Tami's getting a new stove today to replace her old and busted avocado-green, one burner working, broken handle of a stove.
Tami has a cat named Tuff, who loves bouncey balls more than whatever cat deity she prays(or doesn't pray) to.
Tuff loves to bat them about, and eventually lose them under furniture or the stove. This has been going on for years.
Well, last night, we decided to go ahead and clean out from underneath the stove in preparation for the repair guys to deliever the new appliance.
We retrieved about 20 toy mice and 76 bouncey balls from underneath the stove.
76. We took pictures. Kinda scary.
Just some funny thoughts my friends and I came up with during my second viewing Sunday afternoon:
Marieke: "Anakin changed his name to Vader to get out of paying child support."
Senator Organa: ~"We've always wanted a daughter in our family."
Obi-Wan Kenobi: "...and what of the boy?"
Jeff: "Put him on a moisture farm on some dustball planet for all I care..."
Tami: "So, if 'Sith happens', and if Sith is an anagram/analog for shit, does this mean that the movie is all about the 'Revenge of the shit?'"
I have learned a new word today from trying to get my intel 2915ABG wireless adapter to work with Red Hat Enterprise Linux Workstation 3.95.
Main entry: netNOTworking
Function: adjective
1: a network entity or system of entities that is inactive or malfunctioning. < Jeff's laptop came equipped with wireless netNOTworking at no additional cost >
Ewan McGregor, Samuel L. Jackson, Frank Oz, the rest of the SW gang
Directed by: The ol' Ewok himself.
Rating: 3.7/4.0
As part of my birthday gift to myself, I went to see SWIII at Carmike. And as birthday presents go, this one was pretty dern good.
There are some cheeseball scenes and moments, but overall, the dialogue has improved a lot(esp. with Obi-wan), the action is the best in the trilogy and in the running for best overall.
As a lot of the early reviews have said, this one will tug at the heartstrings of fans, watching Anakin complete his turn to the dark side. And the scene where they decide where the kids go just shows how much of the short end of the stick Luke starts out on. Sigh, if I had found out my sister's adopted father said what he said, I wouldn't shed a tear when their planet turns to doggy chow.
Today, I'm 28, and to be honest, I haven't felt this good in a long time. Thank you everyone!
The Ultimate Drive was truly a great experience!
In partnership with the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, BMW organizes an annual event, The Ultimate DriveŽ, to raise money for breast cancer research and outreach programs. Choose a vehicle, take it for a drive, and we'll donate $1 per mile on your behalf to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, our partner in raising over $8 million for research in the past eight years.
We started out at Crown BMW with signing a waiver("if I steal it, you know where I live, if I wreck it, etc. etc."), and signing the BMW signature car. Then we had a choice of most any BMW they had to drive. We took the 330CI since that was closest to what I was comfortable with(that and there was a line for the 645)..
Some cars have very sensitive throttles, where a little press of the pedal puts you into 40mph and in the backseat of whoever you're in front of. Others take a gratuitous stomp, a court order, and a waiting period in order to get to 60.
Driving the 330Ci, you feel in control the entire time, rather than just hanging on. The acceleration is so smooth, you won't even notice passing 100 until you happen to look down at the spedometer. The engine has a deep throaty growl similar to some of those rice rockets. The brakes are fucking huge and I can easily do a u-turn on a two-lane without going wide in the turn. The steering and acceleration is very linear, putting the car exactly where you want it at how fast you want it to go, no more, no less.
Too bad the car couldn't read the directions better than we could. In our defense, no one told us that the miles were cumulative rather leg-distance. The course ran from wendover to 40W to 68N to Market St. to Norwalk back to wendover. Sounds easy if you see the signs and are not having so much fun blowing past old farts and trust fund babies.
We kept on 68N, well past our exit, into Oak Ridge. "Wait a sec, Oak Ridge is too small to have a Main St. let alone Market!" So I pull a U-ie right when Mike beeps in to ask how things are going.
"It's going great! We're lost and I'm loving it!" So we head back, only to realize that we missed the exit again coming back and have to drive two intersections past the I40 overpass to turn around again. This time we hit the exit and continue on the rest of the course. We came in with 27 miles on the odometer rather than the 13.3 we were supposed to have and no one said a damn word to us.
In case you haven't noticed, I love driving and I love driving these cars. It's a great experience for a great cause, although Tami was quick to point out that while we were "driving to cure one cancer, we're causing countless others with the carcinogens we're pumping in the air."
"Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh.... You're ruining the moment."
I read the article in Wired about podcasting and have downloaded podcasts from Adam Curry's Daily Source Code (Quite well done) and shudder Paris Hilton's podcast on the premiere of House of Wax. Curry has been a big proponent of Podcasting and his shows are surprisingly more technically-savvy and entertaining than my preconcieved comparison to college radio.
Paris Hilton's, on the other hand, makes junior-high cheerleader chatter sound like the McLaughlin group. I shouldn't be so harsh for a (I'm assuming) first-time podcaster. For someone with the mental (and physical) maturity of a 12-year old who's famous for what she's done with her parents' money, I guess she could have faired worse. Hers was only 6 minutes long, but go with me on this one and stick to Adam Curry's Daily Source Code.
Summer's around the corner. I guess I should clean up some broken links and think about sprucing up the blog a little bit.
Nah...