As I prepare for the cross-country trek with my father I have come across these gems that help explain the generational divide between the two of us:
The 6 Most Unintentionally Hilarious Old School PSAs
Read...watch...pee your pants.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Riding Off Into the Sunset
(aka Driving off into the Sunset in a pickup truck with a U-Haul trailer)
Sooo, I just booked a one-way ticket to Houston for next weekend. It’s time to offer up an official goodbye to Houston, pack the last of the family belongings, lock the front door one last time, and drive off west with my dad. Yes, with my dad - just me and my dad.This is going to be awk...wait for it...ward. I will not project or place expectations on the conversation but here is what might be covered before we hit the on ramp to I-45: Republican v Democrat. Old School v New School. Wal*Mart Atlas v iPhone Google Maps. Need I go on?
With that being said, I have great apprehension about this trip. I’m nervous. I’m anxious. I'm waxing nostalgic. Don't get me wrong, this won’t be my last trek to Texas but it will be my last time going “home” to my parent’s house. Houston has a special place in my life. It is where I became an adult and headed on the path to where I am today.
It’s where I-started and then ditched the life of an oil man
-spent five years as a YMCA youth counselor and drove the short bus
-declined UT and Texas A&M so I could go to the University of Houston and experience true diversity
-was introduced to live, local music
-learned the joys of an inter-continental airport and a passport
-learned how to demo and drywall flooded homes
-learned to say Ma’am and Sir with a wink and a sincere smile
-learned that sometimes it’s worth the 35-mile drive for good food
-became a professional commuter and experienced ‘real’ traffic
-became a fan of summer rainstorms
-found great friends that got me through my 20’s
-said goodbye to my dog Sadie
It’s where I will always feel at home.
It’s like when I go back home to San Diego but different. San Diego is filled with childhood memories. Houston is where I became an adult. I can still remember my first flight into IAH with my family looking for a house. It was so flat and there were so many trees. It's funny that I found direction for my life in a place that I needed a map and compass to navigate for the first year I lived there.
I will always be grateful that my parents picked up and moved from San Diego (on my birthday) back in 1997. It forced me out of my comfort zone and started a chain of events that has made me the person that is sitting here typing this post.
Chances are this trip will be one for the record books. Spending 4 days with my dad driving across the Southwest will more than likely make it into my memoires as a full chapter. That is if we don’t kill each other by reaching the city limits. I am too afraid to hitchhike through western Texas so I won’t bail out of the truck until I know I can make it home safely (I should have never seen the Texas Chainsaw Massacre). I can’t eject myself from the truck in New Mexico for obvious reasons (skin walkers and new age healers) so I will sit tight until we at least reach rural Arizona (yeah polygimists). If the universe allows me to make it to Southern Utah and I see familiar landmarks I have no fear jumping from the truck at speeds of 35MPH (roll when you hit the ground, just like Chuck Norris says, right?). If you happen to get a phone call from me around November 18th please pick up. I’m probably at the Greyhound station avoiding Large Marge and Pee Wee Herman. I might need you to wire me money, then again I might be desperate enought to part with my iPod or MacBook in exchange for bus fare. So when that phone of yours rings please pick up, please, please pick up.
As a complete side note:
For those that have ever been to Chuy’s (down off Kirby and Westheimer) know that I will still make an annual pilgrimage back to the Lonestar state so I can order a chicken Chuychanga with creamy jalapeno ranch sauce. If I can pack in a trip to Berry Hill’s for some fish taco’s that would be icing on the cake (but that cake would really need to be a slice of chocolate from Benji’s). Oh and then there’s a side trip to Niko Niko’s for a spinach pita and then a hop over to Rice Village for some Thai. I could go for some BBQ at County Line or stale cookies from the crazy Panaderia near Hopper Road. Maybe a few tortilla’s from H.E.B. for homemade fajita’s. Don't forget there is always room for a late night trip to the House of Pies for some chocolate silk and never, ever forget that when all else fails…Kat’z nev-uh closez! Who has the Tum-tum-tum-tum-Tums?! Better yet, who wants to go?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Winter Cold, Take 1
Mark the calendar – Nov 6th is officially my first sick day of the winter (and it’s not even “officially” winter yet). It dumped snow this week and there are three storms on the way over the next seven days. Kill me now! Snowbird fires up its ski lifts tomorrow, exciting and depressing.
Who knows if my cold is due to a week of not sleeping while my boss traversed the Middle East two weeks ago, if I’ve been infected with whatever germs he brought back, if I have the crud that has half of out IT department out (convenient that my new MacBook Pro is in the hands of the person that may have gifted this disease to me), or if I contracted something after bowling til the wee hours last night and didn't wash my hands afterward.
Who really cares? One upside is that I have coughed for the last 18 hours and have managed a killer abdominal workout. The other upside is that I’m bored out of my gourd and decided to whip up a post.
In any case, I write this entry under mild medicinal intoxication. I hate medicine and never, repeat NEVER, take it. The only thing I hate more than medicine is being sick so one obviously trumps the other (I guess my definition of "never" is more flexible than it might be for others). Dayquil gives me a hazy hangover that has been ever present with me today. As if I don’t have enough trouble forming complete sentences or typing, this is risky business people. Please disregard my poor grammar or unforgivable typos (I just typed unfrogivable, thank you autocorrect).
So in case you didn’t realize it, this week was election week. I voted a week early on campus and only had to wait in line 15 minutes or so. November 4th in Utah started with a nasty storm that brought rain, snow, and blustery winds. I can’t imagine having to wait in lines outside in weather like that BUT I still would have done it in order to cast my vote.
As I watched the returns come in Tuesday night I tried to take in the significance of what was happening. My doubts and misgivings about the readiness of our country evaporated as the news stations started to declare our new President-Elect Obama. The rallies of people that had gathered in hopes that their voices would be heard erupted with cheers and tears. Why reiterate the historical significance of whoever could have taken office here on my blog – my memory will revolve around the fact that I sat in my living room glued to the TV, iPhone in hand texting away, with the overwhelming sense that the country had made it choice clear. The Supreme Court would not be deciding this election, a collective relief.
WARNING: Ranting will commence from here on out...
Some of those that are close to me and have turned out to be apathetic due to many excuses: I just don’t know about politics, it’s Utah – my vote doesn’t really count, I don’t like either candidate, etc. I try to be understanding with those that are part of my daily life that would rather watch reality TV and get their politics in 30 second sound bites than search for answers. It’s hard to have meaningful conversations with people that can spout off random sports statistics but couldn’t verbalize what socialism is. Don’t take offense, I’m not asking that you have a degree in political science to comment on an election. My concern is that with how critical this election is – most people in my immediate circles are disappointing in their election acumen (click on the word for the definition, I can wait).
I know too many people that live and die by SportsCenter, The Office, Gossip Girl, or {insert your show of the moment here} but when you can’t take 15 minutes a day in an election year to familiarize yourself with the issues and candidates I have diminished respect for you. Even more appalling is when you try to have a half-assed discussion about a candidate with nothing more than information from a local news station that can barley package a 7-11 robbery correctly. I am not announcing myself as a politico or a pundit but the only thing worse than apathy is ignorance. Sirs and Madams, check yourself before you wreck yourself (and our country).
All things aside, I don’t care how you voted. I do care that you voted with some level of competence, that you can explain why you decided one way or the other, and how you plan to get involved. Please don’t put critical issues on the back-burner until January 2009 or indefinitely. Don’t let apathy or victorious confidence result in passing responsibility to “those” who are heavily involved in politics. It’s time now to take inventory and get involved. Our country/state/county/city cannot solve problems without the assistance and input of its citizens. Make it a point to attend a town hall meeting with a group of friends, make time to go to an academic lecture, write your representative (for hells sake find out who your representatives are!), engage your community in some fashion, read (yes READ) more than one newspaper/magazine/website as information sources and stop forwarding emails from your uncle/sister-in-law/coworker/listserv/etc unless you are completely aligned with its contents (and for the love, stop with the bad Photoshop jobs of candidates and images stolen from Google).
Now that I have slighted my non-political friends I won’t go further and drop Prop 8 on you. Just know that I have strong feelings on the issue and I have tried to understand both sides of the issue and its ramifications. As a Californian by birth and having been raised in an active Mormon family I have struggled with how the proposition has been handled and spun. I will leave it at that and can only hope that politics do not turn up at the Thanksgiving Day dinner table. It won’t be pretty and I am not afraid to sling the mash potatoes across the table, blind a sibling with the cranberries, or even sacrifice the stuffing up a parent’s nostril. Game on!
So who’s in for dinner this year? I promise to post photos of the eminent food fight.
Who knows if my cold is due to a week of not sleeping while my boss traversed the Middle East two weeks ago, if I’ve been infected with whatever germs he brought back, if I have the crud that has half of out IT department out (convenient that my new MacBook Pro is in the hands of the person that may have gifted this disease to me), or if I contracted something after bowling til the wee hours last night and didn't wash my hands afterward.
Who really cares? One upside is that I have coughed for the last 18 hours and have managed a killer abdominal workout. The other upside is that I’m bored out of my gourd and decided to whip up a post.
In any case, I write this entry under mild medicinal intoxication. I hate medicine and never, repeat NEVER, take it. The only thing I hate more than medicine is being sick so one obviously trumps the other (I guess my definition of "never" is more flexible than it might be for others). Dayquil gives me a hazy hangover that has been ever present with me today. As if I don’t have enough trouble forming complete sentences or typing, this is risky business people. Please disregard my poor grammar or unforgivable typos (I just typed unfrogivable, thank you autocorrect).
So in case you didn’t realize it, this week was election week. I voted a week early on campus and only had to wait in line 15 minutes or so. November 4th in Utah started with a nasty storm that brought rain, snow, and blustery winds. I can’t imagine having to wait in lines outside in weather like that BUT I still would have done it in order to cast my vote.
As I watched the returns come in Tuesday night I tried to take in the significance of what was happening. My doubts and misgivings about the readiness of our country evaporated as the news stations started to declare our new President-Elect Obama. The rallies of people that had gathered in hopes that their voices would be heard erupted with cheers and tears. Why reiterate the historical significance of whoever could have taken office here on my blog – my memory will revolve around the fact that I sat in my living room glued to the TV, iPhone in hand texting away, with the overwhelming sense that the country had made it choice clear. The Supreme Court would not be deciding this election, a collective relief.
WARNING: Ranting will commence from here on out...
Some of those that are close to me and have turned out to be apathetic due to many excuses: I just don’t know about politics, it’s Utah – my vote doesn’t really count, I don’t like either candidate, etc. I try to be understanding with those that are part of my daily life that would rather watch reality TV and get their politics in 30 second sound bites than search for answers. It’s hard to have meaningful conversations with people that can spout off random sports statistics but couldn’t verbalize what socialism is. Don’t take offense, I’m not asking that you have a degree in political science to comment on an election. My concern is that with how critical this election is – most people in my immediate circles are disappointing in their election acumen (click on the word for the definition, I can wait).
I know too many people that live and die by SportsCenter, The Office, Gossip Girl, or {insert your show of the moment here} but when you can’t take 15 minutes a day in an election year to familiarize yourself with the issues and candidates I have diminished respect for you. Even more appalling is when you try to have a half-assed discussion about a candidate with nothing more than information from a local news station that can barley package a 7-11 robbery correctly. I am not announcing myself as a politico or a pundit but the only thing worse than apathy is ignorance. Sirs and Madams, check yourself before you wreck yourself (and our country).
All things aside, I don’t care how you voted. I do care that you voted with some level of competence, that you can explain why you decided one way or the other, and how you plan to get involved. Please don’t put critical issues on the back-burner until January 2009 or indefinitely. Don’t let apathy or victorious confidence result in passing responsibility to “those” who are heavily involved in politics. It’s time now to take inventory and get involved. Our country/state/county/city cannot solve problems without the assistance and input of its citizens. Make it a point to attend a town hall meeting with a group of friends, make time to go to an academic lecture, write your representative (for hells sake find out who your representatives are!), engage your community in some fashion, read (yes READ) more than one newspaper/magazine/website as information sources and stop forwarding emails from your uncle/sister-in-law/coworker/listserv/etc unless you are completely aligned with its contents (and for the love, stop with the bad Photoshop jobs of candidates and images stolen from Google).
Now that I have slighted my non-political friends I won’t go further and drop Prop 8 on you. Just know that I have strong feelings on the issue and I have tried to understand both sides of the issue and its ramifications. As a Californian by birth and having been raised in an active Mormon family I have struggled with how the proposition has been handled and spun. I will leave it at that and can only hope that politics do not turn up at the Thanksgiving Day dinner table. It won’t be pretty and I am not afraid to sling the mash potatoes across the table, blind a sibling with the cranberries, or even sacrifice the stuffing up a parent’s nostril. Game on!
So who’s in for dinner this year? I promise to post photos of the eminent food fight.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
How much do I love my family?
As I mentioned in the last post, I am moving in November. I figured that since everyone in my family has made a major relocation in the past six weeks why the heck can't I? Peer pressure is a beezotch. I have to do what everyone else is doing as long as it isn't smoking cigarettes or doing drugs - Nancy Reagan & Punky Brewster told me not to do those things.
I might not be moving more than 1,500 miles (more like 5) but a move still requires packing up all of your crap and hauling it to a new location. Most people hate doing this but during grad school I had the privilege of doing it many times. I was a migrant gypsy of sorts. I like change and have been in the same place for 2 years - time for a change.
I get the keys to my new casa on November 15th and have two weeks to move. I thought I had most of it under control until my little brother rolled through town this weekend (with 2 U-Haul trucks) and dropped off (almost) all of my belongings from Texas. I now have enough stuff for two apartments - see I pretty much moved to Utah with what could fit in my little Mazda and acquired everything else when I got here. My brother didn't want to throw anything away so they brought it all (even down to my banking statements from when I was 15). I started going through everything and essentially it looks like I am missing a few key items.
What you ask? What would be an example of such a thing? You said that your brother packed up and brought everything. How could you be missing anything?
Well, I'm glad you asked. (please do not take the next few sentences as being ungrateful, I love my brother for packing up this stuff and driving it across the country, obviously we didn't quite unload everything).
-I have a table top but no legs (they were actually saw horses for legs but nonetheless, I have a table with no legs)
-I have 100's of CD jewel cases but no actual CD's
-I have frames but not the pictures that were in them (I'm missing my diploma's - no biggie, just $40,000+ worth of degrees MIA)
-I have a box full of my undergrad work that can keep the box of my grad work company (does anyone have a shredder I can borrow?)
-I have a box of stuff from England - spent months in counseling to forget that portion of my life and here it is, (re)delivered right to my door.
-I have a handful of art pads but my brushes, pens, pencils, and other art supplies are missing
Essentially, I have a garage piled with incomplete belongings that I will have to move across town in addition to all of my other stuff. I hope that once the other trucks are unloaded in Idaho (with my parents stuff) the remainder of my things will be located. Like I said before, I am grateful that I have my stuff back, I just wish I had their counterparts to make them worth having/keeping. I can't really have a garage sale with half-assed products (or can I?)
One unexpected bonus: my yearbooks have been found and have proved to be very entertaining. The mid-ninties were an interesting time to be in high school. The grunge era was only kind to Kurt Cobain (and look where it got him).
Hasta.
I might not be moving more than 1,500 miles (more like 5) but a move still requires packing up all of your crap and hauling it to a new location. Most people hate doing this but during grad school I had the privilege of doing it many times. I was a migrant gypsy of sorts. I like change and have been in the same place for 2 years - time for a change.
I get the keys to my new casa on November 15th and have two weeks to move. I thought I had most of it under control until my little brother rolled through town this weekend (with 2 U-Haul trucks) and dropped off (almost) all of my belongings from Texas. I now have enough stuff for two apartments - see I pretty much moved to Utah with what could fit in my little Mazda and acquired everything else when I got here. My brother didn't want to throw anything away so they brought it all (even down to my banking statements from when I was 15). I started going through everything and essentially it looks like I am missing a few key items.
What you ask? What would be an example of such a thing? You said that your brother packed up and brought everything. How could you be missing anything?
Well, I'm glad you asked. (please do not take the next few sentences as being ungrateful, I love my brother for packing up this stuff and driving it across the country, obviously we didn't quite unload everything).
-I have a table top but no legs (they were actually saw horses for legs but nonetheless, I have a table with no legs)
-I have 100's of CD jewel cases but no actual CD's
-I have frames but not the pictures that were in them (I'm missing my diploma's - no biggie, just $40,000+ worth of degrees MIA)
-I have a box full of my undergrad work that can keep the box of my grad work company (does anyone have a shredder I can borrow?)
-I have a box of stuff from England - spent months in counseling to forget that portion of my life and here it is, (re)delivered right to my door.
-I have a handful of art pads but my brushes, pens, pencils, and other art supplies are missing
Essentially, I have a garage piled with incomplete belongings that I will have to move across town in addition to all of my other stuff. I hope that once the other trucks are unloaded in Idaho (with my parents stuff) the remainder of my things will be located. Like I said before, I am grateful that I have my stuff back, I just wish I had their counterparts to make them worth having/keeping. I can't really have a garage sale with half-assed products (or can I?)
One unexpected bonus: my yearbooks have been found and have proved to be very entertaining. The mid-ninties were an interesting time to be in high school. The grunge era was only kind to Kurt Cobain (and look where it got him).
Hasta.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Where to begin - how about nowhere?
I need to get on the ball with this blog, I know. I have a variation of the same excuses each time I upload my monthly tales. So as this falls of deaf ears, I'm sorry. I will try to do better (let the vicious cycle of procrastination, an overwhelming amount of topics, and an aversion to sitting at a keyboard while not at work repeat once again).
October continued in my need to vacation, and vacation I did. I want to thank www.delta.com for sending their last minute fare alerts. This go-around it got my butt in a seat headed for LA. I knew that I couldn't get away during fall break but I could disappear the week before so I used guilt to find two of the worlds greatest travel companeros and we we in the Magic Kingdom of Disney by Saturday morning. The beauty of this spontaneous trip was that we had little planning and still had a great time. My friends even downloaded a program to map out our days in the park - in three days we stood in line for only about 2-3 hours (total!). By the time we got our photo with Mickey that first morning it was destined to be a great trip - it makes all the difference when the people you travel with are simpatico. I left my camera in my bag for all three days but I have a few pictures that I captured with my phone...hope they satiate your appetite for pictures.
Oh Mickey - you're so fine, you're so fine...
The highlight was definitely having the Haunted Mansion decked out for the Nightmare Before Christmas
In case you wondered where candy corn came from. It grows in stalks and in trees. Duh!
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. I got soaked and spent the next two hours with a severe case of swotch.
California Adventure was fun but not as cool as California in general. Especially when we (I) lost my ticket and had to halt the fast-passes.
Changing gears, work is work and that's all I'm going to say. It has me exhausted and up to my eyeballs in foreign affairs. I'm living the dream of "don't ask, don't tell" so please don't bother asking me what I do. Truth is, I don't even have a strong grasp on it these days and it's different everyday. One thing I can tell you is that we are decorating for Halloween at the college and I expect it will be a crazy week of butcher paper, masking tape, and people trying to figure out what we are doing. The front office has decided to go with a "Birds" theme - like the horror movie. It's cool but we did a major chunk of it while the bosses were out on Friday - can't wait to hear the reactions (and curse words) as they see it for the first time. Not sure if my boss will go for it but at least it was a nice distraction from the work we have been doing (yet again, nothing I can really talk about but if you read the paper you can figure it out on your own).
Here is a taste of what we have been doing to the front office at work. I am the master of making trees and birds now - who knew I had it in me to be so creative?
My big news for the month is that I will be moving out in the next few weeks. The time has come and it's time to live without roommates. I have mixed emotions on the topic of flying solo, mostly I'm sad that I won't be living with Scott anymore. Scott is one of the world's nicest guys and I don't want to leave him high and dry. I have a few housing options in the city but need to make a decision this week on where I will end up by mid-November. At least that will serve as a teaser to check back on where in the world "Matthew SanDiego" is.
I will make sure to post pictures of he Halloween party and my costume. You might need to check the following link to get up to speed on who I will be: www.drhorrible.com (I won't tell you what character I am planning to be just yet - it's a surprise)
Until next time...feel free to place bets on when I will update this again. I have a feeling that JoLynn and Katie have a running wager on it. Let me know who wins.
Sorry!
October continued in my need to vacation, and vacation I did. I want to thank www.delta.com for sending their last minute fare alerts. This go-around it got my butt in a seat headed for LA. I knew that I couldn't get away during fall break but I could disappear the week before so I used guilt to find two of the worlds greatest travel companeros and we we in the Magic Kingdom of Disney by Saturday morning. The beauty of this spontaneous trip was that we had little planning and still had a great time. My friends even downloaded a program to map out our days in the park - in three days we stood in line for only about 2-3 hours (total!). By the time we got our photo with Mickey that first morning it was destined to be a great trip - it makes all the difference when the people you travel with are simpatico. I left my camera in my bag for all three days but I have a few pictures that I captured with my phone...hope they satiate your appetite for pictures.
Oh Mickey - you're so fine, you're so fine...
The highlight was definitely having the Haunted Mansion decked out for the Nightmare Before Christmas
In case you wondered where candy corn came from. It grows in stalks and in trees. Duh!
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. I got soaked and spent the next two hours with a severe case of swotch.
California Adventure was fun but not as cool as California in general. Especially when we (I) lost my ticket and had to halt the fast-passes.Changing gears, work is work and that's all I'm going to say. It has me exhausted and up to my eyeballs in foreign affairs. I'm living the dream of "don't ask, don't tell" so please don't bother asking me what I do. Truth is, I don't even have a strong grasp on it these days and it's different everyday. One thing I can tell you is that we are decorating for Halloween at the college and I expect it will be a crazy week of butcher paper, masking tape, and people trying to figure out what we are doing. The front office has decided to go with a "Birds" theme - like the horror movie. It's cool but we did a major chunk of it while the bosses were out on Friday - can't wait to hear the reactions (and curse words) as they see it for the first time. Not sure if my boss will go for it but at least it was a nice distraction from the work we have been doing (yet again, nothing I can really talk about but if you read the paper you can figure it out on your own).
Here is a taste of what we have been doing to the front office at work. I am the master of making trees and birds now - who knew I had it in me to be so creative?My big news for the month is that I will be moving out in the next few weeks. The time has come and it's time to live without roommates. I have mixed emotions on the topic of flying solo, mostly I'm sad that I won't be living with Scott anymore. Scott is one of the world's nicest guys and I don't want to leave him high and dry. I have a few housing options in the city but need to make a decision this week on where I will end up by mid-November. At least that will serve as a teaser to check back on where in the world "Matthew SanDiego" is.
I will make sure to post pictures of he Halloween party and my costume. You might need to check the following link to get up to speed on who I will be: www.drhorrible.com (I won't tell you what character I am planning to be just yet - it's a surprise)
Until next time...feel free to place bets on when I will update this again. I have a feeling that JoLynn and Katie have a running wager on it. Let me know who wins.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Where has September gone?
Listlessness
Forgetfulness
Otherwise Engaged
Easily Distracted
Hurricane Ike
&
a wicked Sinus Headache with the bonus of a Tummy Ache
(hold the vomit, please)
Forgetfulness
Otherwise Engaged
Easily Distracted
Hurricane Ike
&
a wicked Sinus Headache with the bonus of a Tummy Ache
(hold the vomit, please)
These are my current reasons (aka excuses) for not posting as promised so many times before when I go a month without typing anything. The hate mail has been helpful – JL and Katie are so pleasant at reminding me of my negligence here (consider that your shout-out).
It is probably of no interest to you but for the first time in my adult life I am the only one in my family that has held their current address for more that 3 months. What do I mean by this? Well, let me tell you where in the World Carmen San Diego my family is:
Dad – floating between Missoula, Houston, & San Diego
Mom – pretty much camping in the new house in Missoula (Since 9/1)
Older sis & her family – moved from UT to C-land for podiatry school
Me – still rocking the same Utah address for almost 2 years
Lil’ Sis – moved in two blocks away from me last weekend, great addition to the social landscape & arrived just in time to escape Hurricane Ike
The younger brutha (from the same mother) & his family – relocated to Rexburg from DC/Houston
Who would have ever thought I was the “stable” one in the family?
(careful how you answer that)
It was a logistical nightmare to have so many people in flux but, as always, everything has worked out.
Random Tangents:
Music you should check out this week…
Daniel Agust
The Mollies
Garfield Mayor
Sales you should check out…
Visit J&K’s blog
http://spruance.blogspot.com
Techno-geek fixation of the week…
the new iPod nano (red or black, I can’t decide)
Mental distraction for now…
What to be for Halloween this year:
Dr. Horrible from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog
Online distraction…
The photos from people in Houston after Hurricane Ike
http://www.chron.com
Social contribution of the week…
I raised over $100 for the Utah Aids Foundation Walk for Life.
You can still contribute through their website, it’s a great cause and I didn’t see your lazy butt there – make penance by donating online.
Music you should check out this week…
Daniel Agust
The Mollies
Garfield Mayor
Sales you should check out…
Visit J&K’s blog
http://spruance.blogspot.com
Techno-geek fixation of the week…
the new iPod nano (red or black, I can’t decide)
Mental distraction for now…
What to be for Halloween this year:
Dr. Horrible from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog
Online distraction…
The photos from people in Houston after Hurricane Ike
http://www.chron.com
Social contribution of the week…
I raised over $100 for the Utah Aids Foundation Walk for Life.
You can still contribute through their website, it’s a great cause and I didn’t see your lazy butt there – make penance by donating online.
Until next time…here are some pictures from my Labor Day trip to the US Open & the Hampton's:
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