Duhn duhn Duhhhhhh!!! We’re back, after what seems like forever. Work has been nothing short of a tidal wave for the last few months…which leaves me wondering if I should grab my surfboard or run like hell. I have a major presentation this morning, so I’ll be back with more later. Toodles…
…I’m behind. Not a little, but what seems like an insurmountable load of work is sitting before me. Ieeeeshhhhhh.
I’ll be on the road this weekend, so I hope to update a bit more then. Later,
Greetings, all.
Yes, I know that it’s been almost two months since I’ve last posted, but those two months were spend building the most challenging project that I’ve ever worked on. I’ll leave that for the next post, but today I came across something that simply must be touted.
I’m in Dallas, getting ready to present a lecture about my graphical film work. I’m staying at a very nice resort hotel. I’m not saying which chain, but it’s a very upscale establishment.
The room is so nice that it has one of those wonderful “In Room Bar” thingies. Even this is upscale. This one actually charges your room bill the second that you pick up anything inside. Now you might think that this technological wonder is what I’m posting about today, but you’d be wrong.
Instead, I’m wanting to explain to you what is actually inside this $2-for-a-can-of-Coke monstrosity.
Located in one of the bottom corner slots in the door was a little tin. A small, round tin, similar to the kind of tins that Altoid mints come in. It has a little label with the hotel’s logo on it. Other than that, it has no identification whatsoever.
Thinking that it might be something “snacky” (I didn’t get to eat lunch today) I searched the pricelist attached to the door of the unit. Soft drinks were in the $2 range, liquor was in the $6 range (for one of those microscopic two ounce bottles) and the snacks were $3-5…but they were always clearly labeled. Then at last I saw it. There, at the very bottom of the list, for a whopping $8.50 was…
…something called an “Intimacy Kit”.
Forget 50 cents in the service station bathroom, this is the most stylish condom case I’ve ever seen. I thought about buying it just to see what was in it, but I realized that I needed the $8.50 in case I wanted a Coke and some peanuts.
In trying to regain some life balance, one must partake of lots of Tai Chi or Chai Tea…whichever.
Ahhh.. another election season has come and gone…finally. One of my pet peeves about election time…and I have many peeves about our political system…is the plethora of political signs left behind like so many war orphans. No one seems to have any desire to do anything about them, win or lose.
Here’s a thought…why not enact legislation to require political candidates or platform support groups to offer a deposit on those ugly signs. Nothing major, but something like 25 cents a sign, to be paid by the candidate’s election fund starting 24 hours after the polls close. The candidate is required to have a quarter a sign in a fund to pay the persons that return the signs to them, payable in cash. Make the deposit even bigger for larger signs. This also makes the campaigns think about how much random visual clutter they want to throw out since they have to pay to redeem them or have them picked up themselves. Look at how that changes the landscape…literally.
There will be hordes of sign reposessors roaming the countryside in a frenzied swarm, fighting each other for the last stray political sign. Each and every sign will be gone within 24 hours of the election.
But, since it will require politicians to enact this very common-senseical idea, and politics and common sense don’t mix, don’t hold your breath to see anything like this happen soon.
Also, anyone other than me notice that gas prices went down immediately before the election and now they’re going back up? Funny how that works.
No, I’ve not unlocked cold fusion, nor have I found a way to reliably harness governmental hot air, but I think that I have a chance to provide the entire developed world’s energy needs. Tonight I will be chaperoning 15 junk food eatin’, sugar-laden-caffeinated drink swilling, “my PSP beats your lousy GameBoy anyday” yelling 6 to 10 year old boys on an overnight camping trip. The energy is there…now to find a way to harness it.
Pray for my poor sleep-deprived soul.
Folks, this blog is all about learning to relax and enjoy the online world for what it truly is…a mainline IV of mindless (and usually stupid) drivel. But every once in a while something that comes along that is so silly, childish and juvenile…not to mention being straight from the Department of Redundancy Department…that it bears passing on the masses for the betterment of the world. Here’s a site that is absolutely brilliantly about totally nothing. Spectacularly vacuous…insanely brilliant…not to mention cool factor 10. Check it out.
The Wonderful World of Longmire
Remember, Digital Valium is not responsible for injury or death from laughter. Enjoy at your own risk.
So, we have a new name. Thanks to a stray comment by my buddy Steve and an immediate rush of RBD, I’ve renamed the blog…again. This time I think that it’s going to stick, as I now see the direction that “my” blog should take. Having grown up in a family of engineers, I’ve been around computers for as long as I can remember and I’m now thought of as a full blown “gadget geek” by my friends.
I realize that I have gotten to the point where I use my computer as a security blanket and I’m sure that there are lots of folks out there like me, so I’m off to see what I can find to make digital life a little more bearable for all of us. Stay tuned.
Houston, we have a problem. So now, at a time that I can least afford to spend waste any time on something as trivial as a blog entry due to a tidal wave of work related issues, here’s an update on the state of my emotions.
AAAIIIIIIEEEEEIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for listening.
More nonsensical yammering to come.