This week I’m working out at Microsoft with Dean doing tuneups on MS employee’s”s’s bikes. Last night Dean sends me a txt msg saying something like, “Get ready for a bonkers week and bring your iPod.” By Dean’s own admission, he has a pretty mainstream selection of tunes on his mp3 player, so he asked me (as if he had to, I’m a bit of a music-nazi) to bring something interesting to listen to. I spent an hour or two getting 4gigs loaded onto my iPod so that we could have something for our ears to do while wrenching under a tent in the rain. Which we did. For about 4 hrs until my battery died. At which point Dean plugged his mp3 player in until the battery for his speaker unit died. And then we were on our own.
OH SHIT!
I said to Dean, “Well, we were listening to something decent, so at least THAT’S what will be stuck in my head the rest of the day.”
WRONG!
Pretty soon I was hearing John Denver songs in my head. And shortly thereafter, I was coming up with my own dirty lyrics to his songs. And then I was singing dirty lyrics to John Denver AND Neil Diamond songs. After that, it was Abba.
Where does that shit come from?
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As I learn the ins and outs of WordPress’s”s”s’s's’ss’ protocols, I realize that I must change the controls that are in place concerning the overall look and feel of the site. I left the rules in place that in order to post a comment, you must have your own website and provide the URL. Well… I’ve had 3 different folks post comments to my emails, and I gotta say that the way they have bypassed protocol has been hilarious.
My sister posted, and when I was alerted to it, I noticed (I was puzzled at the time) that her website/URL was aintgotone.com. I’m into music and I play the guitar, so my first reaction was that it was Ain’t Go Tone. Nope. Nanny and a website? Ain’t Got One. Nice. Good going…
Then tonight I notice a comment by a dude whose URL is snotlocker.com. I immediately recognized all other pieces of the puzzle, so I let that comment through, but…this shit is too inspectro-intensive (new term I just made up), so I just loosened the rules a bit. We’ll see how that goes.
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I posted a couple days ago about playing old school video games with Whitfield and his kids. Dave and I were letting Alex and Tyson play Gauntlet when the funniest thing happened. The kids are playing and Gauntlet is a game where your character can throw projectiles at the enemy characters, so at one point Tyson is making his character run at a bad guy and for some reason the bad guy ran the other direction. Tyson (who is 3 or so) yells without taking his eyes from the TV, “Yeah, that guy didn’t want none of Tyson!”
Are you fukn kidding me, did he just say that?
Actually, that’s not entirely out of character. One time at Thanksgiving dinner, we were talking about what time of day each of us was born. Dave got a freaky look in his eye and said, “I know EXACTLY what time I was born!” Anna (his wife) then looked at him all exasperated, and said, “I guarantee you weren’t born at Go Time.”
So you see, like father, like son.
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