But I am not going to mess with him, that much I do know.
Let them sing it for you is a very cool web application in which you type a phrase in english, click 'Let them sing it' and through a motley assortment of samples from pop songs, your phrase is sang.
It is good clean fun (or not so clean if that strikes your fancy).
One pant to bring them all, and in the khaki bind them. Okay, so perhaps SCOTTeVEST's (SeV) Hidden Cargo Pants aren't quite a Tolkien legacy...yet? I love to wear cargo pants. With as much gear as I prefer to have on hand, cargos are really the only option. But most cargo pants have a rather over-casual feel. So how does one carry all their stuff but still look suave at the same time? In the world of Old Navy cargos, is it worth the price? Read on as we uncover the full details...
Since the holiday travel season is upon us, I thought I would point out Jeff's 20 Simple Rules for Air Travel:
I had a red-eye to NYC on Sunday, flew back last night. Both flights were packed (I guess someone at United had the bright idea that smaller planes would boost their load factor numbers). So let's just say that I had ample time to compile my 20 Simple Rules for Air Travel.
Nothing too mind blowing here, but well worth the read.
It looks like Lafayette beat my alma mater, Lehigh yesterday at the 140th annual Lehigh/Lafayette game, which is the longest played college football rivalry in the country. This win ties both schools with 70 victories a piece, so next year's game should be good, and it will be at Lehigh (hurrah!).
Found on Michael Jordan's Weblog (no, not that Michael Jordon):
This past Donut Day was interesting because in my current job I had a tiny role to play in the project to get the donuts (or the culturally relevant local alternative) delivered worldwide. It's a nontrivial exercise to deliver donuts worldwide, especially when the machinery is rusty. We did Donut Day this time as a celebration of the Solaris launch but also as a nod to the return of some of the old-style fun. People may disagree about the importance of donuts or the return on a cultural investment. It may not even be the healthiest way to mark a milestone.
It is the little things that people really appreciate, if you ask me. If my workplace offered free donuts every Wednesday that would be freakin' cool.
Next week, millions of college students and young professionals will head home for the Thanksgiving holidays. We’ll sit with our families in warm, candle-lit dining rooms eating stuffed turkey, reminiscing over old photographs, preparing holiday shopping lists and … Please. Let’s be frank. We are going home to fix our parents' computers.
She hardly ever has any problems with it, thanks to the lack of spyware for the Mac, but I do tend to boot it up and make sure everything is a-ok when I visit, as I am going to do when I am there on Wednesday.
I may even tell her about this little old site of mine, but I haven't decided about that yet.
The Ultimate Matrix Collection consists of 10 DVD's. That is a lot of meaningless philosophical babble for $55.
I, like many people, am not always happy with the person that I am. I could stand to lose some weight (OK, a lot of weight). I am not the best at 'relating' to people, and this makes small talk difficult for me. Since I am bad at small talk I tend not to be all that out going, unless I am interacting with a group of people, then all bets are off.
“I don't have time to write.” “I can't dance.” “I can't talk to new people.” “I'm not attractive.”
I hear this all the time. I always hear the people around me sabotaging themselves, drawing lines and borders and boxes around themselves.
To which I say, make the time; dance; just talk to people; be attractive!
I tend not to find this kind of advise all that helpful, it is all common sense after-all, but sometimes seeing it from another person's perspective is refreshing.
UPDATE: Julie couldn't tell if I thought this advice was trite or not. Hard to say really, since it is all common sense stuff to me. Does that make it trite? I don't know.
A British hooligan in the streets of Belgium. The typical Briton is polite, witty and phlegmatic, but lacks a certain style and has a dental hygiene issue while having an occasional drinking problem
I wonder how the Brits feel about this.
Here is a pdf (4 megs or so) of all the books that I own (keep in mind that when I moved from New York to PA I had to get rid of a significant amount of my books. They are heavy!).
Check out this series of pictures, and I am sure your day will start looking pretty good in comparison.
UPDATE: Pointed the link to a site that is working. Thanks, Dave, for pointing out it wasn't working.
UPDATE II: I pointed to yet another site, that I think will work for awhile.
We all know I'm a geek, and we all know that I am a Mac guy, so what is the perfect Christmas present for a geeky Mac guy? Why, an Xserve of course. 2 processors, 64-bit goodness, and OS X server, who could ask for anything more?
And apparently I am not alone as Apple server shipments grow 119 percent year-over-year:
Apple has continued to re-establish itself in the server market. After having above-average growth in the second quarter of 2004, the company grew shipments 119 percent year over year, reports IT-Enquirer.
Of course, to be frank, Apple didn't ship many servers before the Xserve because their servers sucked, but now they rock. And I want one. Or two.
Anyone at Apple listening?
I am writing with great news. Today, Macromedia fired me.
I was planning to leave in February, but there is no longer a need to debate when I will be ready to leave financially and all of those other things. I'm gone now, never to return.
It's time to turn a new corner and see what happens.
I think, 'Today, Macromedia fired me,' is a much stronger opening line, but hey what do I know?
I am just glad that I like my job enough not to want to be fired. However, I wish Jeff all the best. He seems to have already written his first novel, and that is a giant hurdle for any aspiring writer. Of course, all first novels are generally crap, but once you get it out of your system you are golden.
One day I, too, will write a novel.
(At the conclusion of setting up the insurance on my NEW CAR.)
Miranda (insurance lady): Okay, this policy is good until you turn twenty-five or you get married, whichever comes first.
Maura: Yeah, that'll be the twenty-five.
This post made me laugh out loud, so I thought I would share, since that is what this is all about after all:
So, by the time I made it to the post office, it was 4:27pm, and, in my rush to get inside, I accidentally locked my keys in my rental car. After several calls to Enterprise, Geico, AAA, the Enfield police, and the Prime Minister of Bangladesh, I finally got someone to send a locksmith to help me. For an hour and 20 minutes, I waited in the lobby of the now-closed post office, waving to smirking students as they rode by on their bicycles. By the time the locksmith arrived from Norlina, a town 50 miles away, I had already set about trying to gnaw off my own foot. (I was a little hungry by then.)
So maybe Jason will read this and come up with a feed for influencers like me who subscribe to his feed in aggregators that don't deal with his ads very well. One can hope.
As Philadelphia's Most Influential Blogger™, I must say I certainly don't expect special treatment online, or in the real world. I thought the Blogosphere was an egalitarian online utopia. Sadly, I was incorrect.
Every day more and more of my naive world concepts are shattered.
The Elmer Adler Book Collecting Prize is, in my simple minded opinion, the most awesome thing ever created.
Read more about it at The Daily Princetonian:
On the evening of Nov. 10, at 5 p.m., a special orientation meeting was held in Firestone Library outlining the details of the Elmer Adler Undergraduate Book Collection Prize — specifically, the contest rules and the details of the application process. Andrea Immel, the Curator of the Cotsen Children's Library, led this meeting and discussion, and Ann Montanaro, who is reputed to be "a leading authority on moveable and pop-up books," presented observations and insights upon her personal experiences as a book collector.
To provide an initial background, the Elmer Adler Book Collection Prize is open to all regularly enrolled Princeton undergraduates and consists of a first prize worth $1,500, a second prize worth $1,000 and a third prize worth $500. To enter, students must compose a short essay that describes the subject and purpose of the student's own personal collection. All contest entries are due no later than 5 p.m. on Jan. 7.
The meeting was held in a Princeton-bowtie-perfect setting: the Graphic Arts Division of the Rare Books and Special Collections at Firestone. About 10 students assembled around a generous supply of Olives' chocolate-chip cookies and sparkling cider to introduce themselves and to describe the type of books they collect. While some students professed that they were simply attracted to the "aesthetic qualities" of the old leather-bound books with gold-leaf pages or that they were "book mercenaries," other students discussed the more specific collections they had begun, including collections of old grammar books, poetry books, a first edition of "Alice in Wonderland" and "The Hardy Boys" series. Following introductions, everyone gathered around a table where both Immel and Montanaro presented their respective points.
When I was in college there was no such contest, but you can bet I would have entered if there was one.
The only contest I entered while at Lehigh was the Williams Prize. Alas, I didn't win because I entered the crowded fiction competition, and let's just say that my fiction is... far from mainstream. One of the professors who was a judge saw me one day after the judging was over, but the prizes hadn't been announced, and told me that I probably would have won a prize if I entered one of my academic papers to the academic section. This lead me to believe that my odd little short story didn't win, and I was right.
I do know some people who won though, so that was fun; not as much fun as winning myself would have been, but what can you do?
Kmart Corp. is acquiring Sears, Roebuck & Co. in an $11 billion merger that aims to merge the best of both brands and create a low-priced shopping haven in malls.
Finally I can buy Craftsman tools and Martha Stewart towels in the same store.
'Get yourself another woman.'
- Donald Trump
Arnold, I'm sorry but I don't think we should amend the Constitution for you.
How could this be, you ask, given the great Pepsi Ban of '04?
Let me explain, I was pondering lifting the ban temporarily for Holiday Spice Pepsi. I hadn't come to a final decision yet, that is until Julie brought the Holiday Spice Pepsi unto me. She and Dave entered my office with great fanfare bearing a Holiday Spice Pepsi and 4 cups.
Julie then explained to me that she and Dave were to serve as UN Observers, of a sort. They had the cups because I was only allowed to have a small amount of the precious liquid a plastic cup; it seemed fair to me.
Before quaffing the elixir we all sniffed it to see if we could discern what spices were in it. We couldn't so Dave, Julie, and I hoisted our glasses full of carbonated holiday cheer and imbibed the sweet confection that is Holiday Spice Pepsi.
Overall, my brief Holiday Spice Pepsi interlude was positive. The taste isn't all that different than regular Pepsi, but I think the color is much better. I say, Pepsico make Pepsi a festive red all year 'round!
Does this mean that blogs have 'jumped the shark'? I doubt it, but you never know.
I try to restrain my Star Trek references on this little old blog, mostly out of respect from my few readers, and to mask the fact that I am a complete fan boy.
However, whilst watching the Incredibles I thought I recognized the voice of Mr. Incredible's boss, Gilbert Huph (voiced my Wallace Shawn). Shawn has been in almost every Pixar movie since the beginning, but that wasn't where I knew it from.
I wracked my mind, and since nothing. But, as I was sitting here it dawned on me, Grand Nagus Zek!
Yes, those are the kind of things that just pop into my mind.