Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
For some reason, I figured that I could do the same work by myself almost as quickly when I reached my ultimate destination. Having driven 8.75 hours and eaten only beef jerky during my trip, the two hours I spent unloading were trying. And then a severe thunderstorm interupted my work. Six hours later - around midnight - I resumed my unloading. By then it was after midnight and both sets of clothes that I wore were soaked (the first from sweat, the second from sweat and precipitation).
One reason I went it alone was that I didn't want to inconvenience anyone. Screw 'dat. Next time I'm going to pull a Keith Hernandez and bug all of y'all to help me move, no matter how well I know you.
*Specifically, Petersburg. Even more specifically, my Dad's car hole.
- Sexy stews! Three fourths of them were lookers who, as the Flight of the Conchords sing, could be part-time models. Like, say, for the Target weekly newspaper insert.
- New planes. No wings falling off here.
- There's only one flight out of RIC and it's at 8 am. Ugh.
- No assigned seating. I was praying that I wouldn't get a middle seat (and I didn't, luckily).
- They charge for soft drinks. It wasn't much of an issue on my hour-long flight, but if it were any longer, I wouldn't want to plop down $2 for some carbonated sugar water.
- When you get a seat they hand you a catalog. Turns out that they sell things like watches and perfumes on the plane. Weird.
- Looks like they want their planes to resemble something out of NASCAR. The stew's "Welcome to Columbus" spiel was punctuated with an "if you would like to sponsor this message, please see a member of the flight crew." Hey, if it keeps fares down, I'm all for it. It's not like I'll yell "sell out!" if the welcome is brought to me by Chocowhip*.
Overall, it was a good experience although, as my cousin noted, the cheap seats allow for the proletariat to fly. I don't know if I like that.
And, for those that care, my streak of listening to John Wesley Harding's "Window Seat" while flying remains unbroken.
*"Chocowhip, chocolate-flavored whip topping. It's sweet and fluffy. Mmmm, Chocowhip!"
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Yes, that is the Simpsons version of me. You can make your own at the movie's site or convert a photo at Simpsonize Me (which is down at the moment).
I was going to go for the Geek Trifecta* and make this Simpsons Week at MW, but I've got too much junk to do this week, what with my trip to Columbus this weekend to bring all of my stuff back to Virginia. Maybe I'll cook something up for the week of the film's DVD release.
*Remember Zombie Week and Star Wars Week?
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Looking for a cougar?
I figured that after the critical and popular beatdown (7%!) her latest movie recieved last week she could use some positivity.
And then yesterday I got my car back. It's purring along and seems to drive like new. And I'm loving it. The only thing is that the shop had to put a new battery in, so my radio is now locked. You know I need music around me constantly*, so it's a bit annoying. But I'm back, baby.
That being said, I'm pretty confident that this will be my last Volkswagen. Sure, I love driving the Jetta (when it works), but I found out the hard way that a) its parts are expensive and b) not everyone services it**. Besides, why would I go back when there's such an awesome car as the FJ Cruiser out there?
*Playing as I type this: CCR's "Someday Never Comes"
**This last go round, the first four places that I called said that they don't work on VWs, so I had to return to my original shop.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
So, folks, I implore you, don't text me until I get a new phone (maybe this autumn). Thanks.
I'll spare you my rant about how much I find texting language and the related abbreviations annoying and a cultural regression. I'll just say that in 40 years, the State of the Union address is going to resemble something out of Idiocracy.
*I've never received said message.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Make it happen.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
The only other thing that I thought I had seen in her was Sin City (where she gets gloriously nekkid), but after I checked her IMDB page I realized that she's been in a bunch of things, including a mutliple episode story arc on "Entourage".
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
1. "Love You" - Jack Ingram
2. "You Know I'm No Good" - Amy Winehouse
3. "Feed the Tree" - Belly
4. "Everybody Knows You Cried Last Night" - The Fratellis
5. "Grace Kelly" - Mika
6. "P Control" - Prince
7. "Polkarama!" - "Weird Al" Yankovic
8. "You're Pitiful" - "Weird Al" Yankovic
9. "That's Not Me" - The Beach Boys
10. "Clocks"* - Coldplay
11. "Ladies and Gentlemen...'The Let's-Go-Out-Tonits'" - Butch Walker
12. "Bethamphetimine (Pretty Pretty)" - Butch Walker
13. "Song Without a Chorus" - Butch Walker
14. "Rich People Die Unhappy" - Butch Walker
15. "I Knew You Before" - Dustin Kensrue
16. "Sink to the Bottom" - Fountains of Wayne
17. "Hey Julie" - Fountains of Wayne
18. "Flathead" - The Fratellis
19. "Baby Fratelli" - The Fratellis
20. "God's Cop" - Happy Mondays
21. "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing" - Jack Johnson
22. "Baby's Coming Back to Me" - Jarvis Cocker
23. "LDN" - Lily Allen
24. "We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful" - Morrissey
25. "I'd Be Lonesome" - Old 97's
Not as varied as the last chart (lots of Butch Walker and the Fratellis; the latter's an especially fun summer rock record). How the heck did Belly hit #3?!
*This is the Rhythms del Mundo: Cuba version where the original vocal is used over top of new music created by members of the Buena Vista Social Club. I like.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?
Yesterday, a co-worker and I took a late-afternoon Squishee break. By now, you've probably heard of 7-Eleven turning a handful of their stores into Kwik-E-Marts. Unfortunately, I don't live near any of said stores, but at least I am subject to the Simpsons' "reverse product placement."
Unfortunately, I didn't get a jagged metal Krusty O in my box.
My bounty: a six pack of Buzz Cola, a box of Krusty O's, and Homer's favorite donut. Today I may go back for another Squishee (Woo Hoo Blue!) and get a collector's cup. I just wish they had Duff beer and Laramie cigarettes, among other things.
Those marketing people are geniuses, I tells ya.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
God bless America.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
As always, I turn to the Simpsons: "Celebrate the independence of your nation by blowing up a small part of it."
I have a tub of frozen margaritas in the freezer, so I don't know if I'll be able to make it to the fireworks.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Uncle Chuck sizes up the contestants.
Friday night's main event was the annual Biggest Roach Contest. Roaches, er Palmetto Bugs, are everywhere in Hilton Head. So, years ago we figured if you can't beat 'em, might as well use 'em for our enjoyment and the contest was born. Aunt Barb produced this year's winner, at 1 3/16" (kinda puny compared to winners of yesteryear).