Support troop 147 this afternoon at Kroger at northshore and pellissippi
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Boy scout popcorn sales
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
The oldest evidence I can find of myself on the Internet
I’ll update this as I find older. So far the oldest evidence I can find of myself on the Internet is an Oct 31, 1991 email recording my YES vote for the creation of the rec.juggling usenet group.
I sent my first packets of information over the Internet in the Fall of 1988. I loved Gopher and Archie and Veronica. I thought IRC was the second best tool in the world with USENET being the greatest. I avoided MUDs fearing they would cause me to fail out of school. I missed the boat on Mosaic writing it off as a bloated toy.
Boo at the zoo
Michael Jackson is alive and well at the knoxville zoo
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Boo at the zoo
Life without a microwave
My family seems fairly convinced that prior to microwaves, all food was served cold.
Boo at the zoo
But what does it mean?
"Being out of coffee grounds" sounds like it should be a metaphor for something. Btw, I’m out of coffee grounds.
And the beat goes on…
Spent the day frantically coding and troubleshooting a custom WordPress theme. Spent the evening cleaning up and configuring machines. Arrived home at 2am to…go to sleep?…no…to do more custom WordPress theme programming. In the morning I’ll get children to school, drive Evan to preschool,(fall break) hopefully find more programming to do during the day (need me?), clean up my juggling gear, then juggle at the zoo from 5:30-8pm then either go to the end of a sweat lodge or go back to working on hardware.
From the mouths of babes
Amy, 7 years old: "I’m not going in my room because Sarah is asleep in there."
Me: "Sarah isn’t in the house."
Amy: "Then what’s that big lump in the bed?"
Me: "Personally, I wouldn’t call my mother a big lump."
From the mouths of babes
Evan, 4 years old, playing Wii, gleefully announces: "I’m Donkey Dong!"
Okay. I’ll concede there may be some speech therapy in his near future.
What was that great sucking noise?
That whoosh you heard this morning was air rushing into the vacuum of my checking account as each child left for school today with check in hand. It wasn’t until a few days ago when I watched the opening sequence of The Jetson’s Movie with the children that I really came to appreciate that daily moment George has with 16 year old daughter Judy as he rides the conveyor belt out of the house and she holds her hand out for some cash, the rest of which Jane gets.
This Broken House
Microwave RIP
From the mouths of babes
Evan, 4 years old: "Dad, can you make me some chips?"
Me, noting that it is 5:20pm: "No."
Evan, softening voice, tilting head, and putting on droopy eyes: "Please make me some chips."
Me: "No, I’m working. You have to let me finish my work so that I can make dinner. NO no no."
Evan: "Okay. But please."
Me: "I’ll be right up. Just let me make this one blog post."
Dear Beer Fairy…
…I still believe in you!
My affair with Jott
I was amazed with Jott when it first came out and it quickly became my favorite memory aid, mind declutterer, and to-do list organizer. Jott allows you to speak a message and have it transcribed to your Jott dashboard, Twitter, Remember The Milk, Google Calendar and many more services. It works through a combination of speech recognition and human transcribers. Then the honeymoon ended and Jott brought its free version to a close. I recently deemed this tool important enough to me to sign up again and it has already paid for itself.
I let Jott send me reminders to both SMS and email. Our neighborhood lacks an association so I sent myself a note. This is what Jott sent me in email. (Click the picture for a larger view) Thank you Jott! Shh. Don’t tell Cathy.
