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Thursday, February 24, 2005
I like Hot Dogs
I also like Will Ferrell's impression of Harry Caray. I like it so much that I have become somewhat profecient at copying it.
Did you get that: It's me, doing Will Ferrell, doing Harry Caray.
I also like Lost. I think it's one of the best shows on television right now. It never disappoints.
I also like Netflix. I live in KC, and they have a big clearinghouse here. Man, I drop a DVD in the mail and I get my new one in two days. Blockbuster is dead to me. Dead I say!
I also like the movie "The Last Samurai." I just saw it last week (Thanks Netflix!) As a fan of Star Wars, I became a fan of Akira Kurosawa's films (the big basis for Star Wars) and I have developed a love of the whole Samurai/Bushido thing. I've been reading about it lately, very cool.
I also like a new thing my friend John January and I have started doing. It's a Podcast. For info on what the hell a Podcast is, go to iPodder.org : and you can learn all about it. For our Podcast, you can check out our American Copywriter web page. We think it's decent, check it out for yourself.
I also like writing this blog.
And cheese.
And Ren & Stimpy.
Now log off, you bloated sack of protoplasm. ¶ 10:53 AM 7 comments
Did you get that: It's me, doing Will Ferrell, doing Harry Caray.
I also like Lost. I think it's one of the best shows on television right now. It never disappoints.
I also like Netflix. I live in KC, and they have a big clearinghouse here. Man, I drop a DVD in the mail and I get my new one in two days. Blockbuster is dead to me. Dead I say!
I also like the movie "The Last Samurai." I just saw it last week (Thanks Netflix!) As a fan of Star Wars, I became a fan of Akira Kurosawa's films (the big basis for Star Wars) and I have developed a love of the whole Samurai/Bushido thing. I've been reading about it lately, very cool.
I also like a new thing my friend John January and I have started doing. It's a Podcast. For info on what the hell a Podcast is, go to iPodder.org : and you can learn all about it. For our Podcast, you can check out our American Copywriter web page. We think it's decent, check it out for yourself.
I also like writing this blog.
And cheese.
And Ren & Stimpy.
Now log off, you bloated sack of protoplasm. ¶ 10:53 AM 7 comments
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
American Idoloscopy
OK. I'm going to cop to being a closet American Idol fan. I cannot help myself. Watching this seemingly endless parade of talentless morons parading themselves -- on national TV, mind you -- before Paula, Randy, Simon, God and the World is true TrainWreck Television™.
I mean, some of these bozos that got cut last night couldn't carry a tune if they had eight hands and a couple of wheelbarrows. Seriously. Why do they feel the need to subject themselves to this self-esteem destroying process?
Simple: They want money.
Oh, sure, they can boast and brag about how "if they're not able to express themselves through music, they'd rather die" and all that blah-blah-bliggity-blah, but the bottom line is this: They want to be famous.
Oh yeah, and rich.
I'll be honest, I can sing a little bit and play guitar a little bit, but man, I have no delusions of grandeur. And certainly not enough sheer balls to get up on a stage in front of millions of people and look like a complete jackass.
I mean, I do that everyday, but it doesn't get broadcast.
So, rest assured, FOX-TV, I'll be watching the talentless flacks.
Oh, I'll be watching.
¶ 9:29 AM 3 comments
I mean, some of these bozos that got cut last night couldn't carry a tune if they had eight hands and a couple of wheelbarrows. Seriously. Why do they feel the need to subject themselves to this self-esteem destroying process?
Simple: They want money.
Oh, sure, they can boast and brag about how "if they're not able to express themselves through music, they'd rather die" and all that blah-blah-bliggity-blah, but the bottom line is this: They want to be famous.
Oh yeah, and rich.
I'll be honest, I can sing a little bit and play guitar a little bit, but man, I have no delusions of grandeur. And certainly not enough sheer balls to get up on a stage in front of millions of people and look like a complete jackass.
I mean, I do that everyday, but it doesn't get broadcast.
So, rest assured, FOX-TV, I'll be watching the talentless flacks.
Oh, I'll be watching.
¶ 9:29 AM 3 comments
Thursday, February 03, 2005
The Eyes Have It. (But what if they don't?)
If you have children I would like to implore you:
GET THEIR EYES CHECKED.
McTighe Haüs has recently been dealing with the discovery that our 3-year old son, Sean, is severly farsighted. That means he has trouble focusing on things up close. Like coloring, and reading, and tracing/writing. The only reason we knew there might be a problem with his eyesight was because his right eye was starting to turn in a little. This was our only indicator. Ånd, Sean's eye doctor said we were lucky he was exhibiting that outward symptom. Some kids go seven or eight years before their parents -- or more likely -- their teachers realize they can't read very well.
Scratch that: Not "can't read very well" and replace it with "can't see very well."
So, last week Sean had to get glasses and today, we just started patching the stronger eye to strengthen the weaker eye. That means we cover the strong eye with a little adhesive patch (we put superhero stickers on it) so that the weaker eye has to bust ass and get buff. Sean doesn't like it one bit, but he hasn't tried to take it off. Yet.
His doctor says that we should experience significant increases in the strength of both of his eyes and that his prescription will go down over time. He'll probably always have to wear glasses, but by the time he's 21 (surgery consent age) there will have been significant advances in what they can do to fix his eyes. Hell, maybe they'll just insert a tiny robotic lens in there. Just like the Terminator.
Anyway, if anyone reading this thinks their kids need an eye check -- they do. And if anyone reading this thinks their kids don't need an eye check -- they do.
Seriously, what can it hurt? Nothing. What can it help? Everything.
Oh, one other thing. This morning right when Sean woke up, he asked if he could watch cartoons. We turned them on and he was quiet for a moment. Then he asked me if he could "have his glasses on." I think they might be helping.
¶ 9:13 AM 0 comments
GET THEIR EYES CHECKED.
McTighe Haüs has recently been dealing with the discovery that our 3-year old son, Sean, is severly farsighted. That means he has trouble focusing on things up close. Like coloring, and reading, and tracing/writing. The only reason we knew there might be a problem with his eyesight was because his right eye was starting to turn in a little. This was our only indicator. Ånd, Sean's eye doctor said we were lucky he was exhibiting that outward symptom. Some kids go seven or eight years before their parents -- or more likely -- their teachers realize they can't read very well.
Scratch that: Not "can't read very well" and replace it with "can't see very well."
So, last week Sean had to get glasses and today, we just started patching the stronger eye to strengthen the weaker eye. That means we cover the strong eye with a little adhesive patch (we put superhero stickers on it) so that the weaker eye has to bust ass and get buff. Sean doesn't like it one bit, but he hasn't tried to take it off. Yet.
His doctor says that we should experience significant increases in the strength of both of his eyes and that his prescription will go down over time. He'll probably always have to wear glasses, but by the time he's 21 (surgery consent age) there will have been significant advances in what they can do to fix his eyes. Hell, maybe they'll just insert a tiny robotic lens in there. Just like the Terminator.
Anyway, if anyone reading this thinks their kids need an eye check -- they do. And if anyone reading this thinks their kids don't need an eye check -- they do.
Seriously, what can it hurt? Nothing. What can it help? Everything.
Oh, one other thing. This morning right when Sean woke up, he asked if he could watch cartoons. We turned them on and he was quiet for a moment. Then he asked me if he could "have his glasses on." I think they might be helping.
¶ 9:13 AM 0 comments
