Category: Random

  • Road Runner?

    Well, yesterday it was a pizza-sized hole.

    Today, it’s a miscue from another AJC writer, Phil Kloer.

    I was looking at the movie review for Ice Age II and read this:

    Scrat is the name of the adorable little prehistoric squirrel-thingie in the 2002 movie “Ice Age,” whose wordless, fruitless pursuit of a single acorn was that flick’s funniest running gag. As relentlessly inventive and doomed to failure as Road Runner [ed. emphasis], Scrat is practically Chaplinesque in the purity and futility of his quest.

    Road Runner? Wasn’t that Wile E. Coyote? I could have sworn that was the critter getting repeatedly blown up, smashed, run over, etc. Alas, I believe we have another case of someone writing for a deadline without really reading it.

    Speaking of the Coyote. I saw another spoof bumper sticker the other day. You are, I’m sure, familiar with the “W. The President” square black stickers. Then there is “F the President” which I find amusing. The new one was “W. The Coyote.” Very nice…

  • Brooklyn Bridge: Bastion of Bomb-fearers

    Little did we know but all we had to do in case of nuclear attack was go to the Brooklyn Bridge for supplies.

    I like this quote: “Also, there were cans of high-calorie crackers with instructions to consume 10,000 calories a day per person.”

    That’s a lot of crackers.

  • Happy Equinox!

    Five days ago we celebrated the Ides of March. Today we get to celebrate the our free annual trip around the sun!

    I like the solstices and equinoxes (equinoxae? equinices?) because no one has latched onto them like the Hallmark Holiday (Valentines Day) or Halloween.

    At 18:25 UTC (13:25 EST), we’ll be crossing the celestial equator and there will be much rejoicing.

  • Drug of Choice

    You know you drink too much coffee when, upon arriving at work and discovering no coffee, you jitter while it brews and then—almost orgasmically—sigh with the first sip.

    I need to detoxify.

  • High School Dream Come True

    Today, I was sent a video excerpt from a CBS news broadcast. I’m not going to post it because I’m 99.44% certain I’d be violating copyright to do so. However, you can read about the feel-good story by clicking any of the links here at Google.

    It is the story from February, 2006, of an autistic high school student who gets his chance to shine in the last basketball game of the year.

  • "They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!"

    Just in case you needed some song to stick in your head for days on end, you should check out this remixed LOTR video.

    Of course, while you’re at that site, you should glance around and see some of the other posts that entertained me:

    For example, Random Personal Picture Finder. This one can keep you amused for hours.

  • Wal*Ocaust

    I don’t really have an opinion regarding this, but I do think it’s amusing.

    Walocaust.com

  • PODS

    A PODS pod waiting for stuff to be loaded
    The astute reader will note that two-and-a-half weeks have elapsed since last I deigned to cast my thoughts into cyberspace. There are many reasons, some of which are germane, and some of which boil down to laziness. A few of the germane reasons include: busy work environment, good books to read, American Idol to watch.

    But the main reason why I haven’t been writing is because my parents are moving from Alabama to Oklahoma and I was assiting their move during the weekends. This entailed driving back and forth to Birmingham which, while not a hugely long drive, still nicely eats a good portion of your day. After getting home, I was never really in the mood to blog.

    I was compensated for my time, though: I got to annoy my little sister, eat my mother’s cooking, and I also took home with me their dining room set and one of their bedroom sets. The dining room set includes a china cabinet! so we can finally unpack and display all of our beautiful wedding china. Plus the enourmous collection of champagne flutes that we possess (people just kept giving them to us, and they are all very nice) finally get a resting place.

    To top off the moving adventure, though, was the three-day odyssey that took place last week, when Dad and I packed up two PODS for delivery to Tulsa with all of the household goods. Dad had contacted the Master’s Commission in Birmingham to help with the heavy lifting on Monday and Tuesday, and the plan was to get all of the big, weighty things into the pod (see picture above) and then to fill in around the corners and edges with everything else in order to pack up the house.

    Well, it didn’t quite work out that way. When I arrived on Tuesday evening, most of the heavy furniture was in the pod (singular at that moment) but not a whole lot else. There were couches and desks and boxes and chairs and recliners and all sorts of things scattered around that still needed to go in. I was a bit dismayed. Dad asked if I thought we needed another pod (for a total of two) and I emphatically answered yes.

    Inside a POD before we stuffed it to the gills
    Here is a good picture of what kind of space is in these things. What you see there is two dressers, a love seat, a dryer, and a cushy chair on top of one of those heavy cushioned living room chairs—There’s about equivalent room between the dressers and loveseat as between the front door and the chair.

    Wednesday we accomplished the stuffing of pod #1 as shown above. I set up a nice booby-trap for those who unpack this thing by placing a plethora of loose items behind the couch that we stood on end near the front door (Good luck to the ones who open this thing up).

    Don’t let all that open space near the front fool you! That pod is absolutely jam packed as far as we could manage it; floor to ceiling, side to side. Dad told me that he was unpacking boxes on Monday and Tuesday just to have items to place inside other items. And it’s all going to have to come out in reverse order to avoid any catastrophes (again, good luck to the ones who open this up).

    We got up early again on Thursday and started working on pod #2, starting from the almost-empty state you see above in the second picture. Today was more challenging because we had left a great deal of weird-shaped items: all of the dining room chairs, several cushy seats, a work bench, the lawnmower and rototiller, an evil three-in-one end table (it’s evil because it hit me on the head twice), the table saw, plus all the odds and ends that get left to the end of a project like this one. After many trials, heartache, sacrifice, and sweat, we ended up with pod #2 packed and ready to go.
    The finished product.  POD #2 packed and ready to close.

    This left Friday to bag up all of the things that weren’t going to make the move and cart them to the dump, plus depositing a sizable amount of porch furniture, ladders, etc., in the neighbor’s yard, covered by a tarp, for pickup by Dad in two weeks on his way to Tulsa.

    Woo! It was a busy few days and I’m glad they are over. The house is now in possession of its new owner and all is well. Too bad the parents are moving farther away, but now I can visit two sets of relatives every time I go to Tulsa.
    The first POD being picked up by its truck for delivery to a storage location
    In case you’ve never seen them in action before, here is a picture of the pod being picked up by its truck. It’s a cool system and I would consider it for a move under certain circumstances. If you’re moving a house, you definitely must be willing to spend the time to pack the thing well, and I guarantee that your items will take up more space then you think. The PODS website says you should be able to fit a 1500 square foot home into a 16 foot pod (what we had) but I’m not so sure. You could probably do that if you make the assumption that you have minimal garage or shop items, and few outdoor things to toss in there. The square footage needs to take into account the size of your exterior investment. My parents, with a pool house and several other large exterior accoutrements, defintely did not fit into that category.

    I figure that roughly 60 person-hours of work went into packing the two pods, and that does not include the time spent packing the items to go into the pods. So, keep that in mind if you contemplate this adventure for yourself.

  • Cheney: Inmate 3392209

    So, what happens if the man who was accidentally shot by Vice President Cheney dies of his injuries? Will Cheney be faced with a reckless homicide or involuntary manslaughter charge?

    Shotgun-gate!

  • "Forced To Resign"

    I was reading a NY Times article today concerning the difficulties Harvard’s President is having with his Faculty. Sounds like they are having fun up in Cambridge.

    However, that’s not the point of today’s random rambling. Inside the article was this phrase.

    “Some faculty members also say they would like the university’s governing board, the Harvard Corporation, to force Mr. Summers to resign.

    It gotten me to thinkin’. What is the difference between being “forced to resign” and being “fired like the scum you are?”

    Well, actually, even I think that comment a bit flippant. I realize the difference in the above example is usually a matter of politics (“You are not toeing my line!”) rather than ability (“You said that this bridge would only need one beam, and now five people are road pizza!”), but the phrase itself is one of those passive phrases such as “mistakes were made” that gets bandied around so much, all of its meaning is buried in the subtext.

    A google search for the phrase “Forced to Resign” returns about 1.15 million hits as of today (2/14/06). That’s a lot of hits, and I obviously did not read each one, but a quick perusal of the first few pages shows that the top-counted hits are all related to corporate and/or political infighting. No one is “forced to resign” from McDonalds. They just fire you.

    In the example that started this blog, of the Harvard University President, does it really make any difference whether or not the board “forces him to resign” or sends him a Donald-gram (“You’re fired!”)? The outcome is the same; everyone knows what happened; obviously news organs will cover it and no one will seriously believe he stepped down of his own accord (if this takes place of course. All strictly hypothetical).

    So let’s not bandy around the bullshit. If your boss asks you to resign, you’ve been fired, end of story.