I sit here tonight in awe as I think of all the wonders technology has brought to my life.
I can listen to a Podcast from McDonald’s on my iriver so I won’t miss a thing. (what’s up Subway, where’s your Podcast?)
I can watch TV on my new cell phone, Samsung SCH-U620.
I can zoom in and see your back yard from my desk. Google Earth
So when will Uncle Ben catch up and make a damn box I can actually open like it says on the box!
Valentine’s Day that is.
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My son who will be 4 years old this week loves trains, especially Thomas and Friends. He also can use the computer well enough to start and play his games on the computer without help. Last night he logged on, started Firefox and went to his favorite site Thomas and Friends, and all was well. A few minutes later I was in the bedroom changing my daughters diaper when I hear from the living room…
Daddy, I need help, I need help Daddy
I’m busy, I’ll be there in a minute
Apparently this answer was not satisfactory, as the requests for help continued as I finish my favorite fatherly duty. With a clean and fresh infant in hand I head to the living room. As I enter, my son who is still at the computer, says to me..
It’s not working
Usually this would be because he accidentally clicked on an ad or something. But this was not the case, as the Thomas and Friends website was still up. So I ask him what he needs help with. He clicks a link and points at the screen and says it’s not working.
Oh.. it’s working, it’s just slow, dial up slow. I was running a program on my computer that was using a lot of bandwidth, affecting his loading times for his games. So it seems, at 4 years old, he already has no time in his day to wait for a website to load.
While working the other day I noticed my boss answering his cell phone. It rang, he pulled it from it’s holster, looked at the caller ID and answered the call. This would seem to be the normal process of answering a call. Then I was a little puzzled as to why he always looks at the caller ID. The reason for questioning looking at the caller ID before answering the call is that my boss has the personality that can NOT let the phone go unanswered. With that in mind, why take the time and effort to move the phone into a position to read the caller ID if no matter what it says, you’re are going to answer the call?
So I figured this must be a case of a product that one day was almost useless, and the next day a product you’ve come to expect or couldn’t imagine going with out.
What little things do you interface with regularly that you couldn’t live with out, but at heart are really totally unnecessary?
That’s right folks, its holiday time again, and that means we break out the official Festivus beer and celebrate Frank Costanza’s favorite holiday. Click the pic for a link to the brewer’s site.
The Wikipedia site will give you all the necessary details of the holiday, but I post this as a challenge to my fellow bloggers. I will post the story of Festivus, as told by the great man himself, and I request that my comrades in blog compile a creative and at least mildly entertaining missive about each of the following elements of this holiday, and I put each element to a specific individual for reasons known only to me-and anyone else reading.
The story of Festivus is chronicled on the Wikipedia site, but let’s let Frank tell us, in his own words. While I am a big fan of any holiday that includes a miracle; my son will not be getting any dolls, which may help explain some of George’s minor insecurities…In addition, I encourage everyone to get their own Festivus Pole but hold the tinsel; it’s distracting.
The Festivus Dinner-This one goes to our favorite chef, BAM! No, not Emeril-High Desert Diva. Diva, can you hook us up with a Festivus Feast true to the original?
The Airing of Grievances-Couldn’t be anyone but Squirrel, and of course the lovely GeekDarling as they share a love of, well, grievances.
The Feats of Strength-Anyone who can proselytize with a chainsaw must have a few feats of his own-go to it Preach.
I eagerly await the continuation of the Festivus tradition on SNM, and I wish everyone a Happy Festivus and whatever else you may celebrate. This requires a picture, so you’re gonna have to do a little work. You all have my apologies that this year’s post didn’t include titties, but perhaps that can be remedied in the Airing of Grievances. Perhaps if this girl is involved it could be in the Feats of Strength or, come to think of it, even the Feast. I leave it entirely up to the participants as to decide how vulgar they wish to be. By the way, the greatest part about finding that picture is that all I had to type in Google was “Huge Tits”, although I elected not to use dailytug.com as my source. Notice I didn’t link that one; as happy as I am to redirect your ass all over the web, we need cash money if the porn sites want the hookup-that’s how we roll.
Last night I put the kids to bed and grabbed the baby monitor and headed back downstairs. After setting the monitor on the entertainment center I sat on the couch and monitor was kicking out static. So, I got up and just as I’m reaching for it, the static stops, buts it’s not my son’s room I can hear. I could hear my neighbor (about 4 houses down) putting her daugther to bed. She sang some songs, read a book and got her a drink of water…and I could hear it all clear as day.
In the world of wireless transmitters, you better be careful what you say.
Dialed 911!
The folks at HBG were kind enought to send me a copy of the book , so my last post serves as a perfect lead in to some shameless promotion-the review will be up replacing this inane placeholder text shortly…
OK, according to his officers, it was a pattern of abuse. Nevertheless, this is ridiculous.
In his memo, titled “Are You a Jelly Belly,” the chief never singled anyone out, and apart from the title, didn’t call anyone names.Instead, he provided a list of 10 reasons police officers should be in shape. He said overweight police poorly represent the profession, poop out when chasing suspects and might have to resort to “a higher level of force” if a criminal got the upper hand in a fight. He said out-of-shape cops are a liability to the city and their families.
“Take a good look at yourself,” he wrote. “If you are unfit, do yourself and everyone else a favor. See a professional about a proper diet and a fitness training program, quit smoking, limit alcohol intake and start thinking self-pride, confidence and respectability. And stop making excuses for delaying what you know you should have been doing years ago. We didn’t hire you unfit and we don’t want you working unfit. Don’t mean to offend, this is just straight talk. I owe it to you.”
The Chief called his officers Jelly Belly…BFD. I would have referred to them by far worse names: fatass-donut huffer-weeble wobble-Cartman; you get the picture. I don’t know if I’m in the minority, but I’d hire the guy to run my police department if he can get them on a treadmill for a while; think of the savings in polyester and belt leather alone. The Chief was apparently only making $92K a year, I can only imagine how underpaid the other 80 cops in the town of 30,000 were. Kinda hard to work up much enthusiasm for chasing a perp or taking a pill to the chest on $45K a year.
While I would guess that most cops are in pretty good shape-even those who are carting around a spare that would fit your average set of Dubs-it does not instill a lot of confidence that they can chase down the various professional athletes in trouble these days without an oxygen tank and a GPS tracker. There’s nothing I enjoy more than watching a cop wheeze up to the car and pant at me while asking for my license, not to mention the cusory visual inspection for donuts weapons. I’m always tempted to roll slowly forward until they have to grab the car to keep from falling over.
I have a lot of respect for Police Officers and they job they do, but you would think with all the shit they go through they’d have a little bit thicker skins. I have a buddy who’s a cop and he’s been called worse by his best friends.
Right fuckstain?
It’s not enough to intimidate customers with expensive lawsuits. Now the MPAA has started a brainwashing campaign against our youth. In particular about 50,000 Boy Scouts in the Las Angeles area.
Don’t get me wrong, I believe copyright education would be a benefit to our youth. The difference is the MPAA is not actualy teaching our youth about different types of copyright, when they expire, who can copyright their work and related topics. Rather they are getting troop leaders to push their propaganda telling kids not to steal and to spy run software on friends and family computers to detect peer to peer programs as well as all media, legal or not.
“Respect Copyright”
It took the RIAA forever to figure out that once given a legal resource to the products that’s simple and affordable, customers will stop downloading and flock to give you their money. Online stores like iTunes, Napster and others have demonstrated working successful business models.
Get with the program MPAA, I look forward to the day major productions are easily available for me to download and watch at my leisure. There are already a host of content providers positioning to end current media watching habits.
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What’s your opinion on the Respect Copyright Boy Scout patch?
When we think we are in need of a bigger SUV or pick up truck, we should take some cues from these photos and be more creative.
Imagine how people would point and laugh if you tried some of these here in America. Not to mention the special interest groups that would have to make sure these kind of activities were outlawded, “for our safety”.
Check out the photos, they put meaning to the phrase ,
“where there is a will, there is a way”
