Is anyone else aware that Pharrell Williams has a terrible voice? I really admire him and all, but he can't sing.
You know something else that pisses me off? I hate it when articles mention the Britney-Madonna kiss at the MTV Video Music Awards, but fail to mention that Christina Aguilera got in on the action too. I blame it all on the person who decided to show Justin's reaction to the first kiss before letting Madonna finish all the kissing. I'm sure there's some tape of the whole thing from that one camera, but it seems that the media has only the actual version that aired.
I wanted to take this time to thank Joe Rigby and Rich Bland.
I had just started working in Pennsylvania. Straight out of school with an engineering degree, I was an enthusiastic and naive consultant, working on-site at a pharmaceutical company. A co-worker and I were working really hard at getting this one vessel up and running. At the end of the project, we were both rewarded with bonuses.
Now that I've been working in the consulting business for a few years, I realize how meaningful and unprecedented this was. Contractors get paid for the work they do, but they don't get bonuses.
I just wanted to let you know that I truly appreciate the gesture.
(Maybe I should call you instead of hoping that you happen to do a Google search for your name and happen to find this site. Hey, you never know.)
I have water stuck in my left ear. I think it got there during a shower I took on Saturday. I've tried jumping up and down. I've tried shaking my head about. I've tried pressurizing the inside of my head by holding my nose, breathing in, and trying to blow the air out through my ears. I have even tried a vinegar and water solution, which, incidentally, caused my wife to turn away from me in bed. My ear still has water in it.
I too despise the browser wars. There are rules. Why should web designers have to deal with inconsistencies? What common word ends with the letter Q?
Kate volunteered my services to design a web site for the local rowing club. When first she mentioned it, I thought of all the work that would be involved and sighed a little sigh. Then, as I started thinking about it, I started getting real excited and remembered how much I enjoy doing it. If it comes to fruition, this will be my first web design job!
In response to my blogging question, I think I agree with Arthur, and even more so. It's not even just arrogant people, it's arrogant people who know how to use a computer, know how to put words together to form sentences, and have the desire to set up a forum for their arrogance.
I like to blog.
As I turned the calendar to September, I realized that this unfortunate anniversary was fast approaching. I wasn't looking forward to it because I didn't want to think about it. Yesterday I realized that it's a mistake to do that.
I often wonder (sometimes on this page and sometimes to myself) why I keep this page. Sometimes I think I do it so friends and family can easily keep up-to-date with my life. Sometimes I think I do it because an idea pops into my mind and I want to record it. Sometimes I think I want to tell interesting, funny stories and have the masses follow my life on-line and be loved, loved, loved.
I'm pretty sure I vowed never to talk about this struggle again, but it seems to come up a lot. Every time I feel guilty for not writing, I wonder what prompts the feeling? Who do I think I'm disappointing? I think the issue arises when my mind leaps among the different reasons for having this page.
In conclusion:
- I'm glad I have this outlet.
- I won't feel guilty for not writing, but I will continue to write often.
- I won't ever talk about this again.
Well, we finally created an eBay account. We need to purge some of the stuff from the guest room closet and have been talking about this for months now. Every time we started, it seemed to get real complicated, asking for all kinds of personal numbers. Now all we need are the digital photos and snazzy descriptions (I'll leave that to Kate) and we can sell off our junk.
Of course, we couldn't just start selling; we needed to see what the buying was like first. We already "won" a butter dish (color: bone) and an electric guitar (color: none). Oh, and I'm still thinking about bidding on that old Liz Phair EP.
All this consumerism got me thinking. Since it is nearly the season for birthdays and gift-giving holidays, I tried to come up with an extended, expanded wish list. I soon realized that there was nothing I really wanted. Well, I really want a house and a big television set, but I'm not expecting those as gifts. Actually, I don't really want a big television set; I'm just drawn to them. I look at them every time we pass an electronics store at the mall. I don't understand why.
In any case, am I really this easy to please? I can't think of anything that I really want, just for myself, being totally selfish?
About this blog: There is no moral. There is no point. Just thought I'd write about what's going on. Hey, it's my blog, right?
Is it really true that the latest thing for gangsta rappers (besides the pimp cup) is having unprotected sex with men?
I don't know why, but my mind has locked onto this as something significant. Isn't this some sort of indication of society's state? What does it mean? Is it good? Is it bad? Is homosexuality now an ultra-manly thing (think prison)? Are the men consenting adults or are they being raped? Is it based on love, violence, or experimentation?
I am intrigued.
And then...Kate says that this has been around for a while. She saw it on an episode of ER. It's called "on the down low."
I'm still intrigued. I'm not gay, just intrigued.