The savior has been found... now I must worship: d.challener roe for his technical genius. All hail,Roe, for solving my temporary woe!
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Technical assistance please! (updated)
Help! I created a header for my blog, but I am not sure how to put in the template. Can anyone help this poor little soul? Also, what do you think... look half-way decent?
The savior has been found... now I must worship: d.challener roe for his technical genius. All hail,Roe, for solving my temporary woe!
The savior has been found... now I must worship: d.challener roe for his technical genius. All hail,Roe, for solving my temporary woe!
The potential is there
It was a good day. After a long, productive day at work, I went to my neighbor's to play cards... one didn't show so we just hung out and talked about those taboo topics you would get the fuzzy eye-ball look if you talk to your parents about... you know, sex, religion, sex, bloody horror movies, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, shaving dogs... you know stuff normal stuff like that. Anyways, my neighbor down below has a friend who went to Kings Dominion with a group of us... she was a very attractive, intelligent (meaning a reading level above the 3rd grade/ actually she is studying for her CPA exam), funny Russian girl who I got along with like peas and carrots (okay, I was having a Forrest Gump flashback, SUE ME!) Anyways, this girl and I shared a lot of strong chemistry even though I was doing my best to her that each of the roller coasters we rode happens to be defective. For example, it is a little known fact that there are a lot of bats inside the Valcano... so there have been some unfortunate times where people on the rides would collide with some poor bats as they take off, so she should be warned. I thought I did a good job of convincing her, too, I even kept a very straight face! Okay, I can be evil at times, SUE ME! Moving right along here... my neighbor gave me her number after it appears she is not interested in him. I don't know why... I mean he is a very decent, intelligent and humorous guy. Well, I have her number now... the ball is in my court. So I guess I need to gather the rest of my balls to give her a call and ask her out. So it is a good day.
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Confidentiality Notice: This e-mail, blog, internet billboard and any accompanying documents, whether printed on toilet paper or wrapping paper, are to be considered confidential and privileged (don't you feel special?). The information (or mindless drivel) is intended only for use of the recipient(s) named above (umm... I mean for your ears; or fingers if printed in Braille or puffy letters). Please immediately notify the sender (AKA gooberman) if you have received this blog posting in error. You are hereby notified that any disclosure, copying, distribution, or the taking of any action in reliance on the contents of this webpage transmission is strictly prohibited. Aww, what the hell, copy it, distribute it all you want, just don't literally SUE ME as I instructed you to do so. Talk to my lawyers at 1-800-BITE-ME if you do decide a lawsuit is the best course of action.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
In good company
Okay, maybe I am naive... maybe I am just a gullible, but I like to "buy" into the take-home messages of the movies I watch. For example, I just watched "In Good Company" starring Topher Grace (Carter), Scarlett Johansson and Dennis Quaid... I could relate to the young new boss, Carter. Myself, I am a supervisor to people who are twice my age and those who have traditionally occupied my position are typically more aged than I am. Even my very first full-time job I managed over 100 people (some still in high school, some retired physicians, some right smack in between)... not bad for someone fresh out of college. The take-home message in the movie was to do something that you love and not to grow up too fast. I think I may have grown up too fast. The job needed someone who is professional and mature while doing business as a manager/ supervisor with a lot of responsibility, so that is what I did. Just as in the movie, the responsibility and challenges that associated with the position often come at the expense of the relationship/ social life. He was all work, so his social life faltered. He tried to get to know his employees to hang out with them, but his employees wanted to distant themselves from their "boss" or perhaps he was trying too hard. That is what is on my mind at this moment. That is what I am going to bed thinking about. That is what will be on the back of my mind when I go to the executive board meeting tomorrow with some community leaders.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Brain Freeze
Bowling tonight was a team effort... we won 3 out of 4. Since last week was the start of the second half of the season, the wins and losses start over at 0 and 0. So after this week we are now 6 wins and 2 losses... not bad. We are moving on up. Tonight was another see-saw night... bowled 205, 147, 185. Average going into tonight was a falling 195.
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-I was shocked to see MSNBC/ Newsweek post my comments about the book they featured the other day. I guess I need to read the book now... after I finish the book I am currently engrossed in. I was even pondering the possibility of..potentially... thinking about the considering of the idea asking if any of the female readers of my blog may be interested in going out to grab a bite or something. It would be a big risk, but hey, it worked for the author of that book, why wouldn't it work for me? Carpe Diem!
The Cat Who Thinks He is a Dog: Part II
-After going home to my parents over the weekend, I unraveled some additional proof my cat is truly a dog.
A:) He was playing with the two dog's slobber-covered green frog toy. The toy was designed (and thoroughly tested) for dogs. The two dogs even played fetch with it not even 15 mins prior to my cat chewing on it and rolling around with it. I know what you are thinking, I must have put catnip on it... WRONG!
B:) My cat responds to commands. Okay, there are a lot of cats that will come if you call their names... but do they actually sit when you say "Sit?" My panther does! I was not too convinced when I first noticed his superior brain-power, so I had to test it out. After all, I know his pose of choice is the sitting position. So the experiment began... Experiment #1: Would he sit upon command while enticed by one of his favorite treats? After letting him stretch against my leg (and at the same time using my leg as a scratching post), he reached for a Savoury Salmon Flavour Whiskas Temptations. The command was spoken. The panther sat! He passed! Experiment #2, Would he sit upon command while on a moderately rocking recliner chair? This would require a great level of concentration and attention. With a treat in hand, the chair was rocking at about 30 rocks per minute... The panther was asked to jump on the arm of the chair, he agreed... the "Sit" was commanded. His claws dug into the chair's arms and he planted his butt on the chair. He passed with flying colors.
I love my brilliant cat!
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-I was shocked to see MSNBC/ Newsweek post my comments about the book they featured the other day. I guess I need to read the book now... after I finish the book I am currently engrossed in. I was even pondering the possibility of..potentially... thinking about the considering of the idea asking if any of the female readers of my blog may be interested in going out to grab a bite or something. It would be a big risk, but hey, it worked for the author of that book, why wouldn't it work for me? Carpe Diem!
The Cat Who Thinks He is a Dog: Part II
-After going home to my parents over the weekend, I unraveled some additional proof my cat is truly a dog.
A:) He was playing with the two dog's slobber-covered green frog toy. The toy was designed (and thoroughly tested) for dogs. The two dogs even played fetch with it not even 15 mins prior to my cat chewing on it and rolling around with it. I know what you are thinking, I must have put catnip on it... WRONG!
B:) My cat responds to commands. Okay, there are a lot of cats that will come if you call their names... but do they actually sit when you say "Sit?" My panther does! I was not too convinced when I first noticed his superior brain-power, so I had to test it out. After all, I know his pose of choice is the sitting position. So the experiment began... Experiment #1: Would he sit upon command while enticed by one of his favorite treats? After letting him stretch against my leg (and at the same time using my leg as a scratching post), he reached for a Savoury Salmon Flavour Whiskas Temptations. The command was spoken. The panther sat! He passed! Experiment #2, Would he sit upon command while on a moderately rocking recliner chair? This would require a great level of concentration and attention. With a treat in hand, the chair was rocking at about 30 rocks per minute... The panther was asked to jump on the arm of the chair, he agreed... the "Sit" was commanded. His claws dug into the chair's arms and he planted his butt on the chair. He passed with flying colors.
I love my brilliant cat!
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Intrigued
Today has been an intriguing day online. I followed one of those links in the Best of Blogs to Michele's Blog. She started this addictive chain-mail... DOH!... I mean blogger game. There are currently over 1400 comments on her blog due to this... here is the game:
Pretty simple, eh?
Okay, I am still a newbie in the blogger community, so this may have been around since the days of the cavemen, but it was an adventure for me. It reminded me of a blog version of "Random acts of kindness". The messages that were posted on different bloggers comment boxes were generally positive and out of kindness. Some made me feel good about myself...okay, it does not always take a lot to please this goober. But it did exposed myself to other people's blogs... those I probably would not have ventured to see otherwise... not because I am picky, but because there are so many out there.
During the game, it also made me think about an article I read about a book I should read. The Year of Yes as it was talked about in this article. According to the article, the author spent an entire year accepting dates from anyone who showed interest. She went out on 150 dates with people included a homeless man, several non-English speakers, 10 taxi drivers, two lesbians and a mime. It made me realize, even though I may be picky (and I have a fear of being rejected, let alone being shy) I need to "test the waters" to see what I really like. Okay, I have not yet read the book, so I don't know all the horror stories or the pyscho killers now potentially stalking her, but the idea is sound. In fact, my own mother made that suggestion to me a few years ago. I guess it cannot hurt to broaden my horizons.
How to play:
* Leave a comment here that says hello.
* Now, go visit the person who commented above you and say "Hello, Michele sent me."
Pretty simple, eh?
Okay, I am still a newbie in the blogger community, so this may have been around since the days of the cavemen, but it was an adventure for me. It reminded me of a blog version of "Random acts of kindness". The messages that were posted on different bloggers comment boxes were generally positive and out of kindness. Some made me feel good about myself...okay, it does not always take a lot to please this goober. But it did exposed myself to other people's blogs... those I probably would not have ventured to see otherwise... not because I am picky, but because there are so many out there.
During the game, it also made me think about an article I read about a book I should read. The Year of Yes as it was talked about in this article. According to the article, the author spent an entire year accepting dates from anyone who showed interest. She went out on 150 dates with people included a homeless man, several non-English speakers, 10 taxi drivers, two lesbians and a mime. It made me realize, even though I may be picky (and I have a fear of being rejected, let alone being shy) I need to "test the waters" to see what I really like. Okay, I have not yet read the book, so I don't know all the horror stories or the pyscho killers now potentially stalking her, but the idea is sound. In fact, my own mother made that suggestion to me a few years ago. I guess it cannot hurt to broaden my horizons.
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