I heard Great Big Sea on “The Mountain Stage” on NPR last night. It was very strange hearing them in a venue where the crowd didn’t really know them that well. They had to keep prompting the audience where they were supposed to applaud, where they were supposed to sing along, etc. They got the lamest “FARE-THEE-WELL”s in Helmet Head ever.
My Dream Aviation Gadget
I was thinking about this last night while driving home from Ottawa. I would have been flying home, except there was a thunderstorm cell parked right over Rochester that is still here this morning.
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Some thoughts on the Giro
I’ve been enjoying watching the 87th Giro d’Italia, 2004 this year.
I’ve got a few thoughts about it, though.
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Some guys are destined to be single forever
A friend of mine told me this story. She says she was on the subway and saw a guy wearing a t-shirt that says Bow before me, for I am root.
“Cute shirt”, she says.
“Do you even know what it means”, he sneered.
“Why don’t you call me some time – my number is 127.0.0.1”, she responded.
Sick
Dammit. Yesterday I woke up with a bit of a sore throat. By lunch time I had a raging sore throat and a drippy nose. I went home to work, and got some work done, but not as much as I’d hoped. Thanks to some no-name cold medicine, I dried up enough to drag myself into work, but I think I’m going to take another half day at home after lunch. This sucks.
In other news, I listened to my voice mail for the first time in a couple of weeks. I hate voice mail. Fortunately, nearly everybody important knows to send me email instead. But one message said “This is Tim Selene, call me at 1-800-xxx-xxxx”. Yeah, right. I have no idea who you are, you don’t say what the call is about, and you want me to call you? I don’t think so. A google shows that the number is actually for a securities firm in San Diego. Can you say “pump and dump stock seller”?