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Tue Sep 30, 2003

Did you konw tihs?

Phaeprs you've aaelrdy heard, but in case you haven't, acdcnroig to a veirtay of seourcs (none of whcih seem to pniot to the ogrniial), wdors can be ctpeolelmy saelrmbcd, ohter than the frsit and lsat lreetts, and you can sltil rezcoigne the wrdos. This anetrplapy is bcaesue we don't read every leettr of a wrod bfroee rzeigoncnig it.

Mybae I slohud sratt ptonsig lkie this all of the tmie?

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Mon Sep 29, 2003

Guest Post Tonight

A bit under the weather tonight so Boomer is graciously filling in...

The other night, my father and I had a humorous discussion about religion and beliefs...

Earlier that day, I had become passionate about a certain topic in a debate with a few of my classmates. The discussion went on until they started calling me an atheist. I, personally, am well founded in a walk with my savior Jesus Christ. I did not appreciate being called this. As the bell rang and I rushed out the door to pick up my grandmother, I thought about what they said, to great extent..Courtesy of SinFest I ran many words through my head, one of which being hypocrite. I thought about them being hypocrites for so blatantly calling me out as not believing in a higher power such as God. We all clearly, at some point and time, act as though we don't believe in God. I soon moved from this topic and passed through yet another word, realistic. My points made in class were not atheistic, but instead, in a sense of mankind, realistic. I was being realistic to the accomplishments of ordinary man with no assistance of a higher being. This, in my opinion, does not make me an atheist.

Later that evening, I sat down at the computer and told my father about this event while he was preparing supper. He then, with a clever chuckle, told me that he would rather be an realist than a hypocrite. I smiled and responded that I had the best of both worlds, I was a realistic hypocrite. Somehow, unbeknownst to me, he thought this was comical and began to laugh. I found joy at the sight of my father being amused by something I did, so I joined him in a father son cackle.

Posted by: Boomer on Sep 29, 2003 - 9:36 pm

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Sun Sep 28, 2003

Sunday Selection

No comic stood out this week, so I decided to post a classic from SinFest


Karl Kraus said, "A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful." Now, I don't know what the butt that means, but extraneous commentary by cartoonists should include at least one quote from a philosopher. I feel very strongly about this.

"In democracy its your vote that counts.; In feudalism its your count that votes."
-- Mogens Jallberg

Posted by: on Sep 28, 2003 - 4:35 pm

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Sat Sep 27, 2003

Wouldn't You Know It...

<elation> Tech Wins !!! </elation> <disappointment> I couldn't watch it </disappointment>

The Vandy game was Pay-Per-View this weekend, but available to only a select audience, Comcast subscribers. So, that makes me 1 for 2 in actually watching Tech win...I've only seen ONE !!! Terrible, considering there may not be too many more...Now maybe Boomer will change his MSN display, currently "The Ramblin' Wreck that is Georgia Tech"...He's peeved about my "Bug is my only hope" comment...

Post game quotes from both teams available in the 'more' view (Courtesy V U fan site)


Posted by: on Sep 27, 2003 - 11:09 pm

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Fri Sep 26, 2003

Essay: Offhand Review of Oscar Wilde’s The Happy Prince

"High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for his eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt."
Wilde begins his narration with a description of a statue the townsfolk have deemed to name “The Happy Prince”. Unfortunately, it seems the young prince is anything but. The daily activity of the village allows many to take both pride and liberty with the beauty of the statue; the councilman remarking of its artistry only to quickly point out its frivolity, the mother wishing to quell her son’s ceaseless wishes adding that “the Happy Prince would never make such a request”, the self-pitying lament of the disappointed man, the ‘charity’ child’s exclamation of deity and the teacher’s abrupt rebuttal and admonishment for daring to dream.

A swallow’s infatuation with a reed and subsequent failed courtship leads him to delay his migration to Egypt. Fatigued, the swallow was forced to rest and chose the feet of the Happy Prince as its resting perch. Just as the bird began to doze, a large drop of water startled him. As he was pummeled with more drops, the swallow looked for their origin and found them to be the tears of the Happy Prince. The prince was lamenting the ugliness and misery far to apparent from his high vantage point.

Posted by: on Sep 26, 2003 - 10:19 pm

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Thu Sep 25, 2003

Carnival of the Vanities 53

The Carnival of the Vanities is being hosted at Pathetic Earthlings this week. image

No submission by yours truly, but the graphics alone are worth the trip. Oh and did I mention who will be hosting the New Year's Eve edition ?

Posted by: on Sep 25, 2003 - 2:21 pm

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FeedDemon Beta Update

Nick Bradbury has released FeedDemon 1.0 Beta 6. If you're upgrading from a previous beta, as always, please read the release notes before installing.

FeedDemon enables you to quickly explore the world of RSS from your desktop without having to visit hundreds of sites. Written by Nick Bradbury, creator of TopStyle and HomeSite, it makes RSS as easy to access as your email. Thousands of web sites offer their content as RSS newsfeeds.

Changes in Current Version:
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Posted by: on Sep 25, 2003 - 10:29 am

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Wed Sep 24, 2003

Essay: Hometown Institution, Revisited

Slight twist of my Hometown Institution essay.

In the small rural town of Montezuma, Georgia, you will find what most locals would call one of the last true remaining institutions, Troy’s Snack Shack, located in the heart of Montezuma’s historic downtown district. Most would deem this a successful business, based solely on the sheer number of people served, but few can fathom the enormous undertaking the operation of such a business is.

The typical day begins around 4:00 am as a somewhat sleepy skeleton crew of four people arrives to begin preparations for the day’s business at hand. Each has his or her set task and goes about its performance with diverse proficiency. The two wait staff members of the crew fill the ice chests, tea pitchers, prepare the coffee, and set up the “hamburger grill” for those early morning hamburger customers. After the initial setup is complete, one member prepares the slaw that will be utilized for the hot dogs and chicken dinners sold all through the day, while the other takes the orders of the early morning customers. In the rear kitchen, you will find the “biscuit maker”, though this title does little to describe this person’s duties. Not only is she responsible for the preparation of the five hundred plus made from scratch biscuits, she also fries the massive quantity of bacon that will be used as well as the French fries and even fried chicken that will be served throughout the morning. Though this may seem a daunting task, it pales in the comparison to that of the “breakfast cook”. The responsibilities of this individual are mind-boggling, the cooking of the eggs, whether scrambled or fried-to-order, the cooking of the ham, sausage, both smoked link and patty, salmon patties, preparation of the grits, the actual baking of the biscuits, as well as the receiving and preparation of all breakfast orders; plates, sandwiches, and all. Before his morning has ended, he will have gone through over forty-five dozen eggs, thirty pounds of sausage patties, twenty-five pounds of country ham, twenty pounds of smoked link sausage, the afore-mentioned five hundred plus biscuits, an untold amount of bacon and yet another set of frazzled nerves. At 7:00 am, welcome relief comes in the form of the remainder of the morning crew; two more wait persons and help for the “breakfast cook” in the form of a “prep cook”. The “prep cook” contributes to the preparation responsibilities of the “breakfast cook” and can actually relieve him for short stints. The frantic pace comes mercifully to an end as the breakfast phase concludes promptly at 10:00 am. This promptness is to the chagrin of many late risers who plead their case for just one more morsel of something resembling any breakfast item.

The ushering in of the lunch phase brings about the changing of many hats. The duties of the “biscuit maker” dwindle to only the preparation of the fried chicken, less responsibility, but no less volume. The deep fry cookers will be in continuous operation for most of the next six hours. The “prep cook” acquires the chapeau of the “hot dog maker”, while a senior member of the wait staff exchanges his for that of the “fry cook”. The nerveless “breakfast cook” is mystically transformed into the omnipotent “hamburger cook”, the heart and soul of the business, his prowess beyond reproach. With the addition of two more members, the lunch crew is now complete, two members at the chicken counter, two manning the front counter, the “hamburger cook”, the “hot dog maker”, the “fry cook”, a wrapper, note the “w”, no time for music here, and the “chicken cook”. Unlike the breakfast phase, where most of the orders are written, the lunch orders are almost all verbal. Imagine, four different wait staff members shouting orders to the one and only “hamburger cook” or the “hot dog maker”, if necessary, the very definition of chaos, albeit controlled chaos. The constant barrage of orders and the constant scurrying of the “fry cook” and the “hot dog maker” to deliver their individual wares add to the hectic environment, making for a haphazard symphony of motion and of sound. Roughly two thousand hamburger patties, six hundred orders of fries, forty fried chickens, and fifty pounds of hot dogs later, the spent crew is ready for cleanup and prep for tomorrow’s skirmish. Lost in the above job descriptions were the essential tasks of making the approximately fifty gallons of tea, the ten gallons of chili, the eight gallons of cole slaw, the six gallons of hamburger sauce, the three gallons of Troy’s barbeque sauce and the chopping of twenty pounds of onions all performed by this same staff throughout the day.

One of my best friends, Tony Collier, operates this establishment, and commands a staff of exceptional people. He, himself, takes on the role of both the “breakfast cook” and the “ hamburger cook” and is the proverbial heart and soul of the business. I am constantly amazed by his grit and determination to keep alive this hometown institution. Many businesses have already deserted our downtown district in search of newer, more efficient buildings, yet Troy’s is still there, plodding steadily along as its main draw.

Posted by: on Sep 24, 2003 - 11:18 pm

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Tue Sep 23, 2003

One Out of Three Ain't Bad: Could still hit in the majors

Hallelujah, one of my kids has finally found the joy of a spending a little time with a good book. Needless to say I was absolutely flabbergasted when Rece took time from his regular Daddy's weekend schedule and told me about Double Fudge by Judy Blume, a book he was reading, as well as Flying Solo by Ralph Fletcher, one he had just finished. We've discussed school, pathfinders, Yu-Gi-Oh, and Zoids, but never literature !!! I plan to make a special point to thank Ms April...no, not THAT Ms April... for helping him to realize what I have tried to instill in my horde from day one. I'm afraid my other two may be lost to the era of instant gratification, but hope lies in my Bug.

Now if Dad can just fan the flames and not extinguish them...I've already received what could be considered 'a look' when mentioning The Lord of the Rings and the Potter series plus one in their place of prominence on the 'Keeper's' bookshelf...careful, slow down, Daddy...

I saw A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket at BooksAMillion...one of their 'books that influenced my life' picks... the other day and almost bought it for Rece. But I re-considered, fearing it may be a bad investment. It and the next in the series are now on order, however, and will be filling his eager young mind by weeks' end...we'll hold off on the remaining four until I can see if it takes... I'm almost emotionally overwrought just thinking of all the pleasures that lay in store for him... and for me. I get to introduce him to them. Yes !!!

"Dear Reader: In order to spare you any further repulsion, it would be best not to mention any of the unpleasant details of this story, particularly a secret message, a toboggan, a deceitful trap, a swarm of snow gnats, a scheming villain, a troupe of organized youngsters, a covered casserole dish, and a surprising survivor of a terrible fire."
-- Lemony Snicket

Posted by: on Sep 23, 2003 - 9:52 am

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Mon Sep 22, 2003

Big Man's Simple Pleasures

The Joke:

Two old friends stumble upon each other in the shower of a local club."Jim, It's good to see you. Man, it must have been ten years since I saw you last." "Wow, Jack is that you?!. What happened?! You've really let yourself go. "Yeah, the little lady is a chef and I get all the leftovers." " You should really take better care of yourself." "You know," says Jack jokingly, trying to lighten the situation, " I haven't seen my willie in five years." "Did you ever try to diet?" "No. Why? What color is it now?"

Real World Application:
I attended a function at Rece's school a while back and Boomer and I were milling around the playground, waiting for Rece to arrive...running late, as usual... and he commented on how well I looked with my new found muscle tone and weight loss. I said " Yeah, it's good to finally get over that disease." Concerned, he asked, "What disease is that, Daddy"...he took the bait..."You know, that dick-doo disease." "What's that?"...set the hook... "That's where your belly sticks out further than your dick do."
He didn't speak to me the rest of the night...

"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact than a drunken man is happier than a sober one."
-- George Bernard Shaw

Posted by: on Sep 22, 2003 - 2:54 pm

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Sun Sep 21, 2003

Sunday Selection

Very tough decision this week...

Doonesbury 9/21/03

Posted by: on Sep 21, 2003 - 8:14 am

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Sat Sep 20, 2003

Somebody Knew What they Were Doing

My pre-post mindset was a rant against all the networks that deemed the Georgia Tech / Clemson match-up unworthy of national or even regional coverage. But now, thank goodness. You know the old adage 'No news is good news'? Well, it definitely applies here. No televised coverage and no local radio broadcast of the game lead me to CollegeSports.com to find out how my team faired. Not Good !!! I haven't seen the stats...not sure I want to... and there will be no highlights, but the Jackets toted a sho'nuff ass-whooping...pardon my French... image

At least I can find some solace in the fact that only those in attendance saw it. Unlike our cross-state rivals, who took one in front of the whole nation. Absolutely made my day until about 9:25 tonite...

"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal."
-- Albert Camus

Posted by: on Sep 20, 2003 - 10:50 pm

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Fri Sep 19, 2003

Aye, it is officially Talk Like A Pirate Day Gar, Where can I find a bottle o'rum?

Aye, me at H Squared likes t' celebrate holidays, specially them dealin' with ex.'s Join in the fun... Aye, me parrot concurs...

"While not as popular as Christmas or Armistice Day, Talk Like a Pirate Day is a recognized and heartily celebrated international holiday. On September 19th, people awake transformed: their voices deeper, their usual pedestrian walk repalced by a seaman's swagger, and whenever they speak, they speak with the voice of a pirate.

"Aye, 'tis a beautiful morn' t'be jawin' like a Man o'the Sea!"

Founded by John Baur and Mark Summers during a raquetball game and, coincidentally, occuring the same day's as Mark's ex-wife's birthday, Talk Like a Pirate Day has taken the world by storm. At my office, for instance, everyone talks like a pirate on September 19th. There's no end to the fun as clients call and are subjected to the blast of "Ahoy matey, what can we do for ye scurvy dogs this fine day?"

So find yourself a name on the Pirate Monikers page and practice a couple Pirate Phrases and you'll be on your way. Ye don't want to be handed the dreaded BlackSpot come September 20!"

The Bastard o' H Squared

Posted by: on Sep 19, 2003 - 12:06 am

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Thu Sep 18, 2003

Just Reminiscing: My First Car...

My recent accident and the search for Boomer a car brought back memories of my first car, a 1960 Ford Falcon. Well, actually, my first vehicle was an orange 1969 Ford Econoline van, but I guess my Dad deemed it inappropriate for a hormone infested teen of the late seventies...I guess what he doesn't know won't hurt him ;-)... and talked me into selling him the van and buying the Falcon, all with the premise of shoeing in a blueprinted 289 as soon as the 144 six cylinder gave way. I endured the sneers and jeers, the windows falling of the track when you slammed the doors, the torn headliner, ripped seats, the rusted paint job...at least I knew when I got a date, it wasn't for my car..., all the while knowing, that with the car's light weight and that 289, I'd soon have me a sleeping 11 second quarter-miler. The 144 continued purring, however, despite my need to roar. So, I painted the car jet black, re-upholstered the interior, new wheels and tires, new doorpanels and headliner, even a new 8-track sound system, ignoring the fact that the car would not appear as sleepy as it once had.

But, that 144 was being stubborn. The water pump went out. Yes, I thought. But no permanent damage and Dad decided it would be good experience for me to replace it myself. I ran it without oil until Dad pulled my stereo out, since my excuse was I couldn't hear the knocking. I took the car to college, babying it now for I no longer cared as much about how fast but whether or not I got there. Quite an experience I must say driving in downtown Atlanta with the vaccum powered windshield wipers stalling from the strain of the engine powering those bigger newer wheels, I'd have to accelerate and the let off the gas so the wipers could clear the windshield then accelerate again, a never ending cycle.

It wasn't until I decided to get rid of the car, that the 144 wanted to give up the ghost. On the way to the antique auction...yes, it qualified by then... the oil pump went out, and we hauled it back home. Seeing I pretty much had abandoned the car, Dad traded it to a local Mennonite for a dressed cow. All the man had to do was replace the oil pump, and the 144 breathed new life once again. A friend of my Dad's eventually wound up with the car, the 144 still kicking but with the original wheels back in place. He's moved off and since got rid of the car. I saw it at the softball fields a few year back and left a note for the owner to contact me. Unfortunately, no word and no additional sightings. A shame, I sure would like to give Boomer a shot at that 144...

"If all the cars in the United States were placed end to end, it would probably be Labor Day Weekend."
-- Doug Larson

Posted by: on Sep 18, 2003 - 8:44 am

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Flash Revisited: Ninjai, The Little Ninja

Probably the greatest bit of flash animation I've ever seen. Discovered the series a while back, but was lost due to bandwith concerns. Kudos to AtomFilms for helping to bring it back...

Ninjai: The Little Ninja

Dial-ups beware...

Posted by: on Sep 18, 2003 - 5:42 am

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Wed Sep 17, 2003

Making the Best...

I decided to take advantage of all the new found attention I've been garnering and bring a little levity back into what has become a particularly grave household. I was telling Mom and them about an incident the patrolman investigating my accident had told me...added authority and authenticity... He was telling me about a couple of teens who were tying ropes to cinder blocks and tossing them into oncoming traffic from the overpasses on Interstate 75. It seemed all efforts to apprehend the daring duo had been thwarted until recently. One of the ropes from the projectiles had become entangled around one of the youth's arms and at impact with the motorists's windshield, snatched the young man's arm clean off. I said,"Man, that's a heck of a way to get caught." "Well actually," the patrolman replied,"We arrested the driver." "Wha?! Why?!" I said in disbelief. "A felony offense," he replied..."Arm Robbery"...


"Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform."
-- Mark Twain

Posted by: on Sep 17, 2003 - 7:16 pm

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Carnival of the Vanities One Year Anniversary

The Carnival is back at its original home, Silfray Hraka, for this week's 52nd Anniversary Edition. Special thanks to the BigWig for giving us all a forum in which to feed our egos...

Posted by: on Sep 17, 2003 - 4:41 pm

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Tue Sep 16, 2003

13' 9"

The distance of a free throw, the proximity of living and dying. That's the distance my vehicle was from being pinned underneath a quint axle dump truck loaded with formidably named, crush and run. I was on my way to Americus to pick up Boomer for his orthodontist appointment, when proverbial lightning struck. I was navigating my way around the quint axle dump in the passing lane of a three lane highway, windows down...no a/c... enjoying the serenity of a nice country drive. Suddenly, an explosion and boom, impact. My car was spun around by the sheer force and I was forced to watch as the dump truck came barrelling toward me. The left steering tire of the truck had blown and forced the truck into the side of my vehicle. Somehow, the soft shoulder and a few pines lifted both my car and the truck, leaving both deposited on the driver's side. The distance in the title, all that separated me from sure calamity. Call it the luck of the Irish, or some Greater plan, but I never lost consciousness and escaped with only a few bruised ribs, a bummed-up shoulder and a few aches in places I had long since forgotten existed.

Need brings out the best of people. The disorientation and anxiety was eased by a foursome of caring, considerate strangers, who kept me company as I awaited emergency services. The fab foursome? Two were gentleman who had been in my front yard a few days ealier, part of a crew trimming limbs and trees for the power company. One was a female paramedic from my home county, a take charge individual who quickly assessed my condition and was readily available with the any assurances I may have needed. The fourth individual gave up his shirt as greatly appreciated shade from the afternoon sun. They kept the banter light, another way of assuring me all was going to be fine. I can remember the line crew foreman saying,"Boss Man, if you wanted to cut down some pines, you could of just called us." A good chuckle put a quick reminder of my aching side. The lady, concerned with my comfort, asked around for something to place under my head. The other lineman, uncouth at best, said,"Let him lay in your lap, best I can remember, it was pretty soft." Unphased, she shot back,"I don't remember that, I MUST have been drunk." Fervent laughter and more searing pain. I had to beg them to stop.

I'm sure the wreckage had to of looked worse than it actually was. All anyone could say was how lucky I was and that Someone must be looking out for me. Of course, not knowing the tragic look of the wreckage, bound in a neck brace and strapped to a back board, I felt anything but. The paramedics at the scene, lending a deaf ear to my protests of "I can get out!"...their job, I know..., called for the extraction team. I'm sure it was a bit comical to the casual onlooker, me being constantly reprimanded for trying to help by the EMTs and the appreciative firemen struggling to haul 6'2" 285 lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal out of the wreckage and into the awaiting ambulance.

I wouldn't let anyone be contacted at the accident scene or while I was strapped to the precautionary back board, not wanting to cause any undue worry or stress to my loved ones. A good decision on my part. Mom arrived in a huff and became emotionally distraught just seeing my lying on a gurney with an IV. I shutter to think how she would have reacted watching them carry me from the scene or even arriving at the hospital. She went back and got Boomer...one and a half hours late... and so began their vigil outside the X-Ray department.

Sadism must be a required course for radiologists. Every x-ray session I have ever endured left me in considerably more pain than when I entered. Example? Shoulder. Function: to lift the arm...bum shoulder means painful arm lifting experience... X-Ray technician,"I'm gonna need you to lift your arm." Rib cage. Function: protect internal organs, heart, lungs. lungs being the operative word here...bruised possibly cracked ribs mean pain when breathing and contorting torso...X-Ray technician, "Now turn your body this way...a feat I would have had trouble with even without injuries..." and at every picture,"Now take a deep breath...you gotta be kidding me, right?..., hold it, now you may breath...like I could catch my breath with the pain pulsing through my rib cage...

Happy to report no permanent damage, only some lingering aches and considerable stiffness. I think Boomer is enjoying this all entirely too much. He especially appreciated the look on my face as the doctor, upon spurting the good news, decided to massage my bum shoulder. Another plus, it was his car that was totalled. I guess now he figures he'll be able to find something with a working a/c and a cd player. Huh, he keeps smirking and he'll have to figure a little while longer...

"Someday we'll look back on this moment and plow into a parked car."
-- Evan Davis

Posted by: on Sep 16, 2003 - 9:47 pm

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Mon Sep 15, 2003

Little Diddy 'Bout...

Little diddy 'bout Jenett and ShareBlogs made the front page of the Blog Street Journal !!!

Posted by: on Sep 15, 2003 - 10:31 am

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Sun Sep 14, 2003

No More Sunday Cop Outs: just comics...

Looks like I'm never going to have an actual Sunday post, so why pretend ?! Why not continue the Comics trend and call it a feature? OK, OK, you win...


Posted by: on Sep 14, 2003 - 10:07 pm

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Sat Sep 13, 2003

Yes, Mr Gailey. A Field Goal Does Count for Three...

Outstanding football game. Both teams played their collective hearts out, and unfortunately, mine was broken. Yes, I know it's cliche...hindsight's 20/20 and all that... but had Mr. Gailey...Coach moniker didn't apply to this game... not decided to "announce his authority" on Tech's opening drive, kicked the field goal, we have ourselves a totally different ball game...FSU would have needed more than two scores to win...No FSU

I'll admit, in the back of my mind, there was a lingering doubt...even with a thirteen point lead... Mr Gailey decided to play not to lose, instead of the innovatively aggressive play responsible for the lead. I never fully realized the excitement I should have been feeling. All thanks to one ridiculous call on Tech's opening drive of the game. Of course, had the gamble worked, I'd instead be praising the genius that is Gailey, eager to give him credit for a gutsy...but effective... play. But as it stands, I get to wallow in what turned to stupidity and berate an otherwise well though out gameplan. This is what I get for photoshopping Buzz stinging the Seminoles at the end of the third quarter. It wouldn't have stung quite so bad if Chan hadn't grown up in the middle of the Georgia Football Bible Belt...about thirty miles from me... He definitely should have known better...

For those of you wondering what the hell I'm talking about... tenth ranked Florida State 14, Georgia Tech 13...

"Too heartbroken to shive a git about a quote."
-- Alex Dunn

Posted by: on Sep 13, 2003 - 11:56 pm

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Fri Sep 12, 2003

Essay: Hometown Institution

In the small rural town of Montezuma, Georgia, you will find what most locals would call one of the true remaining institutions, Troy's Snack Shack, located right smack in the middle of Montezuma's historic downtown business district. Few visitors consider their trip complete without first finding their way to its counters. Even fewer locals make it through the week without their " Troy's Fix ".

The sleepy downtown district awakens to the tantalizing aromas generated by its kitchens promptly at 4:30 am, six days a week. The smell of crisping bacon and homemade cathead biscuits floats over the town like a thin fog, lingering only long enough to entice before drifting in an effort to infect the whole town. Upon entering the establishment, a mingling of these aromas, along with those of country ham and sausage smoldering on the breakfast grill, engulf you and take you back to a better time, one of cherished memories, like your grandma's kitchen, same aromas, same warm feeling.

A mostly easy-going breakfast crowd makes for a relatively quiet morning. The only sounds are those of the kitchen and the occasional order called using only the regular customer's name, something like, " Fred's breakfast " or " Mr. Walter's breakfast ". Laughter can sometimes be heard emanating from the coveted back table, a seat at which ranks you in the upper echelon of regular customers, or just kin to a member of the staff.

The hectic pace of the lunch crowd quickly erases the leisurely pace of the breakfast crowd. Hamburger patties by the dozens sizzle on the lunch grill. The designated fry cook for the day races frantically from kitchen to counter, refusing defiantly to let any customer wait. Orders are barked to the lunch grill cook; " Two double chili cheese without ", " Sixteen double cheese all the way ", " Four without ", and on and on and on, a constant barrage of orders, the remembering of which the most talented of cooks would be hard pressed to emulate. The feverish pace prevents necessary sanitation, though the bulging garbage cans and soiled booths do little to deter the true Troy's customer. Brown paper bags already soaked through with grease and cardboard boxes brimming with lunch orders are continuously paraded out the front and rear. The ordering line can sometimes extend beyond both doors, creating a gauntlet upon entering and leaving, although the trip out seems not nearly as daunting a task. Most patrons part ways for those leaving, but guard fiercely their place in line. However, though less daunted, those leaving must be wary, for, if not, the may lose a few of their precious fries to the quick of hand.

One of my best friends, Tony Collier, operates this establishment, and I am constantly amazed by his grit and determination to keep alive this hometown institution. Many businesses have already deserted our downtown district in search of newer, more efficient buildings, yet Troy's is still there, plodding along as its main draw.

Posted by: on Sep 12, 2003 - 11:44 pm

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Thu Sep 11, 2003

In Remembrance...

A picture is worth...

"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force."
-- Dorothy Parker

Posted by: on Sep 11, 2003 - 12:01 am

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Wed Sep 10, 2003

Credit Where Credit is Due...

I was fortunate enough to be included as a founding member of Joe Jenett's genius ShareBlogs, an offshoot of Joe's Crazy Game. I had planned a raving review, but I think an interview Joe gave on the sight does that better than I ever could...

1. What was your primary motivation for creating ShareBlogs?

"I bought the domain name a few months ago with the idea of creating a site somehow related to BlogShares, which, afterall, is about sharing blogs while playing a fun game at the same time. As it says on BlogShares' About page, “Each individual uses the simulation for different purposes: you can use BlogShares to find new blogs to read, to show your appreciation by buying or gifting shares and, of course, to accrue as much capital as possible." Many of the projects I maintain on the web have to do with helping others find new and interesting websites. The thought of combining what I’ve already been doing with a game I really love (and does the same thing), in the form of a new website, was attractive to me.
After testing the waters a bit at my weblog with Joe’s Crazy Game, primarily sharing virtual profits with others and getting them more into the game, it made sense to use the domain name for exactly what you see here. The primary motivation? Fun."

2. How do you have so much time to devote to this site and BlogShares? (technically two questions)
"There’s 24 hours in a day. On a typical day, I sleep 5-6 hours and watch very little television. I spend 3-5 hours updating/maintaining my personal web projects, including this one. My design business demands anywhere from 3 to 7 hours a day depending on how busy I am. My hours are flexible and I’m a multitasker and time juggler from way back. Do the math. There’s plenty of time to work and play hard, which includes BlogShares, writing music, other creative pastimes, and spending time with my wife Kim when she’s not hopping around the world on business.
I play BlogShares a lot, but probably less than it appears. Using 5 different custom searches, which I keep improving, and Mozilla (Firebird) with tabbed browsing (and useful ‘extensions’) plus my trusty wheeled mouse, I’ve completed as many as 200 transactions in 20-30 minutes. The ”BlogShares Client" I’ve been dabbling with adds even more potential time crunching to the process, as I work my way towards virtual moguldum, which, by the way, would buy me a cup of coffee if I added a real dollar to it."

3. What gives you the most satisfaction in your participation in ShareBlogs?
" among the participants. The interaction and watching people get more excited about BlogShares::ShareBlogs has been most gratifying."

4. What is your vision for ShareBlogs?
"I think you’re looking at it – it’s already exceeded my expectations and will evolve into what it’s meant to be. I’m not out to change the world (or drastically change the site for that matter) or have ShareBlogs grow too far beyond the highly personal and friendly place it is now. It’s the fun that defines ShareBlogs, not the site. I would, however, like to see 3 or 4 thousand incoming links to realize all that “building value” nonsense, if that’s not asking too much... ;~)"

5. How can the founding members help you achieve this vision?
"The “founding members” helped get this site off the ground by supporting it and participating early on, which I’ll always appreciate. The only additional “help” I’m seeking from them, or any other players and participants for that matter, is to enjoy what’s here and get others interested in enjoying it too. And coming up with new ideas like this interview game, Dewayne, sure doesn’t hurt either. Though I don’t want to see ShareBlogs get so big that it loses the magic it has now, I guess my vision does include seeing it grow into a community of several hundred, interacting BlogShares::ShareBlogs enthusiasts. That would be cool..."

So come on by with your BS$ ID and Share the Blogs...

Posted by: on Sep 10, 2003 - 10:17 pm

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Carnival Time Again...


The Carnival of the Vanities is hosted at Solport this week...

Posted by: on Sep 10, 2003 - 5:22 pm

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Tue Sep 09, 2003

Red, Yellow or Green

I usually try and limit the current events posts to Irrational Noise, but couldn't help posting this little opinion piece here...

Feds to Rate Terrorism Threat of Air Passengers

In the most aggressive -- and, some say, invasive -- step yet to protect air travelers, the federal government and the airlines will phase in a computer system next year to measure the risk posed by every passenger on every flight in the United States.

The new Transportation Security Administration system seeks to probe deeper into each passenger's identity than is currently possible, comparing personal information against criminal records and intelligence information. Passengers will be assigned a color code -- green, yellow or red -- based in part on their city of departure, destination, traveling companions and date of ticket purchase.

Most people will be coded green and sail through. But up to 8 percent of passengers who board the nation's 26,000 daily flights will be coded "yellow" and will undergo additional screening at the checkpoint, according to people familiar with the program. An estimated 1 to 2 percent will be labeled "red" and will be prohibited from boarding. These passengers also will face police questioning and may be arrested.

Full Article

Is it just me or is this Orwell revisited? Racial profiling be damned, they're going to color us all. I understand the traffic light analogy, but I'm afraid a few of the good ole boys I know may not. You go round 'classifying' them green...snot nose kid that don't know what he's doing... yellowchicken sh*t for lack of a better word or red...Commie bastard... you're going to be in a world of hurt.

Federalizing airport security was a major mistake and now it's being compounded. Best code me red to match my face...anger, embarrassment, you pick...

"It has been said that democracy is the worst form of government except all the others that have been tried."
-- Sir Winston Churchill

Posted by: on Sep 09, 2003 - 11:04 pm

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Mon Sep 08, 2003

The Sex Stone

Had some free time today...cutting grass... and just sorta let my mind wander...there's only a couple fewer plants to trim around ;-)... Came up with some great topics for posts, but now they've dissappeared...funny how that works...

As usual, when allowed to wander, my mind invariably seizes on my late grandfather...my PaPa... The trap was secured when by chance I glimpsed the landing of a few ducks in the pond / watering hole accross the road. I remember thinking to myself, "That's a little odd, this time of year.", and one of Papa's word plays immediatelt sprang into my head...


To hear the proper elocution, click here

And no visit to my memories of PaPa would be complete without the 'sex' stone enigma. For as long as I could remember, he had carried a stone, worn smooth by time. My Dad and uncles constantly goaded me as a young child into asking PaPa what kind of rock it was. "A sex stone," he'd reply, bringing an uproar of laughter from the goaders. One day years later when, I guess in his eyes, I had reached early manhood, he pulled me to the side and finally bestowed on me the mystery of the stone. "Bubba," he said, "did you ever figure out why I call this thing a sex stone?" "No sir," I replied. "Because it's just a f*cking rock." he said, as he placed it in my hand. A Dunn clan rite of passage ...

"Come on Mama, We better go to bed. These folks might wanna go home..."
-- PaPa

Posted by: on Sep 08, 2003 - 10:56 pm

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Bloglines: Web Browser Accessible Aggregator

First saw this at Lockergnome and was re-introduced in the comments of this post over at house of warwick.

Bloglines is a free service that makes it easy to keep up with your favorite blogs and newsfeeds. With Bloglines, you can subscribe to the RSS feeds of your favorite blogs, and Bloglines will monitor updates to those sites. You can read the latest entries easily within Bloglines.

Unlike other aggregators which require you to download and install software, Bloglines runs on our servers and requires no installation. Because your Bloglines account is accessible through a web browser, you can access your account from any Internet-connected machine. See the overview for more information.

Posted by: on Sep 08, 2003 - 9:23 am

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Sun Sep 07, 2003

Another Sunday Cop Out...

Not much time for blogging or commenting today...Pumpkin's here and Rece DID make it late this afternoon... Thought I'd post a little fun introduced to me by deb at SugarFused.com.

Which 80's Song Fits You?

When Doves Cry
"When Doves Cry" (by Prince)
How could you just leave me standing,
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe you're just too demanding.
Maybe I'm just like my father--too bold.
Maybe you're just like my mother.
She's never satisfied.
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like,
When doves cry.

Which 80's Song Fits You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Thanks deb...

"Where humor is concerned there are no standards - no one can say what is good or bad, although you can be sure that everyone will."
-- John Kenneth Galbraith

Posted by: on Sep 07, 2003 - 11:20 pm

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Sat Sep 06, 2003

Ga Tech 17, Auburn 3

That's more like it...Now maybe the kids will wear their Tech gear in public again...Next best thing to a Tech win is an Auburn loss and if only Georgia had lost, it would have been the trifecta. Tickets were scarce, so the kids and I watched it from the homestead...all except for Rece, he's at Pathfinder's camp at Cohutta Springs for the weekend... Pumpkin' said she wasn't feeling a little under the weather and called in sick to work. I'd like to flatter myself and say she just stayed home to spend time with her Dad, but more than likely it was to watch the game and maybe the Braves as well...though she's gonna be dissappointed to find out Maddux is pitching ( no Javy)...

I guess if I haven't instilled anything else in my kids, I've inbedded my love of sports...spectator and participatory... They've come up with an ingenious little baseball slash volleyball game that I think the are calling 'Something we can beat Daddy at'...I've yet to win a match... It involves the two power lines in the front yard and more running than a soon to be forty-year-old can endure. I'm afraid this will become a 'spectator' sport for me very shortly.

After all these years, I don't aspire to be anybody but who I've always been. If there are young guys looking at me now, I just want them to see a guy who works hard, who has great respect for the game, who has team goals that matter. And you hope that's enough.
-- Jeff Bagwell, Houston Astros

Posted by: on Sep 06, 2003 - 8:47 pm

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Fri Sep 05, 2003

Not my Fault...

When I returned from class Tuesday night my ISP was down once again. And to think I actually switched thinking I would get a more reliable connection...i.e. dedicated versus virtual, only two options available... Connections from my old service fluctuated anywhere from 30.6 Kbps to 20.4 Kbps...we are zooming, but tended to stay on the low end of the scale. The dedicated server offered a consistent connection speed and is housed locally...you know, buy local and shdarn... I told Boomer we should think about a satellite connecton. His response, "Great idea Dad, then when the Directv's out, we'll have absolutely no means of entertainment."...isn't the sarcasm of a teenager a joy to behold? And it doesn't much help that he was right... So I'm in the TexNotes again, trying not to shirk the task of keeping this journal alive.

Finished off another great Tanenbaum novel last night, Absolute Rage...no internet, too hot to sleep, what else is a fellow supposed to do?... Not familiar with Mr. Tanenbaum's work? If suspense, moral complexity, incisive throwaway lines and legal thrillers are your bag, then Tanenbaum's your fifty-pounder... WARNING Obscure Reference: paper bags, you know, before there was a choice, use a weight scale for sizing. And a fifty is pretty dang big. See, informative and entertaining...well informative... He's developed the jewels of his work, the Karp/Ciampi family, meticuosly throughout the series of engrossingly suspenseful novels , though each one is an excellent stand-alone read in its own right. A H & H must read...

Still swimming in obscurity. Come on in, the waters fine...

"A hypocrite is a person who--but who isn't?"
-- Don Marquis

Posted by: on Sep 05, 2003 - 10:57 am

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Better Late that Never...

The Carnival is being hosted at Rhetorica.net this week. Be sure and check it out...

Posted by: on Sep 05, 2003 - 10:42 am

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Essay: Trujillo Triumph

After my first semester in college, I was given the opportunity to travel to Honduras by a local church organization. The purpose of our trip was missions through labor, helping to build a church. We were to travel to the coastal town of Trujillo, Honduras, where we were to join one of the residing missionaries and accompany him to one of the many villages scattered across the area.

Our trek began in February of that year, following what could have been taken as a bad omen. A freakish ice storm had just ransacked our southern community, leaving in its wake many homes with no heat or power. However, we all left, begrudgingly as it was, for what most felt was a higher purpose. We were greeted after a twenty-hour van ride by yet another setback; our flight was delayed four hours. During this time, I began to notice a middle-aged woman, circulating through our group and a few others, handing out miniature flags. She approached me with one and being patriotic, I took it. Attached to the flag was a note stating she was a deaf mute and her means of supporting her family was selling these miniature flags for a dollar. I watched in amazement as this lady continued to circulate throughout the whole concourse, approaching each and every departing or incoming passenger passing through. I estimated she handed out two thousand flags in this short amount of time with about a fifty percent success rate. Not bad, one thousand dollars for four hours work.

Our first stop was in Belize City, Belize where we were told, to our disappointment, no one would be able to leave the plane as it was only a refueling stop. However on our approach, we soon realized that the warning was not necessary. The runway was lined with artillery and anti-aircraft weapons all facing TOWARD the arriving flights. Needless to say, no one made an effort to disobey the previous warning.


Posted by: on Sep 05, 2003 - 10:33 am

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Tue Sep 02, 2003

This Time I'm Sure...

The quote drove the post...

I was sittting here stroking massaging rubbing ...Awe hell, forget it. I wasn't doing nothing to my head... aimlessly wandering through my news feeds, desperately seeking a topic for tonight's post and decided, "What the hey, I'll just take a gander at the Quotes of the Day feed, and go ahead and post the wittiest or most profound, whichever mood strikes me. At least I'll have one field out of the way." I was really taken aback by today's Thoreau quote, "How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." So much so, I became physically ill at the thought I hadn't lived enough today to write anything. So, with vanity not being one of my vices, I'll end with that thought...

xx Insert FeedDemon plug here xx xx Mention Lockergnome's RSS Resource xx

Now wallow in obscurity...

"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live."
-- Henry David Thoreau

Posted by: on Sep 02, 2003 - 10:14 pm

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Mon Sep 01, 2003

BlogShares Client Release 0.04

Matt Comroe has released the latest build of his BlogShares Client.

Version 0.4

Added support for ideas! Now you can search on ideas, select all and purchase with just a few clicks.

Also full handling of ideas within your portfolio.

Fixed annoying “select all” bug.

Added filtering by folders, so you don’t accidentally sell off stuff in a subfolder.

Start of storing application data. Right now all it does is save your UserId after a sucessful login and populate the box for you next time.

Highly recommended for any Blogshares connoisseur. Thanks for a great app, Matt...

Posted by: on Sep 01, 2003 - 9:45 pm

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Retreating from the Retreat

All in all, a pretty good weekend. Would have been better with the kids, but no complaints with the company I had. A little fun, a little sun, a little romance...more sun than romance I'm afraid... Working on adding some photos to the non-existent PhotoBlog..no skin, she wouldn't go for it, your loss... sometime soon, hopefully...the PhotoBlog, not the skin...

Since Joe turned down the contest prize I offered over at Shareblogs...for the good of the community..., I've had to come up with another way to 'share the blogs'. I'm leaning toward an 'identify the photo' type contest. I'll have to re-vamp the prize, however. I didn't realize the logistical nightmare it would entail. So instead of a shot at all my artefacts, I'm just gonna HTO a blog of choice for the winner...well, within reason. May be more expensive, but less logistics...

"It is a good morning exercise for a research scientist to discard a pet hypothesis every day before breakfast. It keeps him young."
-- Konrad Lorenz

Posted by: on Sep 01, 2003 - 9:34 pm

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