Archives for February 2009
black history month 2009
27 February 2009 | black history month | 1 Response
Its that time of year again that I need to pay homage to a great black man. It is black history month and a couple of dudes pop into my mind. The reasons why are probably mysterious to you but completely reasonable to me.
You see, I don’t watch a lot of tv, but since I’ve been on this health kick for the last month, I need some tv to get me through my work outs. Once I worked through The Sapranos episode on demand, I moved on to the first season of the wire. During dinner, I’ve been catching up on episodes of Doogie Howser, MD (not to mention several other eighties sitcoms) thanks to the awesomeness of boxee (but now hulu is gone for reason I do not understand and no one else seems to either).
One a side note, I never knew Max Casella was that guy in the later episodes of The Sapranos. I mean, I guess I never heard him say “doog” in the show so it never clicked. Come to think of it, I don’t remember much of that guy talking except when pauly beat him up. Wait, was that pauly? Nevermind.
I first was going to write about Markus Remond, but then after watching Family Matters last night, I had a change of heart and chose to write about waldo instead. His real name is Shawn Harrison and really hasn’t appeared in much since the show ended. His character’s full name is Waldo Faldo and had a brother named Ronaldo and a sister named Quesadilla. You can read all about this on his wikipedia page. Which I think is extremely informative and way to large seeing as how the he appeared in a small roll in a sitcom that ended in the mid-nighties.
To me, Waldo was the black Boner Stabone. The realtionship he had to the Winslows was very similar to what Boner had to the Seavers. Though with a little less brain power. He brought laughs to us every friday night every time TGIF was on. Between episodes of Full House and Step by Step, we watched him and Eddie get into all kinds of crazy situations.
So happy black history month Waldo. I managed to squeeze this in just in time. Squeeze…squeeze…just like billy says.
serve what?
26 February 2009 | Uncategorized | No Responses
Over the course of this past weekend I got on the build kick. Woods and nails, that is. I began with the intentions of a shoe rack to finally get those things organized in my garage. I seem to be holding on to footwear I don’t really use or necessarily need. Why? Nostalgia. The pairs seem to remind of different spots in my life when I wore them (or never wore them at all, so I guess when I bought them). Sentimental values hold strong in me for some reason. When being reminded of the past, I should definitely be thinking about the future.
Before the first board was cut for the shoe rack, I moved straight to designing the desk for the brownout server room. Well, I guess the first step was the refrigerator, but that was a short one. Half-step if you will. And yes, the brown out does have a server room. Its really more or less a spot to store all of my extra computers, but I’m still thinking I will find a good use for these things one day. I was thinking porn aggregation. You know, set up a server farm that crawls the internet for free porn, set up some advertising. Maybe this could be a second income. Maybe not.
Maybe I should serve up the nostalgic parts of my life. In my eyes. With pictures. Does that make sense? Probably not. Some say I have more shit than I need. Seriously though, who here has a magic eight ball telephone? Hands up!
Oh, and where the hell are the motor leagues?
fashionably stimulated
20 February 2009 | Uncategorized | 1 Response
Being fashionable (is that a word?) seems to be part of the way we live our life. Everyone trying to look really nice during a night on the town and worse yet, looking nice at work. Recently someone posted an article on one of those bulletin board thingy’s at work that was a list of things “young workers” should to appear more “professional” at work.
I have a strong opinion when it comes to dress codes at work. I believe that wearing a collared shirt (or god-forbid a tie) with some dress pants is not going to make me do my job any better. I could see if I was a sales man and I needed to impress people all day long so they will buy my product, but I’m not. I attend very few meetings, and basically sit at my work station and stair at code all day. The fact that someone in the office who probably wears ugly sweaters that have been in their closet since 1994 (at least I would hope) has the nerve to post something like this makes me uneasy. As for me, I took it down and threw it in the garbage can. Lesson learned.
For some reason, everyone thinks I should look like a gap model while I sit at my desk all day. Especially Rachel, who actually has never seen me sit at my desk. I find this a little strange. To boot, the only clothing she ever buys me are collared shirts and underwear from the gap. I guess she wants my upper half to look nice and my ass to smell a little better. I guess I can’t blame her.
The point is, if people put as much time and effort into actual work as they did into what they wore there, we’d have a more productive business world and better yet, society. Let the product and service speak for itself. As the weather gets warmer and life in Michigan begins to sprout, I have this strong urge to push the envelope for in-office fashion. Not really in the sense of wearing whatever I want, but in the sense of making my own style of what I think should be worn in the office.
Fetch the sewing machine, I’m on a mission.
boo boo juice party
17 February 2009 | house | No Responses
While slacking on this blog, I just realized that I never made an entry about the boo boo juice party we had at the brownout a couple of weeks back. I really only remember about half of it and ended up on my bedroom floor way to early. Oh well, I guess that’s the way these things happen some times. You win some, you lose some, but ultimately you take what you can get.
One of the reason for my early retirement that night may have been the night before. We actually cooked up the boo boo juice then and had a browncast that coincided with it. The exact ingredients escape me, but I do know it consisted of about a case of PBR, rum, vodka, deans red drink, some freeze pops, kool-aid, and a forty ounce of St. Ides to top it off. I may be missing a few things here, but you get the idea.
We also purchased a couple of cases of forties to share with party goers.
All in all, it was a lot of fun. Basically a bunch of white kids trying to get in touch with black history month. Or maybe that was just me. And at the end of the night, no juice was left, the mourning was rough, and big burrito never tasted so good. We definitely have to do this again next year.
sunday social #32 – valentimes day
15 February 2009 | life, sunday social | 1 Response
Can I be honest for a moment? I fucking hate this time of year. The weather sucks, odds are you are slacking on your new years resolutions, and along comes the most ridiculous holiday of the year. I would give that to sweetest day, but I don’t considered that shit even relevant. Frankly, I don’t even know valentines days is considered a holiday.
It’s the same shit every year. I go to the store and stand around the card isle with the rest of the idiot males in the world, looking for a card that’s supposed to be romantic, yet at the same time. Its so overrated and I feel absolutely forced to do it. What would be even more romantic is if you did this on another random day during the year. I have a feeling the significant other in the relationship would appreciate it more. Yet if you don’t do anything on valentines day, odds are you are going to be in the doghouse for quote sometime, no matter how cynical the significant other can be.
As for my valentines day this year, it was pretty laid back. I wasn’t expected to make any great dinner plans nor was I expected to do anything out of the ordinary. I think I make it up on the rest of the year with lets say, I don’t know, Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, Easter, forth of July, Halloween…when does it stop? Never. It never stops. I gave up sweetest day a long time ago and don’t plan to go back. Maybe, just maybe, if I can convince the rest of the world how ridiculous some of these traditional holidays are, I can start knocking a few more of they list.