# Friday, March 24, 2006
Waiting on 360

I tell myself I'm working at home today because I had to take my dog to the vet.  My dog needed her teeth cleaned, nails cut and a mole removed.  I dropped her off this morning.  Since then I've been working at home, doing e-mail, making conference calls and obsessively hitting refresh on the FedEX tracking page for my new Xbox 360.

You all think I'm crazy.  All of you, except Mike and Trina.  Well... I don't care what you think!  Just stay away from me... unless you're wearing a purple and orange jumpsuit, in which case I have home-baked cookies for you, please hurry, they're still warm.

 


Posted by Reeves  March 24, 2006
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# Thursday, March 23, 2006
It only took fifteen minutes of watching to create an overly-long rant... it was that good

Paula and I always love a good caper movie, so when we saw the ads for Heist on TV we thought, hey, looks like a fun diversion.  We were only able to sit through fifteen minutes of this derivative drivel.

NBC sez Heist is "a series driven by unforgettable characters"... absolutely, they're unforgettable because you've seen them in a thousand other movies and TV shows. 

The criminal star characters of this garbage were lifted directly from the Italian Job, Ocean's Eleven, Mission Impossible, you name it.  There's Mickey, the handsome, clever criminal mastermind.  James, Mickey's trusted partner in crime and intellectual fencing partner.  "Pops", the wise, criminal father-figure (with requisite fedora and members-only jacket).  Ricky, the cute, Bronx-accented, wet-behind-the-ears thief.  And, of course, Lola, the beautiful but extra-tough she-thug who will punch you in the mouth as soon as you call her "babe".

The law-enforcement characters are no better.  There's Amy, the beautiful cop with a huge chip on her shoulder... trying hard to make a name for herself in a man's world.  There's Billy, the overweight, narrow-minded cop who speaks his mind without restraint... waffling between offensive and endearingly honest.  The only cop who hasn't become jaded and cynical is Tyrese, the young idealistic black detective.

Let's see, in the first fifteen minutes, Mickey and James show how clever they are by casually robbing a jewelry store, quizzing each other on ancient history to help pass the time.  Amy, the cop making a name for herself, busts a ring of thieves who rob moving trains (the noisy train robbers driving 4x4s were without hubris or subtlety, it was obvious they'd be arrested).  Amy then (without so much as a good night's sleep) goes to investigate Mikey and James's break-in.  Mikey is, of course, on the roof across the street, taking pictures of Amy investigating the robbery.

Scene: looking at Amy through the lens of a powerful camera.  The shutter releases several times, three back and white images of Amy in rapid succession.

Zoom in from street level to Mikey on the roof across the street with a camera.

Mikey: "Keep your enemies close..."

Fade out.  End scene.

Holy crap!  The thing that shocks me is this: somebody in LA pushed back from their keyboard and thought to themselves... "Man, this is great stuff."

 

TV

Posted by Reeves  March 23, 2006
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# Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Merry Maids bug Bug


A close up of the bug taken by the company that did the vinyl wrap.

 


Posted by Reeves  March 22, 2006
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# Monday, March 20, 2006
Not-so-solid state.

I never thought I'd see it happen... but it did.

One of my compact flash cards failed.

Nothing strange happened.  No shocks, no static electricity, no driving over it with a car (Rob).  Took ten pictures.  Downloaded them.  Took three more.  Poof.

I think from now on I'll carry an extra flash card or two when I travel.

 


Posted by Reeves  March 20, 2006
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# Sunday, March 19, 2006
Accent tiles are up... along with most of the rest of the tiles

Paula had a break in her homework load and so we did some tag team tile work. The weekend flew and we now have just a little edge-work left before doing the grout.


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Posted by Reeves  March 19, 2006
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# Wednesday, March 15, 2006
But who says they need to look geeky?

Ok, I admit it, smart women make my nerd beanie spin.  Brains wins over cheesecake, no doubt about it.  If, however, someone tells you smarts and style are incompatible you can give them your best Urkle laugh and walk away.

Here's a cool thing, laptop bags just for women.

While I may have ridiculed the idea someone would want to put their cell phone in a briefcase pocket which blocks out incoming RF (and, presumably, incoming calls) I do have to commend Mobile Edge for spotting a need: laptop bags which don't look like laptop bags. 

To be sure my super-powered geek-vision wasn't clouding the issue, I checked with my better 50% (who is a history geek, band geek and photogenic fashion plate).  The verdict?  Paula agrees, these are great looking bags.

Check out Mobile Edge's line of women's bags.  If I were a woman (or cross-dresser) I'd totally go right out and buy one of these.

Madison laptop bag

 


Posted by Reeves  March 15, 2006
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# Monday, March 13, 2006
Woz sez so.

"Microsoft is not even a bad guy... you know... they want to be even more like Apple."
   - Steve Wozniak (from This Week in Tech, 3/5/2006)

 


Posted by Reeves  March 13, 2006
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# Sunday, March 12, 2006
Don't enter a persistent vegetative without one

Always one to be prepared, my parents have had a living will in effect for many years.  My dad just forwarded me his latest copy:


I, __________________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.
 
Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of nitwit politicians who couldn't pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.
 
If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:
 
 ______a Glass of Wine,
 
 ______a Margarita,
 
 ______a Cold Beer,
 
 ______anything Chocolate,
 
 ______a pork chop
 
 ______shrimp, lobster, crab legs or fish,
 
 ______the remote control
 
 ______a  bowl of ice cream
 
 ______a culinary magazine of any kind
 
 ______a hot dog, hamburger or bologna sandwich
 
 ______Sex
 
it should be presumed that I won't ever get better.
 
    When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day.  At this point it is time to call the New Orleans Jazz Funeral Band to come do their thing at my funeral, and ask all of my friends to raise their glasses to toast the good times we have had.

Signature:      ___________________________

Date:     ___________________________


Collected from the Internet (via my dad, of course).  Author unknown.

 


Posted by Reeves  March 12, 2006
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