Clear Lake Reflections: fun stuff Archives

We've All Been There - Waiting for Someone to Get the Hell Up

You are a house guest and you wake up before anyone else. "The Onion" speaks truth, my friends.

You must lie there until you sense movement from somebody who actually lives in the house.

Unless you are visiting parents. Then of course you get up, but quietly. Then you can check out last night's leftovers or possibly turn on the TV, except you don't quite know their remote control and you know that if you turn on that TV, the volume will be too loud and you won't be able to mute it or turn it down before they hear you and wonder at your presumptuousness for getting up before them in the first place.

Better to just lie there on the couch until these people who sleep incredibly late finally make noise.

These are the longest moments of your life.

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Save Ferris!

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Do You Realize How Good Celine Is?

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Jennifer Warnes Revisited

I know it's kind of sappy, but on a Saturday when a lot is going wrong and right with the world, I like remembering snippets. Maybe somebody out there will remember this quiet piece of music.

Or possibly you will be under thirty and hear it for the first time in your kitchen or bedroom or just wandering about your house.

But I'm wondering, does she have a headache or what?

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"Dave" is Not Here!

Dave.mp3

<-- This never fails to crack me up.

And to all my policeman friends out there (you know who you are) - I have nothing to do with illegal drugs.

It is just funny, and I'd be surprised if Cheech and Chong were not a staple behind the scenes of "Cops."

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Glossy Paperbacks are my Downfall

<-- okay I really did not need this book, but I bought it anyway.

Why?

Because it's a pretty, glossy, heavy in hand, substantial art form - despite the lame dude on the cover.

Okay, he's not lame, but I would prefer some tech-savvy woman like Sandra Bullock instead of this guy who looks like his day job is serving lattes at Starbucks.

Scroll down.

Notice anything in particular about this crowd? ------>>>>>>>>>>

They are all YOUNG.

Very young.

As if they know everything.

Well, they are geniuses, of course.

I was a young genius once. Remember "Pong" and "Centipedes?"

And what's with all the black attire? Is that cool now?

Note girls outnumber guys in genius-ville. It always happens. Country lanes. City streets. Girls always have a magic mouse touch.

The point of this whole diatribe is to declare that I'm a sucker for polished paperbacks. They feel good to buy. They feel excellent and heavy and literary.

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Blog Spam

I am not sure, but the following comment, attempted to be placed on this blog, might be spam:

"I harmonise with your stand and will decidedly read your emerging
articles"

So what do you think? Legitimate person, or some dull cluck in Norway locked upstairs with his computer because mom and dad have grounded him for the duration of Scandinavian winter?

They somehow get through the commenting process on Movable Type. Probably the same with BlogSpot, WordPress, all of em.

Another clue for spam is when the comment surfaces about some subject many moons ago, well beyond author recall. One wonders if that article popped up on a random Google search.

Isn't it fun to think one of your forgettable "articles" pops up on a random Google search?

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Christine McVie

Christine McVie deserves more recognition.

We all know how good (and weird) Stevie Nicks is, but come on, Christine had bad luck of coming in second behind the strange one.

Both sang their hearts out for years.

I grew up with them.

I love Christine McVie. I want to give her props.

Also, this song, "Little Lies," was misunderstood by my girlfriend's son at the time in mid-80's.

"Tell me sweet little eyes."

As a father figure, I told the kid,

"someday you will grow up to not understand."

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Emerson Reprise

Not so long ago. Thanks iMovie for helping me pull this together.

One of the few times dude would sit still for over twenty seconds.

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Weather, or Revelations?

<--- Enthusiasm

I think he likes his job, and wonder how he would have done in the middle ages.

I don't think I'll move to Baltimore. I'm sure the city is quite nice, having somewhat renovated its image in recent years. But maybe I'll stick with hurricane threats in H-Town.

By the way, loyalty such as my own to live in a particular place does not mollify certain property insurance carriers.

That being said, enjoy your terror on the east coast. If you are going to die from the blizzard, might as well let the TV weatherman melt down (so to speak) on the air.

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She Owns Her Own Mr. Softie Ice Cream Truck

<-- for some reason, this hilarious film reminds me of me, if I would ever visit New York City.

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Top of the World

I miss Karen Carpenter.

<--- so beautiful.

I am very happy right now, world, and hope to the bottom of my heart you find your dreams and cherish them before your eyes.

Life is not a dress rehearsal, but what takes place while you make other plans.

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Kelly Clarkson Inspiration

Sometimes YouTube is too humorous to ignore. Such as MYTOECOLD. At first glance, when you review MYTOECOLD's repertoire of accomplishment, you might think the girl has no life. But that would be after you crawled up from the floor after laughing yourself silly.

This chick is so funny, I want to buy her breakfast at iHop. So without any further adieu.

<--- MYTOECOLD

Ya know, we all wanna be stars.

We all wanna be super stars in our heart of hearts, parodying the world, or even winners of America's Greatest Talent show, or whatever spurred Kelly Clarkson to fame.

Learn, ladies and gentlemen. Learn.

Here is the song from the real Kelly Clarkson that MYTOECOLD repeats on her iPod, trying to suck out inner meaning from the lyrics:

<---- She is so cute in this video

Cannot remember if Simon was mean to her or not.

I am sure she remembers his birthday, though.

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What Gets You Through Thursday

<--- This woman looks like the girl who forgot to reboot the IT network last night.

We can all see how torn up she is about it.

May your third Thursday slurp be your second to last.

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What Day is it?

This is always a weird week before Christmas, especially if you wasted vacation time throughout the year to the point where you remain one of the unlucky 25% who need to show up at the office.

If you are hosting or visiting relatives this year (I hope one or the other!), now is the time to realize that the pristine house of last week no longer is, or you still need to visit Walmart for travel bag items.

My Christmas gift may be a pregnant cat who likes to sleep on my back porch. Almost sure nobody owns it, but it looks fat as well as preggers, so somebody is feeding. If she has kittens in that chair over the holiday in freezing weather, God help us all. I really don't want to deal with that. Hasn't anyone explained birth control to cats?

Happy Tuesday world, if indeed that is the correct label for today. I have no clue and don't believe everything I read.

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Hi - This is my Blog

Dear world,

This is my blog and I'm keeping it.

I know it's not literally literary, but a gem or two might be stumbled upon.

Despite Facebook, and that confounding "twitter" thing, I'm going to keep the Reflections because I paid Movable Type mucho dinero for setting it up in the first place, and Fluid Hosting serves as a great webhost.

I guess the latest news about me is I'm ready for Christmas, so will post links to favorites along that line. Don't ask me why I spent $29.99 for "It's a Wonderful Life."

on Blue Ray. Limits to B&W high fidelity. I won't watch the colorized version.

George Bailey, it is all so simple. Listen to me with your good ear.

If you piss off Donna Reed and are a piece of plastic that goes round and round to scrape out tinny music - you are in danger of being broken.

I hope everyone out there has a safe and Merry Christmas.

Notice I did not say, "happy holiday," because I am not politically correct.

The reason for the season is Jesus Christ.

I share his redeeming love with you, into next day, next year, and the rest of your life. :)

Creechman

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Someday

I love running across sensational songs and wish to pay it forward.

Thank you Kathy Howe.

Never heard about Rob Thomas before. The guy has pipes.

The theme of this piece of music strikes a chord with my mood.

Someday, indeed.

I highly recommend downloading this track on iTunes. Then blast it out of your car window Monday while singing at the top of your lungs.

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60's Song Angels

Petula Clark.

In a fun war of "who was cool from 60's," I just won.

The other girl said, "bye, gotta go - because her nominee could not compete."

I say, it snowed in Houston today, and I have the primary 60's girl in my pocket, and nobody can top her.

How can you lose?

The lights are much brighter there,

You can forget all your troubles, forget all your care,

and go

DOWNTOWN, things will be great.

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Snow

Houston.

It's like the whole city shuts down for a few wet flakes.

Any excuse for a Friday.

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Cute Kitties

I'm mostly a dog guy, but some things are too cute not to love.

Here is a short kitty re-Twit from Twitter.

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What is Her Number?

Who is this chick with cat eyes?

Her number is only divisible by itself and one.

Prime candidate for a brilliant surgeon.

Prime candidate for emotional turmoil.

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Joanna Quits (again) Not Enough Flair

<--- girl can't seem to get enough flair.

Not like your pretty boy, Brian.

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"House" on Fox

A little late to the game, but this guy (mom was a realtor?) is quite amusing.

As for girl with cat eyes.

One might be dismayed to find out she is bi-sexual.

Can't get enough of both things, and brilliant surgeon.

I'm going to have to let political correctness slide just this once.

Plus, her name is "Thirteen."

What were her parents thinking, prime number?

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ABBA Comes out of Nowhere

Just "a high school song."

Then why, as I approach age 24,356, do these guys still hang around?

Facebook.

Must be Facebook.

Old people trying to let young people in on something.

Shhhssss. Can' t reveal.

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Hello World

"Hello World" is the first C++ program they give you.

After that, pure classes and objects and misdirected assignments any high schooler can perform, which is why we should not attempt the I/O.

My bags are packed for Thanksgiving road trip. You all take care, and not too soon to revisit:

Natalie from "Love, Actually."

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Confessional

I knew eventually my mid-life crisis would smack me between the eyes, wondering only the form of which sign would push me over the edge.

Now I know.

Is it seeing a 48 year-old staring back in the mirror? Nope.

Hair loss? Don't make me laugh.

Tendency to go to bed before 8PM? (now that is actually a possibility, but no)

Career angst over future of NASA? Rumors, all rumors.

None of the above even come close to the fact that a one-time thing turned into a sometimes thing has turned into a ritual every night.

I'm sleeping with the bedroom closet light on. Because you know it gets really dark at night, and the soft glow from across the master bath is ... comforting in a way. Not to mention far fewer shin bruises.

I can't keep it to myself anymore. I am a broken man. Creechman has a night light.

Oh, the shame.

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I'm a Klepto and Spock's Mom

Winona Ryder.

Sue her.

What most men in America can agree on is this jail bird's IQ is not exactly Jodie Foster, and therefore we all feel superior and invincible.

I must admit, watching the new Trek film, I did not even realize Spock's mom was the same girl who not only stole finger gloves from Macy's but danced around that weird Beetlejuice House.

rock it pretty girl.

Are her boobs starting to drag, or is that just an awkward position?

<-- scary on so many levels

Not Winona, the other woman from circa-1967 as Spock's mom. Yikes.

<-- still eye shadow a bit much, don't you think?

Truth is, Geena Davis, Jodie Foster, Sharon Stone - all those certified Mensa women?

Nothing to worry about.

<-- car? who parked what car? Hey, did you drive me over here?

Pretty lights.

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Zoe Saldana

You talk about one hot chick, and I have talked about them and will continue.

But this one is so cool.

She is amazing. Zoe, a nobody in the guts of the Enterprise wannabes, then got lifted up.

I have watched "Star Trek" on Blue Ray about five times. It is so good.

O'hura had a thing for Spock. That kind of disses Nurse Chapel from the original series, but boo-hoo.

Kirk lost this jewel to Spock. Get over it.

No Yeomand Rand in the new movie either, probably because she was about ten years old and this film rated PG-13.

Plausible denial all major characters in charge of multi-trillion dollar's worth of Star Fleet hardware - all cannot fathom their twenty-fifth birthday.

It is their world now, and I forget my Yahoo password yet again.

I can hold my own with the boys.

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Honeywell F300 Electronic Air Cleaner

You know you want one.

Come on over. We'll breathe clean air.

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Boredom Personified

Once upon a time, a man was bored.

In "Breakfast Club" vernacular, one does is not born bored, but strives to achieve boredom waiting for contractors to make noise in the attic replacing A/C ducts.

It is almost as exciting as it sounds.

Talk to me, world. I beg you.

<-- I am a dog person.

The fact I plopped in a bored cat should convey the degree of my absolute boredom and boringness.

Oh sure, sometimes I move to the kitchen or look out the front window for the truck which will never come.

Sometimes I start to read other blogs, then I get really bored.

It's just all pretty boring.

Save me Facebook.

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Pride and Prejudice on Blue Ray

Jennifer Ehle, in high definition. The amazing thing about her is she has actually read the book in her hand.

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Is Reese Witherspoon Everywhere or What?

A little catalog from Avon, which I might have been dimly aware of most of my life, now shows up everywhere.

Office space coffee counters.

Door knobs.

Okay Reese. We get it. You are beautiful.

I knew she was going to be a star while on a trans-Atlantic plane flight, 1991, "Man in the Moon." I think she was fourteen.

Then my plane landed, my Amsterdam hotel staff held me waiting five hours, Reese went on to star in stuff and magically now has created a new perfume I am wondering if any of you ladies have tried.

Gabriela Sabatini travelled this sensuous olfactory road herself a few years back in Argentina.

Oh Reese, why is it whenever I see you, I crave peanut butter cups?

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YouTube Viewers Astonish Me

Anne Heche just moved ahead of my classic "Annie Hall" snippet.

Okay, okay - so Woody and Diane actually acted the scene, but the world would never have seen it without pedestrian assistance.

What's funny about the Anne Heche clip below, with 29,050 views and counting, is that the music used to be Rod Stewart's "Downtown Train," which once upon a time moved nicely through the act of my Mac's iMovie creation.

**** COPYRIGHT VIOLATION CREECHMAN ***

They nailed me. Not the first time either. I have literally had gorgeous masterpieces of plagiarism ripped away from a non-adoring public, and for what crime? Not like I am making a dollar on a hot dog here.

Thank you very much, Mr. Production Studio.

So anyway (btw - "anyway" is a favorite line lately everywhere. Have you noticed?)

Anyway, rather than be sued or sent to prison, I altered Anne's background music to the tune of a cool synthesized number..

One last piece of eye candy before heading to Home Depot.

Don't tell me Jamie Lee Curtis is broken-hearted.

If she couldn't kill that Jason dude and save us all from painful sequels, then she deserves babysitter "below minimum wage" money.

All glory is fleeting.

I forget who said that, but he was probably famous.

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"I'm Alive" no Easy Feat

Life getting you down?

How about a non-sequitur post?

Begins with Darwin, and how clever he is and is not about weeding out stupid behavior.

So unoriginal.

Don't be lost. Be found. Like the cat.

Holly GoLightly IS the cat and that is Truman Capote's great gift to the world.

I lost my little dog last week. And it has been hard. I appreciate the support.

But from first eyes opening to last eyes closing, we dogs and cats are not lost in the rain.

There must be something high above us to make us in the first place.

And I think the final scene from "Breakfast at Tiffany's" expresses it all.

Lost cats in the rain we may all be, but sometimes saved.

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"Avatar"

This is going to be so cool.

I cannot wait.

"Terminator" was nothing.

"Titanic" was, okay, something.

But this, this.... in a world collapsing around us, the idea of becoming someone else in virtual reality.

Fill in the blank otherwise known as two weeks in a row of disappointing "Survivor."

"Avatar" looks like the next biggest thing since "Lord of the Rings."

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Boo!

<-- Remember when things were really scary?

After all these years, I think Jamie Lee Curtis could have used an iPhone.

Maybe it's just me, but the GPS and IM and Twitter might have assuaged her helpless prattles around the house.

What nobody says about this movie is the cheap, cheap wage Jamie Lee earned as a babysitter - $3.50/hour?

Just a guess.

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Why I Do Not Live in New York City

Although we all secretly wish to, if we could afford an apartment on the upper East Side, or steal a night with an artist in SoHo.

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How I Feel about Flair

Sometimes you wear flair.

Sometimes you post flair on a cubicle wall.

Most of the time, you really hate flair.

Especially the kind which is thanking your for service.

That flair is different from ordinary flair, ordinary fare flair invented to make customers uncomfortable.

I am speaking of flair as badges of honor, Byzantine icons of appreciation, well-meant in deliverance, but really, what am I supposed to do with this junket?

Ridiculousness of flair appears not only upon uniform of a cute waitress, much less on pretty boy, Stan.

I say, keep Byzantine perks of plastic in Turkey. No icons needed here.

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"Evolution"

As I wake up this morning, struggling to convince myself it is not Monday, to my utter shock I am correct. If the TV onscreen guide says it is Sunday, if the computer agrees, then unless the entire internet is involved in collusion or run by a cabal - I trust to not be late to the office.

I happened to flip on HBO while waiting for instant coffee to dissolve, and stumbled upon a movie I had never heard of, "Evolution."

Comedy, Sci-fi farce with a bunch of big stars. It is so awful that I find myself liking it, in a Caddyshack sort of way. Orlando Bloom Jones has got to be one of the funniest people on earth.

Check it out sometime and tell me if it appeals to other warped senses of humor such as the one God gave me.

Here are some memorable quotes to whet your appetite.

This was made in 2001? How did that get past me? But then again, "Earth Girls are Easy"

escaped my attention for several years way back in the day.

My whole life is one long series of catching up. On the positive side, I enjoy finding novelty every time my head turns this way or that.

*Ding* goes the microwave, which means coffee preparation is ready for consumption.

Have a great day. Perfect weather in Houston, finally. Glorious.

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Dallas Cowboys Squeak By

I was searching for a song that expresses my angst with the horrible cast of characters known as the Dallas Cowboys.

Crystal Gayle is on break (plus she lives in Tennessee)

So you wander around, wondering if you will find an amateur to give credit to Crystal's song and Pathos that is the Dallas Cowboys,

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We Built This City

Waltz with me down memory lane in H-Town, deluding cool temperatures.

Just ventured outside. Canadian air refreshing.

Reminds me of a tourist on short vacation: coolness.

Of course I am always cool, but eight months of humidity has drawbacks.

I work with a bunch of norther relocators who say, " damn, I don't need any more snow balls in my life."

I say to them, "ahem, shut up."

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Disastrous Movie about Disaster? 2012

Obviously these critics

were spared from watching the Dallas Cowboys blunder away another game yesterday.

Let's hope this movie is not as bad as they say it is.

I like my apocalypses with popcorn and dots, anything to take mind off what was my 401K.

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During Clear Rain, You Can See Non-Forever

<-- this girl stole my umbrella.

Someone should tell her about tides.

I don't mind rain. Any excuse to quaff cracked concrete.

World wonders, "did Creechman ever find his glasses?"

Yes I did.

Then immediately succeeded in losing them again.

Oh, I can make do. Squinting not overrated.

Suburban charms beckon.

And that is really the end of this insightful story.

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You Can't Have Too Many of These

Is it not refreshing to take ten seconds, open up the cabinet under the sink, remove shrink wrap, and plop a fresh sponge next to the spray handle thing?

Bachelor's delight. Mom would be impressed I am not using the same sponge from April.

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The Sims 3 + New TV

Am I overboard? Just talked to mom a few hours ago. She sounded fine.

These games and puerile living room interests ignore my Mac's responsibilities.

It looks so cool, however, on a 55 inch flatscreen.

Thank you Samsung.,

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Milla Jojovic is not all that

This is what happens when you suggest Taco Bell for a date. Or at least the second date. Because the first date, it's all casual and "hey, how is your dog?"

But the second date, when you take a girl away from her iPhone...

Then you miraculously live.

Subject comes up, do you want children?

Apparently, yes.

"Didn't you know that Mark?"

"Um, no."

"It is really not that bad, bringing a child into this universe, if you abjure sleep."

"If I abjure, what am I? To abjure?"

"The thing that makes me want to kickbox men is their total lack of vocabulary."

"Right, I know what you mean."

I don't know what the big deal is. She has ZERO breasts.

That should give hope to many, yes the many women standing in line, whom after they have secured self-worth, feel it permissible to plant a bomb in my car engine.

I spent $69.99 on "Resident Evil" trilogy. If that is not baseless, bra-less love, with torridly horrid special effects, I don't know what is.

<- Victoria's Secret's deal was to grow into a "B" size. Wrong.

<- No big deal. Not like you have good eyes or anything resembling current waitresses at "Pei-Wei."

<- Tell me the last woman whose eyebrows were her own? Those are natural, right?

<-- Speaking six languages well is hardly worth comparing to three poorly, if you count the blackmailed college teacher.

Emerson! Where is that Blu-Ray DVD Trilogy? Not this again.

<-- "The Fifth Element."

Resident....non-evil (Creechman soundtrack)

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Lauren's Perennial Screen Test

All right, all right.

You know me, I am a sap, dusting over old movies, sifting magazines and those archaic plastic coasters formerly called "DVDs."

Waiting on FedeX guy supposed to be here by 7PM.

Hello? 7:30PM?

Meanwhile, Lauren BaCall has got the look.

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My DVR is Flipping Out

Not really.

DVRs do not seriously "flip out."

It is a machine without emotions. It cares little about whether the Dallas Cowboys won or the Houston Texans lost, Federer's great shot between the legs, Serena Williams' meltdown.

All the same to the machine.

I, however, am not a machine.

I am here to confess myself to being a product of superior genetic accident, the only fathomable reason to be up and around prior to 5AM on a Monday morning.

Oh sure, it is 5:40AM NOW.

Even the moon stared down at me while I took the dog outside.

Yes, moon glared down at a solitary figure surmising his moon shadow in silent disdain and there I just committed another unforgivable sin of verbal ambiguity which explains why I fail to write for a living.

Yes, the solitary figure under the moon slurped coffee in between exchanging quizzical stares with a dog who would much rather have remained on the bed in a posture I assume he will adopt for the next ten hours or so while his master rids his chin of hair that won't grow on his head and struggles to remember his passwords.

Cubicle, Dilbert.

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Netbooks

I highly encourage picking up one of these. Not necessarily the cat, but a "netbook," most of which fall under $500.

You can use them for mundane internet tasks like surfing for more netbooks, or running a Dog Cam.

Emerson back to his day job.

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Have a Great Labor Day Weekend

Football season!

Cool weather (yeah, right).

Another four weeks or so before I utter these non-immortal words, "won't this month ever end?"

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Roger Beat Up a Poor Little Rich Kid Today

The 18 year-old kid, American Devon Britton threw his John McEnroe sandles at the guy.

Roger Federer is so good, not even funny.

Here you go dude - and congratulations on making Mirka an honest woman and your ascent into fatherhood. :)

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The Sims 3

I bought this game on a whim, thinking it ridiculously overpriced.

Awesome!

You might even forget to eat or go to work.

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My Least Visited YouTube Clip

40 views in ten months.

This actually surprises me, because "After Hours" is a darned funny movie. I can see myself in this poor dude's situation, which is why I seldom visit Soho.

I have posted 34 videos on YouTube. This is the overlooked, red-headed stepchild of them all.

Therefore, of course - shamelessly promoting my ability to violate dozens of copyright statutes.

What else am I to do on a Monday, a work day for most serious human beings, a school day for most serious adolescents? Hey, I needed it. And we've got tennis later.

So now, I give you Paul before his "road to Damascus" moment of revelation.

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Gotta Love the Sims

The Sims 3.

If you start playing one of these games...

Looks cool though.

Kelly Clarkson's Sim says her life would suck without me.

I know.

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Dark in the Morning

Every day now, the sun takes just a little bit longer to rise in the sky. Still dark at 6:30AM. Flash lightning and the reverberations of thunder. Deep booms approaching.

I think the kids go back to school either today or tomorrow. Summer vacation is over guys. I loved that first day back to school. Remember how nervous you were the first day of high school, what a big deal it was? Then by the time you were a junior and saw the same fear-struck face on a freshman girl on the school bus - you were so wise?

Now it is all different with a job. I am certain nobody can peel beneath the veneer of my fear-struck face at the office.

All a ruse, really.

I'm a deep planner aiming at no specific goal, and that takes a mixture of talent and fervent dedication.

All right, all right - I'm going.

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Top Five "Prettiest Women of all Time"

Here is the girl a young Buce Willis does not know what to do with, an amazing woman, Cybill Shepherd - number THREE on the top five countdown.

You can swallow that margarita now.

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Tween Times

Hey guys, happy Sunday!

Ever feel like you sit atop a "tween times" motor-scooter, surfing the present moment in between what went before and might come after?

Change is in the air. Oldest nephew escorted to college today by parents whose memories flash back to a three year-old boy playing with a garden hose in a french courtyard.

All over the country, peers sending sons and daughters off to learn things and save the world while we put a smiling face on replacing that garbage disposal.

I recently turned forty-eight. Visit a score each way. The hubris of twenty-eight compared to far non-entrenched opinions of a future sixty-eight. Being in the middle is the best. I'm wiser than my youth and more energetic than doddering.

A time of life to enjoy, if you can keep a paycheck and marvel at an adorable dog, who at age 15 (human years) with a heart condition and thinning fur (I hear ya bud) remains ever perky and living the life of dingo bones, complete with internet camera.

"Emerson Cam" has made hi-tech strides. You can now click live video or switch between two cameras. Number 1 is day bed, overlooking driveway. Number 2, water/food dish.

Try it next week when you are driven to distraction, yearning for serenity of the soul. Emerson will be there to comfort you.

http://www.easyfreewebcam.com/cam/creechman48/

Sunday test mode now, but Monday we resume live sleep action.

Immensely enjoying new book, "Heaping Spoonful" by Shauna Glenn.

Girl somehow found a way with her writing to express an insightful story with clarity, warmth, charm, and humor.

You try writing an entire book in first person. Not easy to avoid sounding like a diary.

She succeeds. Technique worth emulating, but only if you can do it well, because a number of other modern-day authors leap on that pony without a saddle and get quietly carried beneath low tree branches.

<--- her fun blog is linked to this picture.

List of short stories behind what I consider the perfect thinking pose.

Notice the wine.

I can't remember what kind it is, but Shauna is a big believer in the power of fragrant muse.

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Top Five "Prettiest Women of All Time"

Coming in at number four, Teri Garr.

Entire scope of her life, beauty, humor, and dignity.

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Top Five "Prettiest Women of All Time"

In response to an interesting question on Facebook, let the countdown begin.

We can talk about string theory and quantum mechanics later, when I am more certain about uncertainty.

Coming in with a bolt of lightning at number five - Lauren Bacall.

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Kirsten Dunst

She's got legs.

Also, she was on

Ellen.

And beside all that, girl has an impressive IQ. We are talking Jodie Foster, 150+ territory.

Back to your original programming.

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Natalie

<--- this clip is the biggest YouTube hit I have ever had.

Christmas movie.

Remember when weather was actually cold? Snowflakes? Jimmy Stewart contemplating river diving techniques?

I cannot talk over the dehumidifier groaning on and on upstairs.

Rumors of Autumn are fables.

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Flash, I Love You! But We Only Have 14 Hours to Save the Earth.

Sunday morning, after turning off Fox News and finally getting a little sleep thanks to the Zarkoff pill.

This just in.

Juliet Huddy is back on Fox News and taking names for the looming intervention required of all fans of anorexa nervosa, skeletor bodies, fleshy upper arms, and the girl speaks like six languages.

Oh, they never found any of her ex-husbands. Jersey mafia is mystified.

Gretchen Carlson is not exactly freaking out.

Sounds from her trailer eerily reminiscent of words like "nooooo!!!"

"So Heraldo, were you just talking about yourself again or did Obama get in the story I may have missed?"

Alison never worries about anything.

<--- when you've got "The World's Most Colossal Cupcake" on TV, "How dare you declare my plunging neckline might wreck families in fly-over territory."

Whatever, Alison.

We can always cut to Janice Dean, astonished at the weather.

The guys on set are like, "Okay Rupert, I'm not having any part of this."

Fair and balanced.

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Galactic Glimpse

Makes you wonder what God has in mind, huh?

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Fox News Babes - Fair and Balanced

This post might seem a little sexist - but someone has to give you the scoop about happenings on channel 360.

Guess who is BACK on Fox News after about a billion years?

<--- Juliet Huddy

2002?

Girl looks "different," as they always do when chasing my 48th birthday.

Always wondered what happened to her. Bio claims several former husbands simply "disappeared."

Come on now Gretchen. Lime-leg-light endures only so long. You always sound like you just learned something five minutes before reporting it to us, yet your central chair between two starched suits is like Captain Kirk's bridge on the Enterprise.

Do not click this photo --->

unless you are over the age of twenty-one.

I told you not to click it. We are all adults here and I refuse to allow this blog to fall into a hell nest of voyeurism.

Look who got the shaft (so to speak). Poor Megan Kelly. She's like Jodie Foster smart.

Woman fought for and won the pink blouse contest, not to mention being THIS CLOSE to achieving "I am the gal" status.

How much do those PhDs matter now baby? Enjoying your cheerios?

<--- "WHAT? They brought back WHO?"

"I can talk rings around that floozy who can't keep a man!"

Then we have Alisyn. She's cool.

<-- favorite band: ABBA

Forget not the weather girl, Janice Dean. When I think of her, I think how nicely she ushers hurricanes into my living room.

<---- wow, a summer without being pregnant? I might faint.

You are thinking, where are all the brunettes? You only need one.

Pattie Ann Browne.

Let's just say she is good tennis player and you don't want to play Trivial Pursuit lightly.

The also-rans --->

Can you name two of them?

I don't even know where this photo came from but I'm sure they will all do well in the "I think I'm hot for a magazine" industry.

Last but definitely not least, what the heck ever happened with Jennifer Eccleston? Here was a genuine JOURNALIST.

<-- if memory fails, this chick literally reported from Iraq while explosions were going off and gunfire 50 yards away, under blazing lights at night.

She stood up there on a platform, stark against the night, and could have been SHOT.

<-- nobody knows where she is. I've looked.

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Elizabeth and Darcy

This is a nice DVD to plop in over the weekend, before all DVD's go the way of 8-track tapes, cassette tapes, CDs, et al.

Cool chick flick, where guy next to you on couch says, "wait a minute baby. We don't need another order of nachos just now. I want to see what Elizabeth does."

This, of course, leads to a huge emotional argument about commitment and wayward attraction, but I digress.

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Treats from Obama

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What to do When Bored

I like roller-coasters (or did before I turned forty)

but what you don't see is the real train chasing him just out of frame.

I'll pass on this and skydiving, thank you very much.

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Twilight Zone Radio

Stumbled across this Sunday night.

Even on AM, it sounded stellar, or lunar if you've looked outside this morning before dawn with that lowly moon glowing bright over treetops.

The TZR site has some free downloads too.

Radio drama is a long-missed form of entertainment, especially when done well.

If you are into horror or mock horror tales (which I may or may not be, depending on how my day went), here's another site I have yet to fully check out:

Curious happenstance gravely uncover at the same time I am reading Stephen King's short book "On Writing," whose advice on discipline to any hopeful author is no less than terrifying in itself.

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Test Video Blog #2

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Emerson Resists Cooperating in Video Blog Test

What can you do with a dog?

This is the end result.

More better later if this works.

Happy Saturday world.

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Happy Sunday

Hi world,

Not going to rant on anyone today, just glad to be alive.

What a quiet, silent morning here in H-Town. Not a breath of wind under the stars.

Some bright planet hangs to the south. It circles the sun, just like we do.

That profound sound do get around.

The only thing that could possibly curb my joy of living this morning....bitter coffee. As Shakespeare might not say, "Yuck."

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How to Fake the Drums

I have to give it to this guy:

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Save Ferris

Don't tell me you are planning to work

the rest of July.

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There is No Crying in Baseball!

This movie is such a hoot.

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Summer is Definitely Here

If there was any doubt, the daily torpid heat is seemingly here to stay in H-Town, forcing indoor activity from 80% to about 95%. I should not be surprised, and admittedly am not.

Ah, the mutual hum of dehumidifier and A/C in blended harmony.

Sunday I ordered a new FlipVideo camera, just to have it. Maybe I'll make a video blog and stick it on here? Also needed a new external hard drive for backing up the main computer. Then I can use the other one to back up the MacBook. Can't be too careful. Had a scare the other day when I became over-zealous deleting directories, including some system folders I actually needed.

Ooops.

Have a good one out there.

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Geico Commercials

Ever notice the Geico guy has an Australian accent?

Yes, just wanted to use up more blog space.

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What is the Second Thing You Do in the Morning?

Facebook, of course.

Yes, I tweet too. And it gets a lot of hype, but seems too "all over the place" for me, unless I choose someone interesting to follow for a while.

I need to back up my Emerson photo collection and can probably copy those files onto this blog host, or MobileMe gallery. But what I really need is a nice big external hard drive for the MacBook, run Time Machine, and stop worrying.

Since I blew off most of Friday playing "Mafia Wars" and prowling the refrigerator, I should make this morning useful. I live in the kind of house where, if you direct your gaze in any direction, something needs to be done.

It gets so confusing, pulls to domestic order from so many directions. Seems like the balance point of equilibrium resides right here in this Lazy-Boy armchair.

Go figure.

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Brilliant Product

For that long baseball game or tennis match.

Looks a little unwieldy to drink, however.

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Give the Kid a Break

They arrested him?

It is so original!

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Eye Candy for Dudes Afraid of Roller Coasters

I know, I know - sophomoric. But then I always was a senior.

EMBED-Hot Babes Test Bras on a Roller Coaster - Watch more free videos

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Let's Go to a Party

After Sam's embarrassing comment to the ladies on the cooking show, time to lighten the mood and recall "really good dates."

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Sam the Cooking Guy's LAST Appearance on Today Show

oops!

Bad call Sam.

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Endearing Moment

This is so sweet.

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How to Hide an Airplane Factory

I wonder how much of this is still going on?

Or are we simply highlighting Google Maps with "special places of interest" for the world to see?

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Emerson Has the Right Idea

Time for a quick check on the dog cam.

You can see how energetic the canine is.

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Road Trip Thoughts

As nice as it is to travel, always a feeling of tired satisfaction to pull in the driveway and leave all those other poor drivers in traffic where they belong. ;)

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Laser Beams and Rhapsodical Musings

I have always loved lasers, but never had one.

Maybe Apple will produce an iPod with option phaser/laser someday, complete with "stun the Federal spending" capability if aimed at certain politicians cramming Marxism down our throats.

Experiments are close to successfully fusing hydrogen atoms in a controlled environment with laser technology. I say "close" with respect to realizing Kitty Hawk was not that long ago. But think about the implications of nuclear fusion, virtual limitless energy, on our world.

It is a race to reaching a world of free energy for everyone, versus nations and politics and propriety over national power, frenzied religious jihads, government control over liberty in the US and then the globe based upon leverage over current industry - a thousand fallible weaknesses in man's vanity at the helm of an out-of-control ice sled careening down a glacial slope amazingly unmelted by man's contribution to the global warming fraud.

All those themes intertwine in hapless contrast of disorganization of Obama's lust to control every fabric of our lives to the finely-tuned orchestration of photons.

Physics versus man's continual abuse of power, which even in the country that is discovering new marvels, Marxist mistakes of old threaten to reduce us, as the sheep we seem to be, back into the foster care of Orwellian, bleak, surrender.

I've grown to the age of awareness such that I cannot marvel and appreciate human advance in areas like science without immediately observing it may be the final breath of a free society's ability to achieve genuine improvement. Because what I am seeing in the United States now, with the world in tow before it whiplashes us, is the product of a generation of dumbing down, and the willing sacrifice of liberty by a majority who are simply too stupid to know what they are doing.

Yet a scientific breakthrough may be what is necessary to shake things up enough to wipe out the grapple of political institutions digging into our flesh. But only if we get it first. If the West or USA does not make the next leap forward, it's all over, which it may be anyway through our incredible national penchant for internal disintegration.

Or dilly-dallying over the hubris of thinking government controls can act like a thermostat upon the earth, measurable in nanoseconds of time otherwise known as mere decades dedicated to the foolish.

Beam me up Scotty. There's no intelligent life down here. But a cool laser nonetheless.

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Kelly Clarkson Does Tokyo

Hey, what else are you going to do when it is raining cats and dogs on a Sunday in Houston?

They won't allow me to imbed the music video, but

Here It Is.

I am one of those guys who never watches "American Idol," or "Dancing With the Stars," as much as provides brainless fodder for radio talk show hosts without an ounce of personal inspiration.

But this Kelly Clarkson's voice is superb.

Helps to have talented musicians and musical arrangement, but still - that voice.

So enjoy the video from the link above. They will not let me embed it.

Ta ta folks.

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That Guy Looks Like My Chem Prof at U.T.

Dude on the right, of course.

Pixar's "Up."

Wonder what those balloons are all about?

Hey, I have not yet seen "Star Trek." Either I am falling behind or waiting for PPV or HBO.

Anyone who sees this (after "WALLe"), let me know if they performed another veering swing. Pixar loves to do that.

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Reprise: The Battle at Kruger

Several months ago, maybe even a year, this video was all the rage and I blogged about it.

But just in case you are new, or missed it, or wandering by wondering - fascinating footage.

Keep an eye on the Discovery Channel or National Geographic, and you might see the documentary. In the meantime, here's the website link.

Enjoy!

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Trek Trek Trek

I guess I'm going to have to see the dang thing.

Or will it be another, "wait for Kirsten Dunst on HBO?"

There is a non-sequitur for ya.

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A Little Good News

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Blog Mood Like a Sin Wave

Got a little heavy this morning, but the frustration was real.

Also, I felt I needed to vent somewhat seriously after so many movie and entertainment posts.

Life is about balance.

Anyway, look at the right sidebar. Newest thing is to add my Facebook "badge." If you are visiting this blog and would like to check out my profile on Facebook, or see what chats and friends are over there - be my guest. :)

And yes, tomorrow is Friday.

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Trekkies Need a Life

Can't wait.

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Audrey Hepburn

I made the mistake of re-watching "My Fair Lady" yesterday. Classic film of course. The mistake part was imprinting this song in my head, which I am glad to share.

And you thought those radio jingles were endlessly repeating...

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Star Trek

"Spock, is there a new movie?"

"Logical."

"Why can't they lend us one hundred years?"

"If Edith Keeler would have broken the speed of light before you let a car run her down."

"Scotty, how much power left in these warp engines?"

"I dunno Captain, maybe Duffy,

or

Kelly Clarkson."

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Somewhere in Time

It could happen.

Then just when we believe it, penny from a pocket sends guy cascading back into his future through glorious music and saddest outreach.

"Somewhere in Time."

Saps unite.

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Meet My New Best Friend

His name is Riley, because that is the kind of life he is living.

Birds cannot do anything about Mr. fat Riley upending the feeder, spilling priceless Walmart-garnered seed across the back porch in an incredible display of aberrant rodent hubris.

I swear his IQ is 140+.

Tiny claws perform differential equations on whatever constitutes a whiteboard in hovels absconded from less gifted furry brethren.

I feel like Bill Murray, unsuccessfully snaking water hoses into gopher dwellings on a golf course.

Did you know this little bastard can leap four feet straight up, and walk on a wire, all the while taunting?

Those of us with access to Academy stores own a special present for friends who wish to remain in the first circle of animal kingdom social prominence.

Consider the irony of a squirrel being killed by a nut traveling at the speed of sound.

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The People Seem to Like It

One of my top YouTube ventures.

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FlipVideo Update

I have got an older model (i.e. one year) but need to use it more, even if just to capture ten minutes of commentary or my dog - post it to free mobileme webspace or even YouTube.

Do you make personal podcasts? And if so, what is your method?

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Darn, Some Kid Won the Contest

Okay, so they are mostly games.

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Rocket Science

As a NASA guy, wanted to share this cool little java virtual tour. :)

Click on pic or here.

I love the plane in the city view.

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World's Worst Lip-Sync

Oh you know you love it.

Don't tell me she is playing the piano. Not even really trying to fake it.

I am thinking her hair also is like some bounce or pert product of plastic on a given morning.

Orchestrates itself whenever she moves her head.

The Captain is not helping much.

But they are having fun!

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Water Anyone?

Rain was unbelievable yesterday.

The street out front turned into a torrential river.

Fortunately, my Macs and I stayed dry, although the power knocked out DirecTV and Facebook for an hour.

Talk about roughing it.

As for Houston Texans cheerleader hopefuls, check out these future Madam Curies.

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Too Small

I have lost my car keys. Can Hannah help me find them?

I am almost certain she can.

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Time Warp

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Herbie

Ah, Volkswagens.

My Dad owned a light blue beetle when I was nine years old and living in Guam.

The car was named "Herbie," of course.

"Where are we going to dinner tonight? Can we take Herbie?" - common family refrain.

This was 1974 - way before "The View," so don't stress yourself out.

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Happy Monday

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Nostalgia Attack

If you are too young to listen to this, you are too young to listen.

I was just updating my iTunes library for the ipod and ran across a bunch of 70's songs.

This one got me at the time and still stands up.

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Anyone Got Skype on Ipod Touch Yet?

This semi-phone software is mostly meant for iphone, but apparently will work on an ipod touch (if you buy a microphone).

I dunno. Sounds a bet Beta for me, if interesting.

I'll stick with podcasts and the occasional video or music while sitting in some waiting room, such as this weekend getting an oil change.

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Status Update on the Kindle 2

Electronic book eye candy.

A one month review of my new toy yields thumbs up.

I have found so far a nice balance between using this device for reading in some locations and moods, while not discarding traditional literary adventures involving feel and smell of pages.

Recently finished a fast-paced, Tom Clancy-ish speculative foray into a future our kids and grandkids might see in the United States and world.

Mr. Friedman may well have to rewrite it by the end of 2009 after our government passes a budget to spend three thousand, five hundred, million, million dollars - mostly on manipulative control over your life.

But I digress.

Another March conquest page turner invited me on a whirligig roller coaster ride into the future with a half-bumbling, half-genius who picks up a female sidekick along the way.

Neither futuristic glimpse met Edith Keeler's wide almond eyes, but of course she lived in the past.

The Kindle itself is quite comfortable to hold in its leather case, perfect screen size for easy reading (fonts adjust).

Typeface is some kind of new liquid ink on glass, so it benefits from external light rather than the reverse. Controls smooth. Options include easy selection of indexes, chapters, bookmarks, personal comments, annotations. Lots of free stuff in the store (like The Bible and Shakespeare - the entire works, poof, just like that).

I canceled trial versions of newspapers. Waste of time since the internet clamors with them all anyway. And this young man needs no more magazines. He cannot skim through those he already gets.

Kindle offers a rudimentary web browser that is not very practical, but free via "whisper-net" service, a G3 technology like cell phones, so it works everywhere and relies not upon a local Wi-Fi connection.

But it is $400, so consider that versus twenty pizzas.

Have a great day.

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I Think I Have Found My Next Car

Dad says it's time to trade in the Acura.

But with the government bankrupting the country, this might be all I can afford.

Stay on side streets. I know. I know.

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Kelly's New Song

Anyone but me.

I had no idea she was this good.

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Hannah Rocks

Check out the girl in lower left corner.

Her name is Hannah, and I am impressed by her enunciation

One of those perennial twenty-six year-olds.

Like you are never going to lose that bulky device.

I am still loving THIS THING.

On second thought, Hannah does rather resemble an elf.

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When Will the Technology Stop?

Found this on my ipod touch applications.

Quite interesting.

Just type in an artist's name or song title.

For instance, I entered "Faithfully" by Journey. It brings up the album with that song, playing another one.

This is for them to avoid copyright violations.

But from there, you can listen or click ahead four or five times to experience a full parade of music that matches thematically what you were looking for. :)

High definition music, not completely unlimited to fast clicking or free from ads. But it is FREE to explore.

Anyone remember vinyl disks that would spin round and round, with a needle dragging through grooves?

Have a great weekend everyone. :)

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Insane Buzzer Beater

Better than "The Wall Street Journal" on a Friday morning. :)

See more weird stuff on The 9-5-0 Nonsense Page.

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When Galaxies Collide

Although this article

fails to mention it, when galaxies collide, few if any stars actually hit each other.

Gravity plays tricks, but momentum and distances between objects means these two great bodies will probably pass right through each other.

None of us will be around to see it, of course, which makes the prediction all that more certain and relevant to your daily life.

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For Math Teachers Only

Get real.

Be rational.

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Just When I Was Getting Boring

Why is that over-the-shoulder look always the best?

Felicia Day.

She Twitters.

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You Simply Do Not Understand

I need that hour of sleep.

The farm animals will never notice.

Actually, I prefer the clocks on this cycle all year and have no clue why we ever change back.

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3/3/09: Math fans to celebrate Square Root Day

For the geeks among us.

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Do You Kindle an Interest?

Look at this.

Not the girl, the newest replacement for a book, the Kindle 2.

What do you think about it? I was talking with a friend the other evening. Nothing wrong with it. But even if we do not read as many books in our lives anymore, nothing can replace the tactile feel and smell of a real book, the pages, the heaviness, the ownership.

But I argue, that is fine. We still have books. Go to any Barnes & Noble or Borders. They are all over the place.

This is merely an addition, another option.

An expensive option, which is why I am writing about one and not buying one (yet).

I am curious about your opinion on the usefulness or desirability of a fully functional, electronic tablet that can hold more books than you could ever possibly read.

I'm guessing you would not throw it out of your stocking.

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The WTF Blanket

Thank you to Stacey

for a much-valued laugh.

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Well-behaved Dogs in the Workplace?

Interesting idea.

The impulse is to say, "yes, as long as the other dogs don't bother mine." But I don't see this working out wholesale.

Plus, what to do about going to meetings?

Nope. I'm afraid Emerson will simply have to snooze in luxury on his window bed at home during the day, under monitoring by the Emerson Cam.

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Validation

My friend Stacey

clued me in to this great short film.

Long relative length for YouTube (special dispensation?)

Takes only a few minutes to get hooked and wonder how it all ends with Victoria. :)

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Wake Me Up Before the Six AM Go-Go

Anime gone wild.

They all look like Speed Racer.

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This is Pretty Cute

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Who Are These Guys?

Occasionally, I am inclined to post something that grabs me.

It may not be for everybody, but you are not paying for my web space, are you? ;)

This song is the intro-theme to the movie "21" with Kevin Spacey coaching smart college kids how to win blackjack in Vegas before of course it all came crashing down, even without Joe Pesci.

Never heard of this band. Quite young and quite strange. But ya gotta take it all in. I like the keyboard riff.

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Google vs. FaceBook

Lately, Facebook has consumed more and more time that should otherwise be reserved for matters such as eating, sleeping, paying bills.

But if one steers away from the social experience towards pure curiosity seeking, the wealth of Google tools is equally a time-sapper. Map street view is pretty amazing. And sky view. Now they have an underwater view I have yet to check out.

None of this is any help getting me ready for the cubicle.

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Bill Gates Unleashes Swarm of Mosquitoes on Crowd

What's your point Bill?

Dude has crossed over into the sublime.

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Modems and Routers, Oh My

Now I can waste more time on the internet at ever faster speeds, new modem along with fast router and expensive Comcast plan.

Sometimes all the plastic animals talk to each other. Sometimes they don't.

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Newsflash: I am Awake

Let the heralding begin.

For some reason, I seem to be living this Monday over and over.

As for this?

<-- Did not watch it and could not care less.

We now enter the pre-baseball sports horse latitudes of doldrum.

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Random Actresses - Brittany Murphy

This admittedly gratuitous post speaks of why I pay $19.95/month to Fluidhosting for exercising computer servers in Boston and California.

<-- Welcome to a private flyleaf for one compelling chick. Miss Brittany Murphy.

Whenever she is on screen, I cannot remember my own social security number.

Mesmerizing eyes.

Remember "Clueless?" "Uptown Girls?"Riding in Cars with Boys?"

"Don't Say a Word." "Sidewalks of New York."

Stop me before I sound like IMDB.

I can tell when a person is fundamentally kind.

Excellent actress.

I think she wants to be a mom.

Survived "peek-a-boo" status with one of the Dakotas, and precocious children annoy me.

Drew's best friend --->

Brittany is like Joan Cusack: sick of always being everyone else's best freakin friend.

<--- Witness our darling of the moment 30 minutes before her Calculus exam at The University of Texas.

Thinking derivatives and integrals.

What's going to kill you is she has that stuff down cold.

I found that hard myself, especially the train A meets train B at 45 MPH on elevated incline scenario where the test is to determine wheel friction from snow against iron railings.

This girl wrote 1.61803399

Which is always the golden ratio right answer.

Then she could not resist trying to seduce the instructor, who actually spoke english.

Long story short, Brittany confused her target with the teaching assistant, another hapless guy, for the real professor who offered herself on the day of final exams as a parched woman of non-San-Franciscan persuasion.

Complete meltdown of ill-placed, pink bras under soft white camisole.

I wish I had been there, but she got away with a "B" after scratching at the end of her test, "is that all?"

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Hello

Get me the hell out of here.

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Whatever

Take it from a William Shatner parody fan, beauty contests are ridiculous.

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Brette in Better Days

When he carried the team.

This is for my sister-in-law because she thinks my tendency to post about gorgeous women, wry commentary optional, will drive doves away from my site quicker than a horn in Central Park.

The imagery just came to me.

So here is eye candy for the women, and it probably all evens out now, right?

Eventually things even out.

Okay, they never even out.

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Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom

Mom: "I told you to go before we left."

Girl: "I did!"

Dad: "Do you remember where we parked the car?"

Boy: "Who is Bruce Springsteen?"

Mom: "I forgot to tell the bridge club we won't be home before 2:00PM"

Girl: "I gotta go!"

Dad: "I'm almost sure I locked the car, wherever it is."

Boy: "I'm hungry."

Mom: "Wasn't that the loveliest scarf in the window?"

Girl: "How can you all be so calm?"

Dad: "I never thought Arizona would get to the Super bowl."

Boy: "Hey, look at those birds!"

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What is the Practical Limit?

These massive Dubai building projects are seemingly out of control. The islands? Towers?

My question is, at some point, is it not impractical to get people up and down inside these buildings? How do the elevators work? Cable length/stress limits, etc. Or get off one, on another, multiple times?

I'd hate to be part of a fire drill.

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Um, no

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We Live in a "Progressive" Society

Stephanie Courtney (aka "Flo")

This young lady must be selling a million insurance policies.

She has this strangely compelling appeal and allure.

Here's a stand-up routine I found from some time ago.

Okay, yea. Hey look, have you tried that?

I know you are clamoring for Stephanie's Facebook Fan Site.

Love the commercials kid. Keep it up!

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Gerard, You Regard

Happy now Washington State? Little place called Wakima? (I KNOW it starts with a "Y")

This whole blog thing is getting away from me, aliens in bars look like this guy.

Look at me, reduced to plastering up macho dudes for the sake of feminine clicks. Oh the humanity.

Comes a cracking point, you know.

Anyone wanna play tennis?

Ana Ivanovic says, "Oh, maybe I will just win two or three grand slams in 2009, if that is what Creechman really wants."

And for what it is worth...

Jane invited me to a New Year's Eve party.

<--- FIFTY-SEVEN.

A shame, really, when you let your body fall apart.

I cannot mix in male eye candy for my sister-in-law without falling back on tried and true gorgeousness.

Fair & Balanced blog.

Time machines - a dime a dozen.

I'll take some teasing, but ... good Lord. No faking this.

Sappy on purpose. If I get my car back from the shop tomorrow, we'll go "funny" on the next blog post.

But let's let Jane sink in here for a moment, and reflect in passing upon Christopher Reeve and his wife. Both died so young.

Harmony here we would be remiss to miss.

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"Sound of Music" Holiday Notes

This sweet movie is on TV tonight, so curl up while I tell you a true story.

I am email friends with Charmian Carr, who played Leisl.

Yep, the idolatry of my youth.

She sent me an autographed photo and inscription in this book, because a part of a letter I wrote her is in it.

We struck up an email conversation a few years ago, and it was surreal, having grown up with "The Sound of Music" and watching her heart break over Ralph after the gazebo dance.

Here is what happened:

On one of my European adventures, I had time to visit Salzburg. In fact, it rained. I was stuck there for three days. I found myself traipsing all places of the movie, traveled the tour bus to the church where Maria and Captain got married, the water fountain, the whole deal.

At the time, (1990), my childhood memories of the movie were deeply impressed, and I'm one to love to linger over real places that inspired feelings.

Well after I got home, I saw Ms. Carr had put out a book about her experience of being Liesl, and her renown as a part of a classic. So I wrote her. And she wrote back with an autographed picture and lovely letter.

I felt like I was in a time machine.

Sixteen going on seventeen.

One of my brushes with fame.

Eyes, always the eyes.

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Instructional Video for Men

You ladies might get a kick out of this.

Guys, time to re-think your Christmas gifts.

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Christmas Snippets

Love, Actually.

Tie between Natalie...

And Juliet...

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Wouldn't You Just Love to Work at Pixar?

Let's watch out for our bees.

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Kewl Moon and Dog Bliss

If you are up before the sun this morning, glance west.

Awesome.

Emerson asked me to include this:

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SNOW!

It is snowing in Houston, SOUTH Houston.

Hours and hours, piling up on grass and bushes and doorsteps.

Emerson dog is like, "what the heck?"

Church youth group whooping it up across the street.

Thick flakes fall through lamplight.

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Aquarius? Wise Men Stars?

I noticed this spectacular sight Monday night just after sunset, except the moon was a frown and not a smiley from America.

Then folks were talking about it next day at work.

Tuesday night, amazing how far the moon meandered away from the shiny planet duo: 13 degrees, actually.

No view last night with clouds, rain upon my still un-reshingled roof (hang in there tarpo).

This morning, who cares about stars? It's Freezing.

With wind chill, a merciless, blustery forty.

I can hear half of you laughing out loud.

"Hurry up Emerson!" Mark mumbles from doorstep, waiting on dog, nature, and the drip, drip of the slowest coffee maker this side of heavenly conjunction.

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Hot Water

Well, "yes," I am usually in it with somebody.

But today I am referring to this:

Dude is replacing gas valve as I consume server space on my website telling you about it.

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Try Driving Home Early Saturday, Suckers

Sorry for the "at you" thing.

Don't know what got into me, nor are my visual references accurate.

1. I'm not in Los Angeles, where this picture was taken.

2. The car crash stack-up on I45 north of Houston was in the northbound lane (and I hope the people in the wreck are ok) But I sailed on by flying south.

3. A fine feeling to pull into one's garage mid-afternoon and know so many others just had to linger over breakfast a little while longer before setting out.

4. This post goes out to the driver of a certain Lexus SUV who had to be pressing 90+ MPH passing me on the right just past Centerville, only to be pulled over ten miles later.

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Car Doctors and Other Appliance Semi-Disasters

My car has a decided ping in the engine.

I took it in for repair, and they found a dozen other problems needing fixing. I said, "okay," because always nice to have brakes that brake, steering that steers, battery that holds a charge, etc.

When I picked it up, all seemed well. Then the ping came back after my long Thanksgiving drive. Darn. They showed me valve measurements within spec, a tune-up. What the heck?

So I've made another appointment next week to double check that darned noise. I'm still up north. So this morning I drive the car a mile to get gas for trip home tomorrow. Cold engine. No ping.

By the time I returned to where I'm staying, fair to moderate ping.

It's like going to the doctor and you can't tell him where it hurts. To ping or not to ping - that is the question.

I have the weekend to evaluate this annoying situation. Who knows? After another 350 miles, maybe the ping will either get LOUDER or go away. Then I can either keep my maintenance appointment or cancel it. Or if the ping only pongs occasionally - live an acrid life of agonizing ambivalence!

Don't get me started on the hot water heater gas valve replacement drama unfolding sometime between 8-5 Monday...

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What, No YouTube?

We do not necessarily regret to inform you that the recent genre of blog activity has momentarily ceased, I'm just outta time and DVDs.

Busy pulling things together and packing this afternoon for a Turkey drive.

Everyone be safe and hang in there at the airports, if that is your only way out. You assume you will get out, that is.

Sincerely,

The Web-Master

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Football is For Freaks

Bengals continue to bungle.

Dog Drives Van Into New York Coffee House.

Every Friday needs a surreal girl fight.

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Dancing About Stocks and Architecture

Or maybe you prefer roulette?

Even diversified mutual funds swing day-to-day in a schoolyard of freaky luck.

I am not being told the truth, which really bugs me.

You LIED Fidelity.

You LIED too Vanguard.

Circuit City short-fused the truth.

Linens and Things lied without ironing wrinkles of denial.

American Express lied.

Wachovia not only lied, they DIED.

And if Pixar did not lie, they still can't save Disney (I thought that was a shoe-in).

Walmart re-organized their store so weed killer is harder to find than eye circle cream.

Lies, lies, all lies!

I say, spend it all on car maintenance.

When the engine pings, and $$$ later, it still tippy-taps, but you think it sound different, then they give you a piece of paper in the rain testifying valves are within specs...

Only to lurch into a gut-wrenching, galvanizing melodrama of roof replacement.

No one will call me back. My house will remain blue-tarped forever.

Guess who DVR'ed 3 1/2 hours of the Jets/Patriots game the other night, but not 3 hours and 45 minutes, thereby missing the exciting last minute touchdown and overtime?

Probably some idiot you know.

Oh well, here's a neat trick.

Making equal divisions on a page.

One of the coolest tricks.

I have actually used this several times in my life, unlike calculus.

And you don't have to grow into Aristotle to stun

the Christmas party once a certain amount of eggnog "in the adult bowl" has flavored obvious references to geometry.

Give the man a ruler, a lampshade, a beer.

Equidistant from himself and car keys.

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On a Roll With iMovie

Creechman video/audio just keeps getting better and better.

Worst night of Jeff Daniel's life.

Transport yourself in time over to Xanadu.

But don't forget to always have on hand a lotta insect spray.

Spider in the Bathroom.

Emerson considers splitting the atom before lunch nap.

Hint to newbies: always click my pics.

It's like a game show.

"Cash Cab" in Mark's house.

Duffy always crying out for mercy.

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Welcome to my SUV

Acura MDX.

Nice huh?

Well, I'm just kidding, although it is sitting in my garage. This is the loaner car the dealership gave me while they hammer and pound on my clunker.

It's like driving a spaceship. Especially the GPS.

I wonder if it is accidental they hand over keys to long-term customers, just to give them the itch.

My dog would get lost in the back seat.

I still haven't figured out all the buttons on the steering wheel.

Maybe they will be kind enough to work on my other car over the weekend. I'm going to have some fun with my friends today. ha ha

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Clear Lake Reflections

March 9, 2010

We've All Been There - Waiting for Someone to Get the Hell Up

February 21, 2010

Save Ferris!

February 20, 2010

Do You Realize How Good Celine Is?

Jennifer Warnes Revisited

"Dave" is Not Here!

February 19, 2010

Glossy Paperbacks are my Downfall

February 18, 2010

Blog Spam

February 17, 2010

Christine McVie

February 9, 2010

Emerson Reprise

February 7, 2010

Weather, or Revelations?

January 17, 2010

She Owns Her Own Mr. Softie Ice Cream Truck

January 15, 2010

Top of the World

Kelly Clarkson Inspiration

January 13, 2010

What Gets You Through Thursday

December 22, 2009

What Day is it?

December 20, 2009

Hi - This is my Blog

December 12, 2009

Someday

December 4, 2009

60's Song Angels

Snow

December 3, 2009

Cute Kitties

December 1, 2009

What is Her Number?

Joanna Quits (again) Not Enough Flair

November 30, 2009

"House" on Fox

November 29, 2009

ABBA Comes out of Nowhere

November 25, 2009

Hello World

November 21, 2009

Confessional

November 20, 2009

I'm a Klepto and Spock's Mom

Zoe Saldana

November 14, 2009

Honeywell F300 Electronic Air Cleaner

November 13, 2009

Boredom Personified

November 12, 2009

Pride and Prejudice on Blue Ray

November 10, 2009

Is Reese Witherspoon Everywhere or What?

November 1, 2009

YouTube Viewers Astonish Me

October 31, 2009

"I'm Alive" no Easy Feat

"Avatar"

October 30, 2009

Boo!

October 26, 2009

Why I Do Not Live in New York City

How I Feel about Flair

October 18, 2009

"Evolution"

October 11, 2009

Dallas Cowboys Squeak By

October 10, 2009

We Built This City

October 5, 2009

Disastrous Movie about Disaster? 2012

October 4, 2009

During Clear Rain, You Can See Non-Forever

September 27, 2009