My job allows for me to see all sorts of technology before other people. It also allows for me to watch television shows and movies on one monitor while I do work on another. This is very convenient because I am able to stay current on a lot of the shows that I enjoy watching. I also get to watch a lot of stuff that I wouldn’t otherwise have the time to. No, I don’t just watch TV all day. I do get to see an episode here or there though.
One of the shows that I was introduced to by my coworkers is a British comedy called The IT Crowd. This is a true comedic gem. It’s about two computer geeks and their female, know-nothing-about-IT boss who work in an IT department. They are typical basement dwellers who only come out to fix the things that technically challenged people shouldn’t be using anyway. They just finished up the third season in the UK and there have been talks of bringing it to the US a la The Office. (I’m keeping my fingers crossed on this actually happening but it’s probably doubtful that it will.)
I’ve posted enough about death on this site over the past few months. There’s no need for me to post more about the subject now. It is tax time though and, as the saying goes, “something something death and taxes”.
Holly and I will usually get a good tax return. I found out earlier this week that this year will be no different. We had originally planned on taking the kids to Disneyland and buying a 52″ LCD television for the basement. Given the current economic situation, we have decided to be a bit more responsible and pay bills. We’re also going to buy some food storage and a few other “responsible” items but it’s not going to be all fun and games like we had originally planned. I’m a bit bummed that I’m going to have to wait for my new TV but I’ll deal with it. I’d much rather be able to defend myself with a full tummy during the inevitable robot uprising than watch 24 in high-definition. (If I keep telling myself that, I might eventually believe it.)
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve enjoyed comic books. In between the times that I’d get to find out what happened in the newest issue of GI Joe, Batman, or Superman, I’d supplement my love for comics by reading the Sunday comics. I would even choose which newspaper to get based solely on which comics they printed.
Now that I’m older and have children of my own, I still enjoy reading the Sunday comics. I’m also proud to say that Emma has found the joy that a few well written panels can bring. When Holly goes through the paper on Sundays, she has started setting the comics aside for Emma to read. I really enjoy seeing Emma read comics. I’ve taught her well.
This video almost makes me want to get a cat. Almost. I’m guessing very few cats are cool enough to keep me entertained by jumping face first into a mirror all day every day.
Ever since Holly decided to go to nursing school, we’ve had more than our fair share of babysitters watch the kids during the day. Now that she’s finished and only works a couple of days a week, we still have a need for somebody to watch our kids. This is a decision that we take very seriously.
A few weeks ago, the lady who was watching the kids informed Holly that she needed to spend more time volunteering at her kids’ school. I can’t fault her for that but I wasn’t happy with the fact that she would no longer be watching Alex and Hannah. The kids loved going over there and she was good with them. Plus, she lives just down the street so, on nice days, we could actually walk the kids to or from her house.
Like the title of this post would imply, I don’t dance. I just don’t enjoy forcing my limbs to flail about as if independent from my torso. I look foolish enough on my own; I don’t need to throw my pitiful dancing dancing abilities into the mix.
I’ve never really enjoyed dancing. In high school, I would go to dances, but that’s because my friends were there. It didn’t hurt that there were also girls there, but now that I’m married, going where the ladies are isn’t very high on my priority list. I think that it falls just above “route canal”. Well, maybe below. I can’t be certain.
Ever since we’ve been married, Holly has wanted me to take her dancing. I have been very good at avoiding having to commit to this but I knew that my luck would eventually run out. Saturday night, that well finally ran dry.
Last Thursday night, I was sitting in my much-despised Stats II class when I received a phone call from my dad. Given the fact that I was in a class that I really needed to stay in, I couldn’t take the call and had to let it go to voice mail. As soon as I was able to, I listened to the message and learned that my grandfather’s home has been sold and that the family was going to Paul on Saturday to clean his things out. Of course I wanted to go so I made the necessary arrangements and, on Saturday, Holly and I loaded the kids in the van and we made the trip to Idaho.
I’m so tired of hearing about the current economic state of our country. Well, not so much that, as I am hearing from politicians that say we have to do something right now or we’re all doomed. These people helped contribute the the current disaster. Why should I trust them to fix it? Oh, it’s because they say that they’re smarter than me.
Spending money hasn’t fixed the problem. Case in point: Citi received somewhere along the lines of $300 billion for their ineptitude. They then turned around and doubled their credit card holders’ interest rates due to “tough economic conditions.” This could potentially double a person’s minimum payment rendering it impossible for said person to continue making double payments to get out of debt faster. And what about those that could barely make their minimum payments? How does making it harder for people to pay their bills, increasing the amount of defaults, put more money in your pocket? I don’t get it. Again though, these people keep telling us how they’re the smart ones so we need to shut up and do as we’re told.
