Participate

I've set up a sister site to my blog for the purpose of adding a little interactivity. Blogger recently rolled out a voting feature, among others, and I thought I'd give it a try. Now it's your turn, give it a try.

For future reference, there's also a link to the right that'll take you there.
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Hold on to your hats

I consider myself somewhat of a tech guy - I can talk tech with most folks, even translate when needed. I can act as tech support for my Dad, even when I have no idea what he thinks the problem is. I can even program a VCR when called upon to do so.

I've been part of the information superhighway since hooking up my $100 1200BPs modem to my $3500 Mac LC back in 1990 or so. I've seen nearly every step in Moore's Law and the coresponding price/size/speed difference since then, and when I could, I've taken advantage of them... all the while, being on dial-up internet connections like Rip Van Winkle.

That ends today. After finding the non-descript box on our porch yesterday, and a prance around the front yard like I just found the Holy Grail, I went to work today setting up the connection and just like that, we've officially jumped on the broadband wagon!

I doubt it'll make my blog any more up-to-date, but you never know.
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What's for dinner Al?

Congratulations to Al Gore's daughter who recently got married.

According to People Magazine, "The Gore family hosted a rehearsal dinner for 75 family and friends the previous evening at Beverly Hills' Crustacean restaurant, a longtime favorite of the Gores. Executive chef Helene An created a six-course tasting menu that included Chilean sea bass and roasted crab."

Nothing says, "Let's all save the environment!" like having a mess of threatened, all-be-it short of endangered, Patagonian Toothfish flown in from who-knows-where.

This post was generated from Jay Leno's 7/19/07 monologue and a site I'll be checking out more after tonight, NewsBusters.
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Trophy Wives

OK Today Show/NY Times, we get it. Yesterday I was inundated by your coverage of Fred Thompson and his so called Trophy Wife. I know the term can be considered less than complimentary, especially now since your 'insightful' coverage of the term and the negative light you continuously used in Senator Thompson's case.

Of course, you never mentioned Dennis Kucinich and his wife, and the 31 years between them, her obvious attractiveness. On his website (I lowered myself) several comments on their story showed approval - and deservedly so.

You also never mentioned that every wife should be a trophy for her husband. I mean that in a good way. I mean that in the way that I consider my wife a trophy - valuable, illustrative of my accomplishment as a husband, worthy to be shown to the world and feel proud of. My wife is a trophy. Not all wives are.

Proverbs 5:18 - "... may you rejoice in the wife of your youth."
Proverbs 12:4 - "A wife of noble character is her husband's crown ..."
Proverbs 31:10 - "A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies."
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Hobo or no Hobo - He gotsta go

I'm 90% sure I found a Hobo Spider in the house a few days ago. From everything I read online (and you know, you can't believe everything you read online) says that this is their neighborhood, this is the time of year you can expect to see them inside (they're feeling randy), and everything will be just fine as long as they don't bite you. The rotting flesh falls off after a few days, leaving you with a costant reminder that you probably should have just kept on walkin'.

I trapped him in an old spaghetti sause jar (see honey, it pays to recycle) for a few days, made what I think was the positive ID after an hour or so of looking at pictures and then crushed him with a stick like the venemous arachnid that he is/was.
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A Glimmer

As much as I'm apt to complain about the decline of civilization at times, I was recently reminded that there is, at least, a glimmer of hope still evident in the sludge.

Case in point number one - I dropped my slightly aging Lexar JumpDrive in a parking log in front of our local Pizza Schmizza. When I came back about five hours later, hopelessly described what I'd lost, my new Schmizza Hero casually walked to the back office and came back, dangling my thumbdrive like it was a doggie treat in front of a AKC Champion Schnauzer.

Case in point number two - On the same day as point number one, somewhere between dashing for the only copy left of the third book in the Shadow Children Series and doing my best to clean up an accident left by my 17 month old on the couch in the children's section, I dropped my cell phone somewhere in the hallowed halls of the Beaverton City Library. After meeting friends for dinner and driving halfway home, I turned the family minivan around and at last stumbled into the library to find three nice ladies interested in helping me find my mobile link to the world - one who had my phone at her desk.

I know there are plenty of glimmers like these out there, and I do notice them. Sometimes it just feels like I am rarely the recipient. I guess this time, the point needed to be made a little more directly... I get it. To top it all off, my wife won't let me wear those shorts anymore, at least not with anything important in the shallow pockets.
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