really use two Saturdays in a weekend; that’s still including a Sunday.
Saturday I spent the day manicuring the lawn, planting a garden, and turning over the compost pile. That left no time to catch up on laundry or any of the numerous other projects that need to be done around the house. And it never hits me till Sunday night that there’s still a bunch to do.
I made myself feel better tonight by throwing in a load of laundry and cleaning up the laundry area. So much better that I am blogging about it. It’s an accomplishment for a Sunday.
Now I am too the point where I’ve got a knot in my stomach about Monday. Mondays never fair well with me, even when I was in school I’d still had the same feelings about Mondays. I know everything will be okay, but I like to hold onto whatever is left of the weekend.
Even a Saturday-Sunday-Saturday weekend would work for me.
Put your votes in the comment section.
No, not that kind of hum-zoo. I realized the other day that I blogged zilch about Humzoo. Let me back up for a second, I forget that not everyone spends 3/4 of the day connected to the net. What is Humzoo? Well, Humzoo.com is a place to blog and upload photos for the world to see; and supposedly everything tastes like cake. It’s free and really easy to use.
Ok, now you’re asking, Aren’t there hundreds of other places on the net to do that? Yes, but this one is really easy and there’s a great community atmosphere. Best of all, one half of the creators is local digital Renaissance man Dave Heinzel. The other creator is Denny Deaton, a cool guy from the East Coast, that has two awesome wiener dogs. We like wiener dogs on Gotshoo.
So Shoo, where’s your Humzoo blog? Right here. Well, what about Gotshoo?, you going to move your blog over there too? I’ve thought about it, but I’ve got about four years of posts invested in Gotshoo and I use the site for development purposes, and I currently use my Humzoo blog to post geeky web findings and photos that don’t make the dailyphoto. So no, Gotshoo is here to stay.
What did Dave and Denny slip you a Lincoln to talk about Humzoo? No, but $5 bucks sounds pretty sweet right about now. I think Humzoo is a cool site and easy way to post content and photos to the web. It’s especially great for those in the last six months learned the term ‘blog.’
It’s free, go check it out!
Fishing with Grandpa., originally uploaded by gotshoo.
Last week I took a half day to go fishing with my Grandpa. I’ve been fishing with him since I was a little kid (6-8 yrs old). We’ve shared quite a few memories and caught quite a few fish.
Some random facts: I started driving the boat solo when I was 10-12. I used to troll around the boat docks while he got the truck and trailer. We’ve fished together over a half dozen lakes. I’ve thrown a complete rod and reel into Lake Otter on accident. We’ve also seen a guy break an axle on a trailer trying to pull a boat out of the lake.
I can’t tell the number of ‘fish stories’ and jokes that have been shared.
He’s had 3 different boats since we started fishing.
The main rules of the boat: Live bait is for kids, no catfish, drums (an actual nasty slimy fish - they’re in Lake Springfield), or carp in the boat; must be a long range release.
Don’t tell Grandma how much he’s spent on lures.
And finally, a bad day of fishing is always better than a good day in the office.
Today’s dailyphoto is brought to you by the unfolded laundry sitting in the chair.
If there is one chore that I hate more than the scrubbing, sweeping, vacuuming of the daily upkeep of living; it’s laundry. I was babied as a kid all the way through adulthood till the day I moved out. My mom did the laundry.
Everything from sorting and folding socks to getting that nice crease in dress pants. She did it all.
Of course, I never questioned it, “Hey Mom, love you, but can you stop taking care of me? I am a real man now, and I’d like to clean the skid marks out of my own boxers now. Thanks.” Are you kidding me?! I relished every Downy fresh sock, shirt, and pant that magnificent woman washed.
Now I am left to half ass fold my own boxers, bunch up my socks, and find some way to get out the wrinkles. It’s not the same anymore. I wonder if the dry cleaning lady will let me call her mom?
Bonus daily photo.
I am in one of those moods tonight where I could sit behind the computer till the wee hours of the morning and just churn out productivity. I’ve got Radiohead (In Rainbows) on in the headphones. I am far from tired, but know the time change is going to make getting up a challenge.
Talking about daylight saving time, word is on the blogs (or at least Gizmodo) that the 2005 Energy Act Policy isn’t doing much for the nation in saving energy. Go figure.
Well, so much for being productive for the rest of the night. I’ve got to hit the sack.
This is from a while back when we took the ‘poopers’, aka dogs, to the park.
We have two very different jobs. Mrs. Shoo is a teacher at a high school, and I am a IT guy for a consulting company. Our work environments couldn’t be anymore different. She wrangles some 20-30 kids per hour into a learning environment, assigns homework, disciplines, and prepares for the next batch of kids. She’s lucky to get 15 minutes of downtime during the day. I, on the other hand, have a zen like atmosphere that’s quiet 90% of the time. I spend most of day trouble shooting and problem solving issues, ‘We have 4000 missing records from this database. How do we get these records in the database without causing more issues?’
When we meet up at the end of the day, her stories for the day outweigh mine by far. How am I to compete when she’s telling me about the mess Johnny is in for cheating and hasn’t been to class in three days, then Suzy from fourth hour caused a commotion that spilled into seventh hour that screwed over the rest day. When I am like, ‘Dude, ran a query in the middle of the day in their production environment and caused a whole heck of a lot problems, and we had Starbucks this afternoon.’
No comparison, especially when your partner doesn’t speak geek.
Anymore I let Mrs. Shoo do the talking. You’d think she’d want quiet, but in the opposite fashion, it let’s her clear her mind by speaking to someone that isn’t yelling back or ignoring her. It took us me a while to figure out this method, but it works.
Last weekend’s warm weather with today’s blizzard is killing me. So, to beat the last of the winter blues, here are my tentative plans for the summer.
* May - Matt & Mel’s wedding.
* June - Float trip?! Philly and Catherine mentioned this, but no date yet.
* July - CO Trip?!
* August - Birthday, Cards vs Cubs in Chicago, Moonlight Ramble, Springfield Century
* September - Will & Jessie’s Wedding
Friends, am I missing anything?
Well, the batteries are recharged from the weekend, but I still didn’t feel like snapping any photos. So instead, here’s an oldie but goodie all the way from 2003. The car above was my buddy’s Ed’s. It was his birthday a few days ago and I thought I’d throw it up as the daily photo in tribute to his belated birthday.
This car was Ed’s baby. Seriously. He got it back in high school and was one of the last friends I knew that still was driving the car they drove in high school. It was retired a few years ago after the mechanical repair costs were going to cost more than the car itself. If you ever rode with Ed you were sure to get schooled in rap from the early 90’s, especially Tu Pac, and possbily some country music.
Ed and I took his baby to a 311 - The Roots concert in St. Louis. It was the best car for concert going because it was a convertible and with the top down and going about 65 mph two guys who were tone deaf could sing as loud as possibly and still sound good.
Happy belated birthday Ed.
In the Shoo household I am the farthest thing from a poet, but some how it was purposed to the blogging committee that gotshoo? needed to have a post dedicated to Mrs. Shoo, with some kind of poem. Never saying no to a challenge, I accepted. So here it goes…
Always so fly, Mrs. Shoo-fly
rolls with a new pair shoes because it’s always a good buy.
Throws the books in the back and waves bye.
Off to teach the world no lies.
Roll’n the Accord on dubs.
She won’t pass no scrubs.
Buddy and Clancy are her real true loves.
She hypes it up with the caffeine.
Not that she’s mean.
But it always makes her less meaner.
Reciting the Shakespeare she makes clear
the thoughts and ideas of yesteryear.
Heading that long path home, she won’t be headed to a home that is alone.
Buddy and Clancy waiting at the door.
But who really adores her more,
but her Mr. Shoofly.
Happy Valentines Day.
The UPS man today delivered some new parts for my ‘old school’ pc that I am turning into a home server. USB 2.0 interal card for about 8 bucks, a gigabit lan card for about 10, and a new quieter processor for fan for about 18. Everything works like a charm.
Here’s a size comparison of the new fan vs. the old one. Intriguing.. huh? It’s quieter. I am lacking on content and the dogs wouldn’t cooperate with tonight’s photo shoot because there was a new episode of House on. The dogs are both huge fans of House and the Office. The Mrs. and I both agreed that tonight’s episode would have been much better aired before Christmas.
I stole this from Betsy.
1. Patch a radiator hose - Ductape? I’ve not done this before.
2. Protect your computer - A cinch. Turn it off.
3. Rescue a boater who has capsized - Water skiing count?
4. Frame a wall - I’ve never done this, but I know how to.
5. Retouch digital photos - See here. Done.
6. Back up a trailer - Done.
7. Build a campfire - Done.
8. Fix a dead outlet - See here. Done.
9. Navigate with a map and compass - GPS anyone?
10. Use a torque wrench - I know the concept. Never have had to do it before.
11. Sharpen a knife - Done.
12. Perform CPR - Was certified. Now expired.
13. Fillet a fish - Done.
14. Maneuver a car out of a skid - Skids and accidents.
15. Get a car unstuck - Done.
16. Back up data - Super Done.
17. Paint a room - See here.
18. Mix concrete - Never done before.
19. Clean a bolt-action rifle - Nope.
20. Change oil and filter - Done.
21. Hook up an HDTV - See here.
22. Bleed brakes - Never done before.
23. Paddle a canoe - Yup.
24. Fix a bike flat - See here.
25. Extend your wireless network - Done.
What kind of tools do you use for work and/or home (aka Your Digital Life)?
I’ve seen this on a few blogs floating around as a meme.
I should be huddled in the mess pictured above, but I am bringing the cuteness to the online world. Today was a long day. We were at the county building at 8:15 this morning, which doesn’t open till 8:30 but I swear it said 8am, to pick up our marriage license. To get a marriage license in Sangamon County here are the requirements:
From the county website:
Twenty-two bucks. Unbelievable. It will probably be the cheapest thing bought for the wedding. The budget for GTG’s shoes is probably quadruple what we payed for the license.
The only thing that has worried me is what are GTG’s students going to do when their teacher comes back as a ‘Mrs’. and has a completely different name? Not to mention, a much harder name to pronounce?
I guess her kids are two steps ahead of my worries and have collectively decided that on their assignments due after the 10th that they will have her new name ready to go on their papers. Even spelled correctly.
I think she should give them bonus points if it is: A. Spelled correctly (S-c-h-e-u-f-e-l-e). B. Begins with a Mrs. C. Double spaced in 18 Font in PINK COMIC SANS.
Well, if she doesn’t, I’ll at least give the kids credit.
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