4/05/2005
3/31/2005
I guess "STOOPID" and "DMBASS" were already taken.
Guy with the license that read TIPSY arrested for drunk driving.
Belly madness
Jenny's belly is getting out of control. And you should feel the little baby kicking inside there, it's too freaky!
If you put your hand on her belly, the baby will push it and kick it, I guess to say, "stop crowding me in here!!!!"
I'm in love and it's still three months away!
If you put your hand on her belly, the baby will push it and kick it, I guess to say, "stop crowding me in here!!!!"
I'm in love and it's still three months away!
3/28/2005
Grey day
Feeling very blah today, due to the Londonesque weather outside. Guess I'll trudge to lunch now.
3/24/2005
You want fries with that?
Okay, this is one of the more disgusting things I've heard of in a while. I guess a woman in San Jose, CA, was chowing down on some mmm-mmm-good chili at Wendy's when she chomped into a bigger than normal bit. Upon further inspection, IT WAS A FRICKING HUMAN FINGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DNA testing and, yes, fingerprinting to follow.
People, if you need any more reasons not to ever eat fast food, I don't know what's wrong with you....yuk!
DNA testing and, yes, fingerprinting to follow.
People, if you need any more reasons not to ever eat fast food, I don't know what's wrong with you....yuk!
3/21/2005
Crack! Ow!
While drying my head after showering this morning, I heard a large "crack" in my neck bones and, immediately after, sharp pains shot down my back to my beltline and my arm. Severe pain when looking down has continued all day. This sucks. I need a massage BAAAAAD.
3/16/2005
Geek Niche
I've got to hand it to these guys.
You've got to love the Internet when it fosters the entreprenurial dreams of a couple of D&D geeks who just want to sell dice, dammit.
Check this description of one of their dice sets, which is a perfect example of geek humor: "These stylish dice feature swirls of white against black, like wisps of smoke rising into darkest night. Or--you know--whatever. "
If you don't know what a d12 is, I don't really have space to explain it to you here. But suffice it to say that if you never found yourself and some buddies locked down in your parents' basement with a half-dozen 2-liters of Jolt and an insane amount of Rush cassettes and Cheetos on any given Saturday night in middle school, you probably wouldn't understand anyway.
Live the dream, dudes! And if any of you need dice, dicepool.com is where it's at.
You've got to love the Internet when it fosters the entreprenurial dreams of a couple of D&D geeks who just want to sell dice, dammit.
Check this description of one of their dice sets, which is a perfect example of geek humor: "These stylish dice feature swirls of white against black, like wisps of smoke rising into darkest night. Or--you know--whatever. "
If you don't know what a d12 is, I don't really have space to explain it to you here. But suffice it to say that if you never found yourself and some buddies locked down in your parents' basement with a half-dozen 2-liters of Jolt and an insane amount of Rush cassettes and Cheetos on any given Saturday night in middle school, you probably wouldn't understand anyway.
Live the dream, dudes! And if any of you need dice, dicepool.com is where it's at.
3/15/2005
Holy crap! Bomb scare on my corner!
So, my entire block was just shut down due to a suspicious backpack on the corner of L and 17th, NW, A FRICKING 1/2 BLOCK FROM THE FRONT ENTRANCE TO MY BUILDING!!!!!
We were able to watch out my coworker's office window as a Kevlar clad bomb squad cop positioned a small, remote-controlled gun next to the abandoned backpack, and then shot it with the remote-controlled gun! Blam! A bunch of papers flew out, but no explosion followed thank goodness. Whoever left that backpack on the streetcorner is in some deep doo-doo, methinks.
We were able to watch out my coworker's office window as a Kevlar clad bomb squad cop positioned a small, remote-controlled gun next to the abandoned backpack, and then shot it with the remote-controlled gun! Blam! A bunch of papers flew out, but no explosion followed thank goodness. Whoever left that backpack on the streetcorner is in some deep doo-doo, methinks.
Thanks for your support!
First off, let me thank those of you who have, on this blog and elsewhere, passed along kind words of encouragement to me since the death of my grandmother. I really appreciate the support. As Jenny and I have both said many times, we love you all!
Now, on to happier subjects.
It's not snowing in D.C., and we're all healthy and happy! Life is good!
Now, on to happier subjects.
It's not snowing in D.C., and we're all healthy and happy! Life is good!
3/09/2005
Goodbye Granny....
Well, tonight I got some very sad news. My grandmother, Charlotte, passed away tonight.
My granny was a heck of a lady. She's in most of my best childhood memories: the trips in the back of the car going to Myrtle Beach, cutting out construction-paper bats and pumpkins to tape to the windows at Halloween, roasting marshmallows over the gas burner at her house, even showing me how to build a little house out of rocks and moss for my army men when I was seven or so.
A couple of years ago I interviewed her and made a little documentary video of her memories. It was a big hit in my family and she was so proud of it. She said she was now a "movie star." The story was a compelling one: She grew up pretty poor in the coal mining region of West Virginia, but she made it through even the toughest of times after my grandpa, a miner, died when my mom was a baby. She re-married a Hungarian man, and she told me great stories about having to slaughter 10 chickens in a night to feed all her company on weekends because "my cooking was so good!" :-)
I'm so happy that she got to meet Jenny (and loved her a lot), and that she knew that we are going to have a baby.
I'll miss you granny. I love you very much.
My granny was a heck of a lady. She's in most of my best childhood memories: the trips in the back of the car going to Myrtle Beach, cutting out construction-paper bats and pumpkins to tape to the windows at Halloween, roasting marshmallows over the gas burner at her house, even showing me how to build a little house out of rocks and moss for my army men when I was seven or so.
A couple of years ago I interviewed her and made a little documentary video of her memories. It was a big hit in my family and she was so proud of it. She said she was now a "movie star." The story was a compelling one: She grew up pretty poor in the coal mining region of West Virginia, but she made it through even the toughest of times after my grandpa, a miner, died when my mom was a baby. She re-married a Hungarian man, and she told me great stories about having to slaughter 10 chickens in a night to feed all her company on weekends because "my cooking was so good!" :-)
I'm so happy that she got to meet Jenny (and loved her a lot), and that she knew that we are going to have a baby.
I'll miss you granny. I love you very much.
3/08/2005
It's Snaining!
Yesterday it was almost 70 degrees.
Today it's 33 degrees and snaining: snowing + raining simultaneously.
Lovely.
Today it's 33 degrees and snaining: snowing + raining simultaneously.
Lovely.
3/07/2005
Time travel
A few thoughts on time today.
First, is is me or do you also feel like 1993 could've been yesterday? Despite all evidence to the contrary (see hilarious photos at right, provided by the fantastic Mariangela), I really don't feel any different now than I did then.
I have changed...obviously. But on an everyday level, I still feel the same. I have this theory that everyone has a life-changing year or so, that once you've hit it, your personality and tastes are forever locked in that era. For a lot of us, including me, that year or so happens around your junior year of college.
I studied abroad that year and it completely upended my worldview and turned me into a vagabond for years, unable to settle down in one place or attach myself emotionally to one person (until I met Jenny, that is). In 1993 I found The Person Who Would Be Joe. Even now, my style, politics (see photo) and tastes (ignore photo) now are essentially "locked" in that era, which explains why every band out now both sucks AND blows.
What was your life-changing year?
On another time related front, check out the waffle theory. About fricking right.
First, is is me or do you also feel like 1993 could've been yesterday? Despite all evidence to the contrary (see hilarious photos at right, provided by the fantastic Mariangela), I really don't feel any different now than I did then.
I have changed...obviously. But on an everyday level, I still feel the same. I have this theory that everyone has a life-changing year or so, that once you've hit it, your personality and tastes are forever locked in that era. For a lot of us, including me, that year or so happens around your junior year of college.
I studied abroad that year and it completely upended my worldview and turned me into a vagabond for years, unable to settle down in one place or attach myself emotionally to one person (until I met Jenny, that is). In 1993 I found The Person Who Would Be Joe. Even now, my style, politics (see photo) and tastes (ignore photo) now are essentially "locked" in that era, which explains why every band out now both sucks AND blows.
What was your life-changing year?
On another time related front, check out the waffle theory. About fricking right.
3/06/2005
Amp summit a success!
Yesterday I met up with a couple other homebrew guitar amp builders yesterday in Ellicott City, MD to compare amp builds and try out each other's speakers.
One of the other guys, also named Joe, donated his basement and provided some chips and Guinness. A good time was had by all, and it was fantastic to be in a room with not one, but two people who knew what the hell I was talking about.
That said, it was a complete nerd fest:
Joe V: Is that a Mullard 12ax7?
Joe Z: Yeah, I got it out of an amp I was fixing for a guy, the phase inverter was shot and the cathode bias was all wrong.
Alan: That's a nice tube.
Joe V: Yeah, really nice.
All in unison [in Homer Simpson donut voice]: Mmmmm.....Mullard.
One of the other guys, also named Joe, donated his basement and provided some chips and Guinness. A good time was had by all, and it was fantastic to be in a room with not one, but two people who knew what the hell I was talking about.
That said, it was a complete nerd fest:
Joe V: Is that a Mullard 12ax7?
Joe Z: Yeah, I got it out of an amp I was fixing for a guy, the phase inverter was shot and the cathode bias was all wrong.
Alan: That's a nice tube.
Joe V: Yeah, really nice.
All in unison [in Homer Simpson donut voice]: Mmmmm.....Mullard.
3/03/2005
2/25/2005
This dumbass goes to 11
Holy mother of the everlasting metal moshing hair bands....this dude will CRACK you up!
METALLLLLLL!!!!!!
METALLLLLLL!!!!!!
Here's a shocker...teens want to have sex!
That the study was conducted in Texas makes it even funnier. Imagine that, teens ignoring old people and having sex anyway. Looks like mother nature kicks moral hypocracy's ass yet again....
Read the story here.
Read the story here.
2/24/2005
Random Preg-o Musings
- The alien peanut kicks when I am listening to NPR. How cool is that? My mini-intellectual.
- Joe'd better watch out -- as I am teaching the kid jazz hands as soon as possible. The world is not such a heavy place to live in when you slide across the wood floor in your socks and you simultaneously do and say "jazz hands!"
- I really have no waist now. Pants are a problem. They won't stay up. Who needs a Swiffer when I have my draggy pants?
- I still want to know: what's up with "glow?" I have not seen the glow. I don't glow. No radiance. Perhaps some bronzer will help?
- Did you know your lips spontaneously peel? Who needs exfoliator?
- I sing with the radio...ALOT. Hoping the vibrations will relax the AP and maybe even AP will end up with good pitch.
- I do "baby aerobics" - which means I don't jostle -- I am sure Black Eyed Peas never thought their song, "Let's get it started" would be danced to, by a 6-months pregnant chick. But oh yes...I can do it.
- Also, I am teaching AP the cha-cha-cha and waltz. It's good for my hip-flexors.
- When you are preg-o you spontaneously pass-out from fatigue. Many a night, Joe and I will be watching TV or a movie and one minute I am up and alert and the next... OUT COLD. It's freaky.
2/23/2005
Novel problem: no furniture
Well, we're at the move-in phase where all of the major home fix-ups are coming to a close (hallway paint is the last one, and I'm doing that tonight), and we're running into a new problem: lack of funiture.
Jenny and I consolidated our separate one-bedroom apartments into my one-bedroom apartment when we got married, and since our place in the District was also one-bedroom, we only have one-bedroom's worth of funiture. That leaves us with two empty bedrooms and an extra living room to furnish. A good problem to have, no doubt, but no less daunting.
My mom and dad are giving us an antique bedroom set from my granny's room at home, but I have to go get it from WV. We kind of want to lean towards the modern for the rest of the house, so Ikea will probably be our friend and our wallets' enemy.
Stay tuned....
Jenny and I consolidated our separate one-bedroom apartments into my one-bedroom apartment when we got married, and since our place in the District was also one-bedroom, we only have one-bedroom's worth of funiture. That leaves us with two empty bedrooms and an extra living room to furnish. A good problem to have, no doubt, but no less daunting.
My mom and dad are giving us an antique bedroom set from my granny's room at home, but I have to go get it from WV. We kind of want to lean towards the modern for the rest of the house, so Ikea will probably be our friend and our wallets' enemy.
Stay tuned....
2/21/2005
The joys of home ownership
I know you're expecting some home improvement horror story in a blog entry with that kind of title, but I'm actually being totally sincere this time. Tonight we had our friend Julia over for dinner (pizza, as it turns out), and as I sat on our love seat watching her and Jenny converse, I thought to myself, "this is why we bought our house." There is really something awesome about being able to have friends over to your own place. Not some apartment, but your own abode. And on top of that, I got the tub completely unclogged without calling Roto Rooter. SCHWEET!!!!!!
P.S. We had our new carpet installed in the sun room on Saturday...double SCHWEET! (See photo here.)
P.S. We had our new carpet installed in the sun room on Saturday...double SCHWEET! (See photo here.)
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