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    Don't Go Away!

    Hey, thanks for checking out the Blog Sea! Most of my blogging activity has been on the Blogging On segment of this site, because that's what's going to get me a passing grade so my company doesn't attach my paycheck for flogging this class! (Better to hit me with a stick than a carrot!) Feel free to check out my posts over there, but eventually the tide will turn and I'll be back here, writing about really important shit that is bound to have a profound impact on your life! This will be the main page in a few weeks, but until then, check out Blogging On!  NOW!


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    Moment of Silence

    We had a moment of silence at work today for Veteran's Day. I was in the men's room at the iwo jima.jpgtime. Some things do not lend well to moments of silence. Why are we having a moment of silence for Veteran's Day anyway?  Shouldn't we be standing up and applauding or something? It's not like they're dead, right? That's why we have Memorial Day.  Of course, my company can't feel too strongly about it, otherwise they would give us the day off as a holiday.  As it stands, we can take it off without pay.  Here's the message that sends: "If you feel strongly about those men and women who have defended our country's freedom, or if you're one of those fine citizens who have served in our armed forces and would like to bask in the honor your country bestows upon you, feel free to take the day off. Just give us 20% of your paycheck first."

    So that's why I stand in the mens room and try to pee quietly.  I know, I know, I'm being cynical again.


    Bells and whistles

    Well, I'm back from the good city of Charlotte after attending the Bank of America 500 at Lowe's Motor Speedway. (I took my wife there for a milestone birthday, although I won't tell the world how OLD she is...) The trip was sort of a last minute decision, so we ended up at the Sun Suites, which I'm not going to link to because I don't want to turn into a billboard here. Anyway, we walk into the room and first thing we notice is there's a dead bee on the table, next to some hardware for securing a light fixture. Seems they changed all of the light bulbs in the room before we got there and they forgot to replace the covers, and apparently broke the dead bee cover because we couldn't find it anywhere.

    The room was chintzy but not obnoxiously so, so we made do for the two night stay. Only major problem was trying to connect to their "wireless" internet service. After fumbling through dialup earlier in the morning and debating a trip to downtown for Kinko's, I decided instead to go to Best Buy and pick up a wireless card for my laptop. I ended up spending several hours on Saturday morning trying to connect to the hotel's wireless system, finally doing that with the manager's help, and then a couple of hours on Sunday morning, this time with help from the front desk woman who wasn't able to connect me either. Finally I just gave up.

    I don't know what it is, but I used to be semi-functional on computers and now that XP has taken over the world I find it harder and harder to accomplish what I need without an outside computer consultation service. I think I just want computers to do what I want (and keep doing it without any sass) and forget about all of the bells and whistles sometimes.  To me, Microsoft is sort of like the U.S. Legislature: every year they sit around thinking of new and more complex laws--but is there ever a point where we just sit back and say, "OK, that works! Enough tweaking for a while." ? Of course, I'll never get a job as New Product Developer for Bill Gates with that attitude!


    Condolences to the Yankee Family

    lidle.jpgAll of the concerns of the New York Yankeees after being eliminated from the playoffs are suddenly so trivial with the sudden and tragic passing of Cory Lidle in today's plane crash in New York City. I wish to extend my condolences to his fans and friends and my deepest sypathy to the Lidle family in their time of loss and sorrow.


    Old Pink Says it Best

    darkside.jpgJust in case you're wondering why I haven't posted here in a while...

    "So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
    Racing around to come up behind you again.
    The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
    Shorter of breath and one day closer to death." 

    (Time, Dark Side of the Moon, produced by  Pink Floyd,  1973.)

    That part about the sun racing around behind me is what I'm talking about.