Feb 23, 2009

The Oscars, and one loser.

So those Oscars were on again last night. I normally don’t watch them because I don’t watch enough movies to really know what’s good or not. And I don’t really follow the hype either. This year was a little different. I’ve been listening to and reading a lot more entertainment podcasts and blogs lately so I kind of had an idea of what was out there. Still didn’t make me want to watch most of the movies though. So, I decided to watch the last half hour and catch the really big awards. Silly me, to trust that there really was 30 minutes left according to the on screen menu. This brings me to the second reason why I don’t watch the Oscars. I always get this feeling that I will never have the recognition doing such great things. It just depresses me. But as I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, I got to thinking. Why am I looking up to these people in such a way? I mean really, these people are just actors. They are not in any way the people they are playing on screen. So they can cry on cue. They can portray another person well enough for you to think it’s all true. Good for them. But when the cameras are off, they are just normal folk like you and I.

Feb 13, 2009


I tend to think I'm pretty smart when it comes to things with the internet, but I'm just not getting this one.
I opened up Google Reader at 4:47p (box 1).
Looks like the post was posted at 4:02p (box 2).
Somehow my Hulu show was added to my queue at 8:21p (box 3).
Unless the Hulu servers are in another time zone, but I still don't understand how it was be almost 30 minutes off.
Any thoughts gang?
Things I'm doing right now:
Doing: typing up my blog and checking Twitter
Foods: Just finished up my Jimmy Johns sandwich.
Drinks: My Coke is now empty, I think I might have another.
Ears: Listening to Nightwish. I just can't get engouht of this group, and the symphonic metal genre in general.
Feeling guilty: Because I want to eat the cocolate I got for H for V-day. I won't though, I got myself some Oreo's. But, I have to pace myself.
Will be doing in five minutes: Making a cheesey V-day card for H, then off to watch 30 Rock from Netflix and work my puzzle.
Side note, I really hate drafting my posts in Blogger's WYSIWYG editor.

Feb 10, 2009

I found a puddle

I was taking Daphne out for her last bathroom break for the evening. She’s a little princess and doesn’t like to walk in the puddles that collect on the sidewalk near my apartment. Yeah I know, puddles in Minnesota in February? And rain! Even weirder is that there is ice that lines the sidewalks. I decide to follow Daphne around the water because I have my dog walking shoes one. They have holes in the heal. Most water is kept out of the shoe, but if I really force the issue, I’ll get wet feet. I figure, I’ve been doing this walking on ice thing for 29 years, I can avoid the water no problem.” I forgot that when you have ice, and add water, it gets very slippery. So, I slip and drop my ass right into the inch deep puddle we were trying to avoid. Of course, sure footed Daphne did just fine. I laid there for a bit mumbling curses to myself. I get up to see that I had let go of her leash, but like a good dog she stopped and waited for me. Funny moment, she came back for me, but stopped right at the edge of the puddle. Not even I, the great dog master, am good enough for her to wade though the water to me. I take a few steps toward her and realize that I feel much taller. Damn, My glasses fell off. How the hell am I going to find them in the dark, and not step on them while searching. Well, no need to concern myself, I found them pretty fast. On the way back, it was sort of fun splashing through all the water. I was all ready wet so I didn’t really care. As I am undressing from my wet cloths, I see that my jacket has some mud caked on it. Crap, it’s not mud, it’s crap. I clean that up and all is well, aside from a sore, wet butt. Holy hot mess I am long winded.

Feb 5, 2009

ramble ramble

So this is what I was afraid of when I got it in my head that I wanted to start blogging. One day I would just have nothing. That day has come. Nothing worth chatting about has come through my life. Right now I have 11 followers on Twitter. That’s 11 more than I thought I ever would. That makes me think, why did I hook up with Twitter in the first place? Maybe just for fun. Maybe just to see what would happen. Maybe to cross promote my blog. Not sure really. How about you tell me. My Google Reader has been backing up. As of now, 260 unread items. I usually have to keep it at 50 or less before I feel comfortable. My job has me working too much to catch up. Weird right? Working at work. Oh! This is news, for me. I’m getting my wife a gift for Valentines Day. She’ll be receiving a brand new hatchet! She’s on her own to get the chocolates. She knows what she wants better than I do. This is news because I never get her anything. I think this is the dumbest, made-up holiday out there. Right next to Independence day. (yeah, that was a joke. But because I have to explain it, it’s a lame joke. But hell if I’m going to delete it!) It’s 7:35a. I’m eating some M&M’s. How sad. My over-the-wall cube mate gave me and my shared desk cube made to bags of the 14oz. M’s. She’s awesome. I’m fatter. We’re all happier for it. Now, 270 unread items. I have to go catch up.