Tact, they say, is remembering a woman’s birthday but forgetting her age. So I wish Lilith a very happy birthday… however old she is! (And hey, you should too.)
Month: June 2004
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Grey, meet Gray.
So this guy, he goes Googling for the name of a song he’s listening to at the time. The song’s called “Ball and Chain.” Turns out the top Google result for that phrase is, well, the ex-wife’s blog.
And then he and his buddy notice something. Namely, that my website domain bears a striking resemblance to, well, his buddy’s own domain.
And then, and boy do I know how to tell a story, he emails me (and his buddy) about it. We’ve been exchanging semi-snarky email for the last few hours, out of which has come the fact that he works for a radio station cluster in a geek-based role. Who’d have thunk it?
So what do you think? Does this mean I have a spiritual twin out there somewhere in the wilds of Minnesota? Or is he my Bizarro-world doppelganger? Or is he just another guy who identifies with colorless waterfowl?
You be the judge! (I’ll be the jury, he can be the executioner!)
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Virtual cake with virtual candles
Happy Birthday, Dawn.
There are all sorts of clever things I want to say here, but I seem unable to choose one. So be it.
Okay, everybody, get over to her site and wish her a happy day and a great year to come!
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Easy steps to a good evening with the kids.
Parenting isn’t always easy, and one could argue that I’m only half a parent now that I don’t live with my kids 24/7. Fine. Be that as it may, sometimes things just come together. This evening’s a case in point:
- Pizza for dinner
- Anime on the TV (Fullmetal Alchemist and an episode of the live-action Sailor Moon for Erica)
- Ice cream after dinner
- Computer gaming (Age of Mythology: The Titans, three of us teamed against three computer players)
- Hugs goodnight
It’s evenings like this that make all those early frustrating years entirely worth it…
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Best. Song. Ever?
Here’s a story I like to tell, and I just realized that it’s precisely the sort of slice-of-life material that you crazy “blog readers” eat up with a spork. So here goes
I work in radio. Not on the air, though, just as the “IT Department Of One.” (Hey, if you can’t rip off US Army advertising copy, what can you rip off?).
My first five years with the stations was as a part-time board operator, basically an occasionally-multitasking button pusher. The only difference between myself and a DeeJay was that the DJ got to crack the mic and I didn’t. But I still had to take the phone calls from all the drunken crazies and when you’re a rock-n-roll station, the phoners are as crazy as they come. One night/morning early in my career (in other words, “before I knew better”) I took a call from a guy who wanted to know what the Greatest Classic Rock Song Of All Time ™ was.
Stupid me, I tried using logic. “Well, you know, it’s really a subjective thing yadda yadda.”
“But, man, what’s the best one ever?”
“It depends on who you ask blah blah blah.”
“Dude, I just need to know which one it is!”
Eventually the utter knob on the phone okay, the other end of the phone managed to convey that he was trying to settle a bet with his buddy: Was the Greatest Classic Rock Song “Stairway to Heaven” or “Hotel California”?
I hate Hotel Cali, so I settled the bet in favor of Led Zep. The entire process only took maybe fifteen minutes but that was about twelve minutes longer than it should’ve, had I any sense
And some things never change. Heh.
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I’ve just had me an apostrophe…
I’m not the world’s finest user of punctuation (or grammar for that matter), but I’m absolutely delighted by the idea of Eats, Shoots & Leaves. Which is, I hasten to point out, on my Amazon wish list.
Yes. I’m a bit of a language nut. Now you know. Oh, and bonus points for anyone who knows the origin of the entry title…
(I got 92% Stickler on the game, too. Hah!)