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Published On: May 28, 2005 09:24 AM
Published On: May 28, 2005 09:24 AM
Sat - May 28, 2005
New Blog
Same blog....different
venue
While there are certainly pros and cons with
various methods of blogging, it has become apparent that blogger.com has more
features than this offering. This blog has been around for quite some time, and
I've held off switching it over for a long time
now.
So there you go. Here's the link to the new blog:
http://cjsorg.blogspot.com/
Rock on!
So there you go. Here's the link to the new blog:
http://cjsorg.blogspot.com/
Rock on!
Posted at 09:24 AM
Mon - May 9, 2005
Never Is Enough
The world's your oyster
shell
A few hectic weeks came to a head this past
Mother's Day weekend. While some mediocre attempts were made at fishing and
golf, most of my free time was focused on promoting the album online. I
recorded a Barenaked Ladies cover, "Never Is Enough" as well. That involved pulling
some more recording stuff out of storage and hauling it into the barn. Although
I'm not set-up like I was to record the album, I think I pulled off a pretty
decent sounding recording given the circumstances. Cringe at the direct
acoustic-electric like I do!
I've actually got a few photos from the recording session, but iPhoto is telling me that I'm not using the latest version, but that I've used the latest version in the past...which seems unbelievable. Not to mention that Software Update is telling me everything is up to date. That is awesome. I guess I should admit to upgrading to the latest OS X (Tiger). Once again, I throw caution into the wind and upgrade the day of release. Go me!
Only 22 more days until The Dukes of Hazzard Season 3 is released. I've just finished watching the first season of a HBO show called Deadwood. This is perhaps the best show I have ever seen. I understand that season 2 is airing now, so please, don't tell me what's going on with it. I'll wait for the DVD.
I've actually got a few photos from the recording session, but iPhoto is telling me that I'm not using the latest version, but that I've used the latest version in the past...which seems unbelievable. Not to mention that Software Update is telling me everything is up to date. That is awesome. I guess I should admit to upgrading to the latest OS X (Tiger). Once again, I throw caution into the wind and upgrade the day of release. Go me!
Only 22 more days until The Dukes of Hazzard Season 3 is released. I've just finished watching the first season of a HBO show called Deadwood. This is perhaps the best show I have ever seen. I understand that season 2 is airing now, so please, don't tell me what's going on with it. I'll wait for the DVD.
Posted at 10:22 PM
Sun - April 17, 2005
Horton Hears The Who
A person's a person, you
better you better you bet, no matter how small.
Every night, before we put George to bed, he gets
to pick out two stories to read. The other night he picked out
Horton Hears A
Who. That particular book actually belonged
to me when I was a kid. I suppose it's a close to time-travel as I'll ever
get.
I've been doing some work on the website lately. Moving forward with pushing the album out there. I've added a press/contact page that contains some high-resolution photos from the album cover shoot.
Oddly enough, I'm feeling a little low in the comedy department today. So, here's a Haiku, the idea for which I'm completely ripping-off from my pal, Dan Certa:
Dick jokes are funny
They make beer come out of me
My son in a tree:
George! Watch out for that treeee!! Yep, going for the obvious joke....i suck.
I've been doing some work on the website lately. Moving forward with pushing the album out there. I've added a press/contact page that contains some high-resolution photos from the album cover shoot.
Oddly enough, I'm feeling a little low in the comedy department today. So, here's a Haiku, the idea for which I'm completely ripping-off from my pal, Dan Certa:
Dick jokes are funny
They make beer come out of me
My son in a tree:
George! Watch out for that treeee!! Yep, going for the obvious joke....i suck.
Posted at 09:59 PM
Tue - April 5, 2005
Shake it up baby
Twist and
doubt
Guy 1: I've got giant
testicles
Guy 2: You don't say?
Guy 1: That's right. They're enormous!
Guy 2: They don't look that big.
Guy 1: These are custom-made "Magical Pantalones"
Guy 2: Actually, you're not wearing pants.
Guy 1: That's right. I'm wearing "Magical Pantalones"
Long hours and short days can certainly describe the past couple of weeks I've had. I can't really say that's a bad thing. I can't remember what it's like to be bored. I can't believe it's not butter.
I'm slowly assembling my entire workforce (me) to promote the You Don't Know Me album. I've been waiting to really push it until the new CD became available on Apple's iTunes Music Store. Somehow the album doesn't feel truly released until it shows up there. I've been informed that it should be popping up on iTunes within the next month or so.
I've been trying to come up with unique ways to promote the album. I wonder how much it costs to get an ad space above the urinals at Applebee's? Maybe I could offer $25,000 for a Mac OS X virus? Perhaps I should hand our flyers at the mall...in the nude.
George has been getting really good at the bike riding thing lately. Over the last month or so I've been teaching him how to fall by smashing into his bike with a remote control car. It's kind of like bowling, but with remote control balls.
Nice photo, but actually he's desperately trying to choke me to death.
Guy 2: You don't say?
Guy 1: That's right. They're enormous!
Guy 2: They don't look that big.
Guy 1: These are custom-made "Magical Pantalones"
Guy 2: Actually, you're not wearing pants.
Guy 1: That's right. I'm wearing "Magical Pantalones"
Long hours and short days can certainly describe the past couple of weeks I've had. I can't really say that's a bad thing. I can't remember what it's like to be bored. I can't believe it's not butter.
I'm slowly assembling my entire workforce (me) to promote the You Don't Know Me album. I've been waiting to really push it until the new CD became available on Apple's iTunes Music Store. Somehow the album doesn't feel truly released until it shows up there. I've been informed that it should be popping up on iTunes within the next month or so.
I've been trying to come up with unique ways to promote the album. I wonder how much it costs to get an ad space above the urinals at Applebee's? Maybe I could offer $25,000 for a Mac OS X virus? Perhaps I should hand our flyers at the mall...in the nude.
George has been getting really good at the bike riding thing lately. Over the last month or so I've been teaching him how to fall by smashing into his bike with a remote control car. It's kind of like bowling, but with remote control balls.
Nice photo, but actually he's desperately trying to choke me to death.
Posted at 11:43 PM
Mon - March 21, 2005
How to Build A Fire-pit
...without singeing every last
pubic hair
I've been privileged to be able to prove that
Loverboy is a group that tells hateful lies. Unfortunately they actually sing
those lies. I have not been "working for the weekend", as Mike Reno seems to
imply emphatically. I really do enjoy Loverboy's "Sister Christian" song.
Ha...I'm kidding of course. I know Loverboy didn't do "Sister Christian". That
was classic Journey.
This past weekend I decided it was time for a little outdoors work. It had finally warmed up to a few degrees above "Witches Tit" around here and I wanted to get out there and do some stuff or something.
I watched my share of those home improvement shows. Since I don't recall ever seeing one feature the building of a fire-pit I really didn't know precisely how to do this. We had a huge stack of bricks by the house. I'm not exactly sure how many, but they would have certainly been enough to house that third pig and his two retarded brothers. Were they brothers? Where they even related?
I dug a hole in the yard, filled it with some sand, and put these bricks all around it. The spot where I chose to build a fire-pit was slightly hilly, so my circle of bricks was not exactly even. I had built it up to the point that it would really fuck up a lawnmower if one decided to mow over it. Even though I had only used 1/23 of the available bricks I decided it was done. I based this realization mostly on the fact that I was tired and it was time to move on to actually burning stuff in my new fire-pit.
Back a few years ago, my wife and were actually putting together what was to be a dresser for our son's room. It was while we were doing this that my wife calmly suggested we go to the hospital because there was a pretty good chance that the person we were putting this together for was going to fall out of her vagina. A few days later she finished putting it together (using ALL the screws that came with it - even the extra ones). It hung out in our son's room for a couple of years, and then we moved. Then we moved again. During that last particular move the dresser didn't fair very well. It started coming apart on it's way out of the moving truck into our current dwellings. We threw it in the barn, where I have been walking into it everytime I go out there to look at porn play guitar. You can probably sense where this is going....I burned it in my new firepit! Here's the following exchange my wife and I had while watching it burn:
Wife: You burned George's Dresser?
Me: Yes I did. I also smashed it with this sledgehammer.
Wife: But, we built that together...when I was going into labor.
Me: It was a piece of shit. We can watch it burn together, as long as you don't go into labor.
(silence, as we watch the fire)
Me: If I died right after I took a shit you wouldn't save that would you?
Wife: What?
Me: Of course you wouldn't. It's a piece of shit. Just like that dresser was.
Wife: Did you save the airplane and car drawer knobs?
Me: I think I'll quote this conversation in my blog.
I wound up breathing in too much smoke or drinking too many beers or something and got a headache. I went to bed at 6:30pm. Here's a shot of the finished fire-pit:
....and here it is from a different angle:
This past weekend I decided it was time for a little outdoors work. It had finally warmed up to a few degrees above "Witches Tit" around here and I wanted to get out there and do some stuff or something.
I watched my share of those home improvement shows. Since I don't recall ever seeing one feature the building of a fire-pit I really didn't know precisely how to do this. We had a huge stack of bricks by the house. I'm not exactly sure how many, but they would have certainly been enough to house that third pig and his two retarded brothers. Were they brothers? Where they even related?
I dug a hole in the yard, filled it with some sand, and put these bricks all around it. The spot where I chose to build a fire-pit was slightly hilly, so my circle of bricks was not exactly even. I had built it up to the point that it would really fuck up a lawnmower if one decided to mow over it. Even though I had only used 1/23 of the available bricks I decided it was done. I based this realization mostly on the fact that I was tired and it was time to move on to actually burning stuff in my new fire-pit.
Back a few years ago, my wife and were actually putting together what was to be a dresser for our son's room. It was while we were doing this that my wife calmly suggested we go to the hospital because there was a pretty good chance that the person we were putting this together for was going to fall out of her vagina. A few days later she finished putting it together (using ALL the screws that came with it - even the extra ones). It hung out in our son's room for a couple of years, and then we moved. Then we moved again. During that last particular move the dresser didn't fair very well. It started coming apart on it's way out of the moving truck into our current dwellings. We threw it in the barn, where I have been walking into it everytime I go out there to look at porn play guitar. You can probably sense where this is going....I burned it in my new firepit! Here's the following exchange my wife and I had while watching it burn:
Wife: You burned George's Dresser?
Me: Yes I did. I also smashed it with this sledgehammer.
Wife: But, we built that together...when I was going into labor.
Me: It was a piece of shit. We can watch it burn together, as long as you don't go into labor.
(silence, as we watch the fire)
Me: If I died right after I took a shit you wouldn't save that would you?
Wife: What?
Me: Of course you wouldn't. It's a piece of shit. Just like that dresser was.
Wife: Did you save the airplane and car drawer knobs?
Me: I think I'll quote this conversation in my blog.
I wound up breathing in too much smoke or drinking too many beers or something and got a headache. I went to bed at 6:30pm. Here's a shot of the finished fire-pit:
....and here it is from a different angle:
Posted at 11:02 PM
Mon - March 14, 2005
Traffic Safety Spew
No blood-filled accident
movie? I WANT MY MONEY BACK!
So, I attended traffic-safety school tonight in
response to my speeding ticket last December. They taught us bad driving was
bad and the double yellow line means that there's a McDonald's within 2 miles.
The instructor kept referencing events from the 70's, as if to prove he'd been
at this for quite some time. Luckily for me I was only ages 0-6 during the
70's, so I only caught a reference to Jimmy Carter. He was the first astronaut
on the moon after-all.
My place of employment recently moved locations. We hauled all our stuff to a brand-new building. It's been a bit odd trying to work out of a pristinely clean environment. I feel almost like a fully-dressed clown at church. Watch out! That's holy water coming out of the flower on my lapel! HONK! HONK! Here, have a balloon-cross.
Here's a shot from my perspective of my new desk. It says "Bitch" on the screen! Ha HA!
My place of employment recently moved locations. We hauled all our stuff to a brand-new building. It's been a bit odd trying to work out of a pristinely clean environment. I feel almost like a fully-dressed clown at church. Watch out! That's holy water coming out of the flower on my lapel! HONK! HONK! Here, have a balloon-cross.
Here's a shot from my perspective of my new desk. It says "Bitch" on the screen! Ha HA!
Posted at 10:03 PM
Tue - March 1, 2005
I Sneezed and Broke My Necklace
How ridiculous is
that?
Me and my necklace in happier times...and also with a horse.
So I'm in bed the other night, typing away at an email on the laptop....ahhhhCHoooo! My fucking necklace breaks. It's hard to tell in the photo, but there were approximately 418,000 beads on the necklace, each of which fell into my bed. I hope my neck isn't getting thicker. I'm not really sure how to deal with necklace loss. As a survivor, I can only hope that time will mend the wounds. Now, everytime I sneeze, I think of my old necklace.
We've got three dogs at this house, well actually only two now. One of them got hit by a car or kicked by a deer or something last night and crawled back paralyzed from the waist down. (do dogs have waists?) The dog had to be put to sleep this morning. It's been kinda tough around the house, especially with this happening back-to-back with my necklace breaking. Plus the fact that my father-in-law's mother passed away last week. They say tragedies happen in groups of three. I'm glad this trilogy is over.
A group of us were discussing what movies couldn't have sequels. I came up with Schindler's List and Weekend at Bernie's. At least I was half-right.
Posted at 08:41 PM
Sun - February 13, 2005
A Dick in Sumner County
When I was 9 years old, my
life-goal was to own a General Lee. Nothing's changed.
Just before last Christmas I was cited with my
first speeding ticket in 16 years. Recently I attended traffic court in
response to receiving the ticket. The manner in which I was caught, and the
resulting court appearance reminded me of my favorite TV show of all time, The
Dukes of Hazzard.
The judge at traffic court looked to be the bastard son of J.D. Hogg and Uncle Jessie. He was fat, bald, had a long beard, and surprisingly gave off not a Santa Claus type vibe, but more of a pedophile type vibe. Anyway, Judge "Fat Bastard" proceeded to give us a 10 minute lecture on hats, cell phones, and beverages. All of which I had at least one of on me at the time. Luckily I was in the back row, so I simply slipped my cappuccino under the seat of the woman next to me, turned off both of my cell phones, and quietly removed my hat. Traffic court resulted in an appearance at traffic safety school next month for me. Perhaps Judge Bastard can teach me how to drive like Bo and Luke.
All of this fixation on the Dukes of Hazzard lead to the natural conclusion of purchasing both seasons 1 and 2 of the series on DVD. I've been watching several episodes the past few days. I'd forgotten just how much I loved that show. My son, George has been getting into it too. He likes to scream, "Yeeeee-haaaaa!" anytime he detects any increase in speed while riding in the car, or even the shopping cart at the grocery store. To think that there's still five more seasons to be released, not to mention the season with Coy and Vance, I can't wait.
Since Valentine's Day is tomorrow, I can spill the beans that I've gotten my wife a 1/18 replica of the General Lee. She loved the show as much as I did. I'm probably toeing-the-line with a not-so romantic gift, but like hell I'm walking into a Victoria's Secret in a mall in the middle of Tennessee. Of course, then again, they are probably the only store to have a Budweiser nighty with a bottle opener in the crotch. In my size.
The judge at traffic court looked to be the bastard son of J.D. Hogg and Uncle Jessie. He was fat, bald, had a long beard, and surprisingly gave off not a Santa Claus type vibe, but more of a pedophile type vibe. Anyway, Judge "Fat Bastard" proceeded to give us a 10 minute lecture on hats, cell phones, and beverages. All of which I had at least one of on me at the time. Luckily I was in the back row, so I simply slipped my cappuccino under the seat of the woman next to me, turned off both of my cell phones, and quietly removed my hat. Traffic court resulted in an appearance at traffic safety school next month for me. Perhaps Judge Bastard can teach me how to drive like Bo and Luke.
All of this fixation on the Dukes of Hazzard lead to the natural conclusion of purchasing both seasons 1 and 2 of the series on DVD. I've been watching several episodes the past few days. I'd forgotten just how much I loved that show. My son, George has been getting into it too. He likes to scream, "Yeeeee-haaaaa!" anytime he detects any increase in speed while riding in the car, or even the shopping cart at the grocery store. To think that there's still five more seasons to be released, not to mention the season with Coy and Vance, I can't wait.
Since Valentine's Day is tomorrow, I can spill the beans that I've gotten my wife a 1/18 replica of the General Lee. She loved the show as much as I did. I'm probably toeing-the-line with a not-so romantic gift, but like hell I'm walking into a Victoria's Secret in a mall in the middle of Tennessee. Of course, then again, they are probably the only store to have a Budweiser nighty with a bottle opener in the crotch. In my size.
Posted at 11:14 PM
Thu - February 10, 2005
More On The Bicycle
...or should I say more OFF
the bicycle
The whole
"teaching-your-son-how-to-ride-a-bicycle" thing is a HUGE deal for most people.
I'm not so sure myself. This is getting ridiculous. I don't want to sound like
one of those parents that are always tooting their horn about how gifted their
kids are, because George is most capable of doing the most retarded things I've
ever seen before. His skills at the Memory card game are admirable, but I can
kick his ass at Risk every single time. You just can't hold on to Asia without
adequate defenses.
So now George is now sailing up and down the driveway on a two-wheel bicycle equipped with state-of-the-art training wheels. They seem state-of-the-art compared to the ones I remember having growing up. It was a rare occasion that both training wheels were in the down position at the same time. I'd say the ground itself was more of a motivational training aid for me. George's training wheels are locked into place fairly well. Even so, he manages to topple over pretty frequently. I'd have to say that it appears as if he's learning how to fall more than he is learning how to ride. He might fall from a tall building, or roll a brand new car, but my little unknown stuntman's name is George.
So now George is now sailing up and down the driveway on a two-wheel bicycle equipped with state-of-the-art training wheels. They seem state-of-the-art compared to the ones I remember having growing up. It was a rare occasion that both training wheels were in the down position at the same time. I'd say the ground itself was more of a motivational training aid for me. George's training wheels are locked into place fairly well. Even so, he manages to topple over pretty frequently. I'd have to say that it appears as if he's learning how to fall more than he is learning how to ride. He might fall from a tall building, or roll a brand new car, but my little unknown stuntman's name is George.
Posted at 09:28 PM
Sun - February 6, 2005
George on his bicycle
it's the
wheel-deal!
No three-year-olds were (significantly) injured during filming.
Posted at 12:33 PM
Sat - February 5, 2005
My Son Was in Stitches
My belated birthday party
included the circus and a trip to the hospital, as usual
Ouch!
I actually turned 32 years old on January 19th. It's a kind of milestone for me. Growing up, I always looked at ages 27 and 32 as serious future points in my life to look forward to. I figured if I wasn't happy at 27, I had 5 years in between to shape things up for when 32 rolled around. When I hit 27 I was working at a recording studio in Hollywood, CA. That doesn't sound so bad, but I really wasn't happy at the time. 5 years later, I'm 32 and I'm experiencing more happiness than I probably should with pants on.
Since I was out of town during my birthday, my family celebrated it last weekend. We went to the circus, had cake, and even ended up at the hospital. That's a good way to measure what kind of day you've had - if there was a hospital involved. My son, George, and I were wrestling around at my sister-in-law's house, when George decided to jump over me as I laid on the floor. He was successful, but ended up nailing an ottoman with his head. 7 stitches. Ouch.
He's doing fine now. In fact, it wasn't more than 5 minutes after the above photo was taken that he was asking for cake. Kids are pretty resilient that way. I'm thinking of throwing him off a cliff next time and seeing how long it takes for him to bounce back from that. I actually took him to have the stitches removed today. What fun! The nurses at the doctor's office gave me a bunch of forms to fill out. I copied off the guy next to me because I didn't want to say I didn't know any of that information. It's important to me that people see me as a good dad.
George, after I told him, "Chicks dig stitches."
I accidently sent my contact information to a bunch of business associates with my personal website listed. If any of those people are now reading this, well, I'm sorry. I sometimes use bad language, and totally rip my loser co-workers. Fuck me.
Posted at 03:06 AM
Thu - January 27, 2005
Excuse me sir, may I take your picture?
You may want to hand over the
wallet and car keys as well
As promised, I've posted pictures from the trip to San Francisco for the MacWorld convention. http://homepage.mac.com/cjsorg/PhotoAlbum28.html
I've also posted pictures from the NAMM show. http://homepage.mac.com/cjsorg/PhotoAlbum29.html
Neat, huh?
Posted at 12:10 AM
Sun - January 23, 2005
NAMM Anaheim, CA 2005
Wham, Bam, Thank-you
NAMM!
I've just returned home from attending the Winter
NAMM show in Anaheim, California. It was an intense couple of days of meeting
after meeting and penning job-related emails in-between. I think I walked about
20 miles by the time it was all
over.
The flight out to California happened to fall on my 32nd birthday. It wasn't exactly my idea of a great way to spend a birthday, but things could have been worse.
One of the highlights of the trip for me was verbally abusing the manager of the Best Western Hotel after she refused to give me a package that had been incorrectly delivered to her hotel instead of the one I was staying at. I had spent 45 minutes tracking down this all-important package only to find out that FedEx had delivered it to the wrong hotel. When I went to retrieve the box that had my company's logo on it, she refused to give it to me after I had shown her multiple documents proving that I was with the company. I completely lost it and threatened to call the cops, cussed her out, and cleared the lobby of several asian guests. It's almost scary how much fun I had doing that. It's so not like me.
During the convention I got to meet a lot of great people face-to-face that I had been emailing from all over the world. The size of the NAMM convention has become so huge that it's become impossible to cover the entire thing in only one day. There were a huge amount of celebrities there as well. I got to meet Tommy Shaw from Styx. He's a really cool guy.
Of course I've got pictures from NAMM and MacWorld to share yet. I'm still trying to get them all assembled and will post some of them soon.
It's great to be back home for awhile. Although it's rough coming home to snow and ice after spending a few days in 80 degree sunshine.
It would also suck if you called 714-776-0140 and told the manager of the Best Western to suck a dick. Please DO NOT do that.
The flight out to California happened to fall on my 32nd birthday. It wasn't exactly my idea of a great way to spend a birthday, but things could have been worse.
One of the highlights of the trip for me was verbally abusing the manager of the Best Western Hotel after she refused to give me a package that had been incorrectly delivered to her hotel instead of the one I was staying at. I had spent 45 minutes tracking down this all-important package only to find out that FedEx had delivered it to the wrong hotel. When I went to retrieve the box that had my company's logo on it, she refused to give it to me after I had shown her multiple documents proving that I was with the company. I completely lost it and threatened to call the cops, cussed her out, and cleared the lobby of several asian guests. It's almost scary how much fun I had doing that. It's so not like me.
During the convention I got to meet a lot of great people face-to-face that I had been emailing from all over the world. The size of the NAMM convention has become so huge that it's become impossible to cover the entire thing in only one day. There were a huge amount of celebrities there as well. I got to meet Tommy Shaw from Styx. He's a really cool guy.
Of course I've got pictures from NAMM and MacWorld to share yet. I'm still trying to get them all assembled and will post some of them soon.
It's great to be back home for awhile. Although it's rough coming home to snow and ice after spending a few days in 80 degree sunshine.
It would also suck if you called 714-776-0140 and told the manager of the Best Western to suck a dick. Please DO NOT do that.
Posted at 01:11 AM
Sun - January 16, 2005
MacWorld San Francisco 2005
Power computing & cross-country
commuting
As long as I can remember (a week ago Tuesday),
I've wanted to go to a Mac convention. It was this time two years ago, while I
was in LA, I was so close to dropping everything and driving up to SanFran for
the experience. I'm glad to say I've finally attended one. It was a
blast.
I'm actually writing this on the airplane as I fly back home to Tennessee. We're currently flying over California at 33,000 feet. That's a lot, I guess. I got lucky and there's no one sitting in my entire row. If I want the window, I get the window. If I want the isle, I get the isle. First class can kiss my ass.
My company's booth had a direct line of sight of Apple's behemoth space. I was there for the unveiling of the new Mac mini, and the iPod Shuffle. I suppose the rumors were true...a headless Mac for under $500. I was kept busy maintaining our presence at the booth for the majority of the show. There were so many people there, so many that I talked to alone, I lost count after about 9 - counting is for suckers.
Although I didn't get to shake hermetically-sealed hands with Steve Jobs, or even grace my eyeballs with his rugged good looks, it was as close as a guy like me can hope to come to the Mac Pope. He doesn't even need the phallic hat to attract the adoring masses. The power of Apple surrounded San Francisco in an almost frightening manner. On the day we arrived we saw hundreds (and I mean HUNDREDS) of street posters promoting the iPod. When we exited the convention after the first day, those same posters had changed to reveal the just-introduced iPod Shuffle.
Alright, now I'm drinking rum on the flight. My buddy Ry has joined me in my airborne paradise. Ry and I tackled a lot of after-hours fun stuff during our stay in SF. We finished off the week on Saturday with a day off and spent it down at Fisherman's Wharf, a popular tourist attraction. I so wanted to visit Alcatraz, but we weren't able to make it before the last boat left. It worked out for the best though, since that afforded us more cash for alcohol, which we gladly spent all of at a wonderful little neighborhood bar called Sweetie's before we finished our last night in the city.
But of course we are busy motoring, and our price for flight comes due again in only a couple of days when I fly back out to Anaheim, CA for the NAMM convention. That's the National Appliance & Macramé Man-Sweater convention for you lay-persons.
I'm actually writing this on the airplane as I fly back home to Tennessee. We're currently flying over California at 33,000 feet. That's a lot, I guess. I got lucky and there's no one sitting in my entire row. If I want the window, I get the window. If I want the isle, I get the isle. First class can kiss my ass.
My company's booth had a direct line of sight of Apple's behemoth space. I was there for the unveiling of the new Mac mini, and the iPod Shuffle. I suppose the rumors were true...a headless Mac for under $500. I was kept busy maintaining our presence at the booth for the majority of the show. There were so many people there, so many that I talked to alone, I lost count after about 9 - counting is for suckers.
Although I didn't get to shake hermetically-sealed hands with Steve Jobs, or even grace my eyeballs with his rugged good looks, it was as close as a guy like me can hope to come to the Mac Pope. He doesn't even need the phallic hat to attract the adoring masses. The power of Apple surrounded San Francisco in an almost frightening manner. On the day we arrived we saw hundreds (and I mean HUNDREDS) of street posters promoting the iPod. When we exited the convention after the first day, those same posters had changed to reveal the just-introduced iPod Shuffle.
Alright, now I'm drinking rum on the flight. My buddy Ry has joined me in my airborne paradise. Ry and I tackled a lot of after-hours fun stuff during our stay in SF. We finished off the week on Saturday with a day off and spent it down at Fisherman's Wharf, a popular tourist attraction. I so wanted to visit Alcatraz, but we weren't able to make it before the last boat left. It worked out for the best though, since that afforded us more cash for alcohol, which we gladly spent all of at a wonderful little neighborhood bar called Sweetie's before we finished our last night in the city.
But of course we are busy motoring, and our price for flight comes due again in only a couple of days when I fly back out to Anaheim, CA for the NAMM convention. That's the National Appliance & Macramé Man-Sweater convention for you lay-persons.
Posted at 06:08 PM
Fri - January 7, 2005
Road Stories
Pllanes, Trains, and
Automobiles
Sunday morning will find me flying off to San
Francisco for the MacWorld Expo. I'm expecting it to be quite a trip. An
all-expense paid journey into the heat of the Mac enthusiast. Although I've
never been to a Mac-related convention before, I've always wanted to go. I've
watched countless Keynote speeches given by Steve Jobs over the years. Should I
be embarrassed to say that many of them brought me to tears? I suppose I
should.
My son George received approximately 487 Thomas the Tank Engine trains this Christmas. He's now about halfway to collecting them all! Throughout our house there is not a room without at least a coal car or a stretch of track for them to travel on. The most common feature of the Thomas trains is that they are extremely uncomfortable to step on. I rarely make it from one end of the house to the other without stepping on at least one of them. Perhaps George has a future in the strategical placement of land-mines.
I got a ticket for speeding the other day. There's a stretch of road about 3 football fields long that goes from 70 to 45 to 50. I got yanked for a 63 in a 45. Now I know how Bo and Luke Duke felt. That was a total Roscoe P. Coletrain trick those fuzzies pulled on me. It's my first speeding ticket in 16 years. You'd think a 16 year run of law abiding driving might deserve a warning, but Officer Hick Fuzz thought differently. It was kind of odd because I was obviously older than the young porky that pulled me over. He asked me a lot of stupid questions like, "Do you know how fast you were going?" and, "Do you smell ham?" I certainly noticed the bacon-esque aroma as I was blinded by his grease-covered flashlight. At least I'll have an interesting blog to write after attending my traffic-safety class.
The phrase "anal retentive" loses all it's humorous appeal in tha slamma!
My son George received approximately 487 Thomas the Tank Engine trains this Christmas. He's now about halfway to collecting them all! Throughout our house there is not a room without at least a coal car or a stretch of track for them to travel on. The most common feature of the Thomas trains is that they are extremely uncomfortable to step on. I rarely make it from one end of the house to the other without stepping on at least one of them. Perhaps George has a future in the strategical placement of land-mines.
I got a ticket for speeding the other day. There's a stretch of road about 3 football fields long that goes from 70 to 45 to 50. I got yanked for a 63 in a 45. Now I know how Bo and Luke Duke felt. That was a total Roscoe P. Coletrain trick those fuzzies pulled on me. It's my first speeding ticket in 16 years. You'd think a 16 year run of law abiding driving might deserve a warning, but Officer Hick Fuzz thought differently. It was kind of odd because I was obviously older than the young porky that pulled me over. He asked me a lot of stupid questions like, "Do you know how fast you were going?" and, "Do you smell ham?" I certainly noticed the bacon-esque aroma as I was blinded by his grease-covered flashlight. At least I'll have an interesting blog to write after attending my traffic-safety class.
The phrase "anal retentive" loses all it's humorous appeal in tha slamma!
Posted at 11:38 PM