A few years ago (2003), I won a Bloggie for best tagline ("Still cooler than the other side of the pillow"). Damn, doesn't it seem like that was ages ago? That was back in my Electric Bugaloo days. Time sure flies.
You know what bugs me? When I hear people talking about NASA, and how we should abolish the space program because it doesn't do anything for us, blah fucking blah. Hell, just a few weeks ago, when they discovered ice crystals on Mars, I saw someone say something like "Why do we give a fuck about Mars when we have our infrastructure to worry about? Why do we continue to sink money into that bottomless pit?" (Ironically, the guy was totally pro-Iraq-war. Hello, not seeing the "real" bottomless pit)
I'm glad someone finally did an article like this. I'm sure there are more than 50 giant leaps, but it's nice to have some kind of starter. So here we go:
OK, so I have a gmail account that I'm trying to sign into. I've forgotten the password, so I clicked the links to reset my password.
Here's the problem - they sent the "reset password" email to another account that I've forgotten the password for. Hell, I don't even remember the username. I've looked in the forums for a bit, but haven't found anything really helpful (I've seen other people with the same problem, but nobody answered their questions). So, anyone out there - do you know how to get google to reset your password if you don't know/have forgotten your secondary email address?
This is an odd story. I don't know how to feel, because I'm totally against people raising wild animals in their home, but at least they were smart enough to release it back into the wild when it got too big. But, the reunion? Totally surprising. And very "aw" worthy.
But enough reading for now... see the reunion for yourself:
Everybody together now.... "Awwwww." Crazy, but aw.
Oh yeah, forgot to warn you about the "soundtrack." Seriously, if you have to, mute the fucker, because there isn't any sound to it, anyway. Unless you like Whitney Houston.
I haven't done these in a while... rebuses! See if you can figure them out. They're lyrics from different songs, but they're both popular 80's tunes. Because, you know, I love the 80's.
This is probably the easier of the two:
This one's a bit harder. Well, hopefully.
Click on the images for the larger sizes (links go to my corresponding Flickr pages). Leave your guesses either here or on Flickr.
Happy Wednesday!
update: OK, they've already been figured out in Flickr, so if you need to look at the bigger versions, then make sure NOT to read the comments there. Or here. And I have to remember to make these even harder next time.
There's been a lot in the news about the new iPhone lately. Mostly, we hear about how the iPhone is the greatest thing since sliced bread, but we also hear about how people waited in line for hours to get one, and that there are certain bugs with it, and so on. I read a lot of blogs, and people are bitching about this or that not working on their new iPhone.
Now, I know I don't speak for everyone, so I'm speaking just for me:
You people bitching about your iPhones? I feel about as sorry for you as I do for the people who drive Hummers who bitch about high gas prices. Seriously.
OK, sure, the Hummer drivers cause more environmental damage, but as far as being annoying? The iPhone bitchers are just about at the same level. Like, boo fucking hoo; your shit doesn't work right. I guess you should have waited a few months before purchasing (you know, give them some time to work the bugs out), instead of waiting in line for hours for a fucking phone that you OMIGOD HAD TO HAVE TODAY.
I hope that everybody had a nice, relaxing Fourth of July weekend. Me? I went to the San Diego County Fair with Joelle and her upstairs neighbor GFI (and, of course, Domo). We didn't go on any of the rides or try to win anything on the midway (hello, expensive!), but we definitely tried some nasty fried foods, as is the law when you go to county fairs (OK, maybe it's more of an unspoken "law").
Actually, I have to say that the fried mac & cheese on a stick wasn't too bad. Not great, but not too bad. I mean, really... how good can mac & cheese be? It's mac & cheese.
We also did a little bit of shopping... that's another thing I like about the fair - it's like, informercial central, except you get to actually see the products work (or not) in person. Much more impressive. I think Joelle was on the verge of buying a Sham-WOW knock-off, but ultimately decided against it. Me, I didn't buy anything except a half pound bag of gummi and cinnamon bears. Mmmmmmbears.
If you want to check out my fair pictures, start here. It was a busy day for Domo.
I've got some other things I'd like to talk about, though...
So, who watched "Super Password" last night? Was it just me, or was Monique Coleman totally googly-eyed over the second contestant? Seriously, she was totally checking him out all night, as if she was saying "Mmmm Hmmm I sure want a piece of that!" Sadly, she wasn't able to help him win $100k, but I think he could have had a date if he wanted one.
Speaking of TV... who watches that new show "Swingtown"? Anyone? Anyone? I personally like the show, but I haven't heard anyone else's reactions about it. Are people appalled that they're "glamorizing casual sex and swinging"? Or is it seen as a fun, edgy show... sort of a cross between Boogie Nights and Desperate Housewives? Naturally, I think it's fun and edgy... which makes me scared that they'll take it off the air halfway through the season and replace it with re-runs of Muder She Wrote.
Totally unrelated to TV... OK, so, I walked down to the local 7-11 yesterday to get a Sunday paper. Yes, I walked. Hey, gas is expensive, and... well, it's not like it's never a nice day for a walk here. Anyway, so I grabbed a paper and a drink, walked back home (it's only a coupla blocks either way), and plopped down in front of the TV to relax a bit. A while later, when it came time to read the paper... no comics. No TV guide. No coupons. No Parade Magazine (don't laugh, I always read Parade!). No opinion section (yeah, I actively seek that out and read it, too). No want ads.
Dude, WTF? I hate when you buy a paper, and some asshole has already gone through it and stolen [whatever sections you wanted to read]. I mean, wha, am I gonna go back to the 7-11 and demand another paper? I could do that, but what if they say TFB? I dunno. I guess I still should have tried it, but really, I feel like I've been ripped off, and there's nothing I can really do about it. Don't you hate when that happens?
I've avoided mentioning this for a while, lest I "jinx" myself, but it's been four weeks now, going on five, so I figure it's safe to tell you. I've been going back to the gym lately. Yup, after over two years of skipping (save for some previous feeble attempts at going), I'm back on the wagon. And not a moment too soon.
Seriously, I am one weak motherfucker right now.
But my body's adapting pretty quickly (thank gawd). Luckily, being a gym rat for over ten years (before my lazy two years) has paid some dividends in regards to getting back into shape. I know what to do, I know what to expect... I just have to do it.
Oh yeah, and today is marquee Monday. Old, silly "traditions" die hard, don't they? (;