Hollywood Annoys

Time to get a post up here; it's been a few days since I've posted.

In all reality I'm just postponing working.  I've got a ton of DBG projects to work on, and a huge project or two at my full-time job too.  Instead of working on them, I've been watching ER reruns and movies and such.  Whoops.

I recently watched Crash, and was surprised to find it in the Top 100 movie list.  It was interesting, but I didn't think it was all that great of a movie.  It was one of those movies that I find myself unable to stop watching, but not because it's great.  Actually, it's more because if I stop watching a movie because I don't like it, about 6 months later I end up renting the damn thing again in case I was simply having a bad day.  Then I waste 2 MORE hours watching the same stupid ass flick, albeit all the way through.

Damn, that's annoying.

Anyway, I had intended to make a blog post on Thursday squawking about the number of production company logos I had to sit through when I watched Crash.  It was 6 or 7, I believe.  I mean, I'm all about putting logos on work, and for damn sure my company logo is all over anything I do, but still.... I thought perhaps the entire movie was going to be company logos crashing into each other.

Actually, I could make that post and backdate it so you'd think I was updating more regularly.  I would, but nobody reads this crap.  I mean, it's like I'm talking to my imaginary friend or something... nobody's there.  Who the hell can spell Madajczyk, anyway?

Foreign Objects

This just happened a minute ago.  I decided to watch a movie, specifically Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels tonight once I had the boys down.

I set the disc in my recently purchased Samsung DVD player and close the drawer.  Then I ran to the fridge to get a drink.  When I returned, I saw the drawer was still open.

Curious.  So I pushed it closed again, and about 2 seconds later it opened up again.  No errors, no warnings, but there it was, sticking it's mechanically operated tongue out at me.  Sonuva....

After a good thirty seconds of pondering, I remembered that I saw Toliver over by the player earlier this evening.  So I took the disc out, picked up the the player, and then rotated the player so that it was facing the floor.

I proceeded to shake the living crap out of it. Lo and behold, out pops a 128 mb CompactFlash card of which Toliver apparently decided that he needed to install into the DVD player slot.

I'm somewhat waiting for the MPAA to show up and start screaming that I was trying to dupe the disc onto the CompactFlash card...


Made some design changes to the blog yesterday and today.  I'll probably make a few more changes, but since I'm not quite sure what look I'm going for yet, I don't know when I'll get it changed.

I had intended on doing a lot of work on the dbgDNS and dbgWHOIS sites this weekend, but just didn't seem to get to them. Perhaps I'll take some vacation time soon.

My search for new housing continues.  Granted, I've moved a lot over the past 10 years, but this time I actually have a good reason: I want to get Carter (and Toliver eventually) into a different school district, preferably one that his daycare will work with.  My lease isn't up until the end of August so I've got some time, but I'll probably be moving at the beginning of August to get everything situated.

Miss Hornypenny

Had an interesting telephone call this evening.  While speaking with a female friend of mine, she happened to mention that was horny.  Very horny.  Not necessarily with me in mind or anything, but just in general.

Dammit, I'm a single guy.  She's a single woman.  That particular comment is enough to ensure that sleep will come hard (okay, that was a singularly poor choice of words) for days.  You just can't do that kind of stuff to a single guy!

Okay, well, maybe she can, because it's not like I'm going anywhere after hearing that.  My attention is now solely and completely focused on the telephone and every word being spoken through it.  Let's be honest, it's probably one of the better offers I've received over the past year, and it was more of a general comment than anything else.

If you've ever watched Keen Eddie, you'll understand better if you think about the teasing and beautiful Miss Moneypenny.  If you haven't seen the show, go buy the DVD set.  Now.

It's okay, I'll wait.

Anyway, I doubt there's anything new information-wise in here to most women.  Most of you have figured out how easy it is to wrap a man around your finger, long-term or just for a few minutes.  In our defense, it's not that we're stupid; it's just really hard (ugh!) to think when you're being deprived of oxygen to the brain.

State-sponsored Pilgrimage

Every 8 years in Wisconsin, most adults make a pilgrimage.

Not to vote... the interval is different for that.  Some vote more than that, others vote less. 

Not to the bar.  I said every 8 years, not every night.

No, this is the pilgrimage to the Department of Motor Vehicles to renew the drivers license.  Granted, every driver in every state needs to go down there on a regular basis, but I live in Wisconsin (dammit).

So, I made the trip down this morning to get my drivers license renewed.  I knew it was going to be a blast, but I figured I'd be all right since I had already filled out the paperwork beforehand.  I decided to take Carter with me.  I had promised him most of the day out of daycare (unlike Toliver, who's too little to remember all those promises yet!).

We arrived just before 11 a.m. and I was given number A034.  They were serving A029 at the time, so I figured I was doing okay.  How long could it take to get to A034?

Just long enough to make a 5 year old antsy.

Twenty or so minutes later, just as the number clicked over to A033, Carter said that he needed to use the restroom.  I asked him to wait because we were almost done.  He then announced to the entire building that he had to go now, so I took him in there.

He managed to take just long enough for my number to be called.  Now, these DMV guys don't screw around.  They have a little tag board thing that has the current number on there, and it has a thing like a doorbell attached to it.  If you don't answer immediately, they ding the doorbell and give you a few nanoseconds before they move to the next number.  Sonuva...

So then we started over.  Got a new number, started waiting again.  Just before my number was called, he decided he had to go again.  In no uncertain terms I turned him down.  He was angry, mainly because he has no patience.

You know who else has no patience?  The clerks behind the counter.  For as much as they're making, and as many benefits as they get being state workers, you'd think they'd actually smile a bit.  I mean, I thought I was in the Post Office or something.

The rest of the story is a blur, mainly ticked off DMV workers who were angry that I chose their office to get my license renewed.  But, we ran the gauntlet and managed to survive the ordeal.

I have 8 years to get the hell out of this state.