According to The Spark’s Gender Test (thank you again, J-Mo), “You are definitely a man!”
How do we know? Well, deep down, your gender affects everything about you, from your favorite number to your views on Canada. Many men who took the test think and act just like you, as you can see…
Statistically speaking, you are a dude.
As we said, this test gets smarter with every taker, and it’s almost never wrong.
Which doesn’t really explain Jen’s results, now does it?
At the end of a long, long, long work week — make that month — I was more than happy to take Wendi up on her offer of dinner and a movie Friday night. A chance to talk as well as just “be” together is always a good thing, especially lately. We have much to discuss, after all.
Dinner was at Red Robin, home of several varieties of burger-like gutbombs. The ambience, such as it was, involved birthday chanting from the waitstaff as well as general loudness among the patrons. We weren’t bothered, since it gave us the covering noise so our private conversation wouldn’t be overheard even by the folks sitting right next to us. (I joked about not wanting to be the person shouting at the top of my lungs if the room suddenly went quiet, “… and then she offered to give me a blowjob!” Great mental image, wot?)
After dinner comes the movie, at least on nearly every date we’ve had in our nearly twelve years together. (June 22nd, folks.) This time we picked the new Matrix thing. We bought the tickets, then strolled through the Fortress Of Chaos And Evil to kill time. We picked up some bug spray, mouse traps and moss killer. Presumably none of this is to be used on Yours Truly.
What can I say about “The Matrix Reloaded” that hasn’t already been said? My capsule review reads something like this: An uneven collection of set pieces is punctuated by weird talky bits. A few really cool things happen, but mostly the movie is painful to watch. We waited through the credits for the trailer, after which I thought, “So what?” At this point I’m disinclined to see the last movie in a theater, unless a lot of people I admire tell me it’s worthwhile.
Oh yeah, and the sex/rave/orgy scene was silly. While I have less against the blatant display of human flesh as my wife, she and I are in complete agreement this time: Any movie that requires that much pointless gratuitous sex can’t have a lot going on for it in the plot department.
(Wait, was this thing supposed to have a plot? Maybe not, but I had high expectations of the people behind a couple other movies I rather liked. Go ahead and laugh if you must.)
Wendi’s review, by the way, is right here. I’m not bothering with a full write-up.
After dragging ourselves home (by way of the Albertson’s in whose parking lot we, ah, parked all evening) (and wasn’t that a surreal experience, what with the asian couple carting a dozen large bundles of tee-pee and paper towels through the express lane at nearly midnight) we paid off the sitter and Wendi drove him home. End, Friday night.
Begin the morning, late. Like, almost noon late. In bed. I don’t think I need to go into details, here, but suffice to say it was a nice morning. Er, twice.
Wendi ran off to get her tires replaced (one flat, one with nail) and then we gathered the kids (one gleeful, one reluctant) for our first visit to the Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden in ages. (Pictures will appear in the Gallery shortly after I complete this posting, mostly in the Natural Beauty section.) Afterward we went to Bi-Mart for squirt guns and a water slide, to Baskin Robbins for a sampling of the 31 flavors, to WinCo for groceries, and finally we landed at home.
All in all, I can think of worse ways to kill half a weekend. My goodness yes. Tonight, we dine on party pizzas and play silly games until bedtime!
(Update, 9pm: A new segment of the Gallery titled The Fam contains images of my wife and rugrats enjoying the rhodie gardens and the waterfowl therein. For regular “flowers and ducks” material, check out the vastly-expanded Natural Beauty area. Thank you.)
PAST: How amazing! A little box with a telescoping bit of metal and two knobs, out of which comes a variety of noises! What’s the earliest experience with radio you can remember?
PRESENT: If you listen to anything on the dial at all nowadays, what does it tend to be?
FUTURE: In a dystopian (or utopian) future where nobody really listens to radio anymore and the big corporations have all left the game, you’re given control of a big antenna on a hill somewhere to do with as you please. How will you choose to abuse the airwaves?
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So I’m eyeballing one of my favorite regular reads, and notice two things.
One, that my link is gone from the link sidebar. Two, this:
“Oh,” I say to myself. “That explains the missing text link.”
Useful bit of Photoshopping, that. Feel free to use it, if you’re into the graphical linky thing. I’d appreciate if you copied the image to your own server, though. Thanks.
You may recall, back in March, a journal entry regarding the tragic loss of a close family member. Since then I’ve been (politely) pestering my remaining uncle for his account of what happened immediately afterward. With his permission, it is now online.
While this may only be of interest to close friends and family, I’m sharing it with everyone anyway. My reasons are my own.
Goodbye, George Kerezman.
The George Diaries
As of, oh, some time in the very near future, Entercom will own and operate Portland stations KWJJ and KOTK, country and talk formatted outfits respectively. (Don’t worry, it’s not a secret anymore. The press release is out there for the world to see. The part of the world that gives a crap about radio business news, anyway.)
Hooray. Yippee. Yee-haw. Boy howdy. I get to work for a country station now. Well, don’t that just beat all, y’all?
But wait, it gets better. From all I’ve heard, several parts of this blessed union are going to make my job… entertaining. For one thing, they appear not to have a dedicated computer technician. For another, the plan is to move the two new acquisitions into our building. Even better, they want to do it without leasing additional space. That’s right, we’re going to try packing two more stations’ worth of people and equipment into our existing digs. Incredible. And, I hope, utterly impossible. The best thing that could happen would be some facility expansion.
As difficult as this may end up being for me, I can only imagine what the people down at what used to be Fisher Broadcasting’s Portland stations are thinking this evening. They found out the same time we did, right before closing time today.
If any of those fine folks stumble across this website: Guys and gals, my worries are just as much for your sake as for my own. Welcome to the Entercom family, and I’ll do my damnedest to make sure that the transition is as painless as possible. Just don’t be surprised if I’m a bit snappish from time to time. People in my line of work stress a lot. It comes with the territory.
Think of it as being like the stress of, for instance, finding out your stations just got new owners. Each and every day.
