you are in an ipod board room with a CaseLogic representative...

Dear blog, go north....

this tim3 i wont lie, I am Blogging, BUI! (Blogging while tipsy!)
i love to write then-- my sentences become so succinct and concise and undidactic! whether its a regretful email to my past or just a new post about ipods, bring forth the unheard slurred type! not to mention, i can't seem to manage to update this thing during officetower hours, so here goes the latest in ipod self-discoverty.

latest reports show the only new and exciting thing in my life, my new red product thingy ipod. its working out for me-- its got me working out! I think I have doubled my length of run time, but I can't be sure without that confounded iped(ometer). I keep meaning to tachometer it, but i never drive that way. I have been getting out twice a week, so no matter what, its an improvement on my previously stoic ass. the 'on the go' feature continues to be an enigma.

so in my effort to be cheap, i bought a last generation case. i have since determined that in there R&D for new nanos and shuffles, FIRST thing, they bring on board a CAseLogic rep. They break down all the ways that a new ipod WONT work in the last generation case, and start there.

is it acceptable to have 3 consecutive posts about an ipod?

so I have more commentary on the last extravagent purchase I will make going into a recession. It feels wrong to be consumed by it, but at least its not baby blogging (although I do have an off-colored zinger about babies in store!)

ipod nano commentary for efficient consumption:
• who determined that the wheel was such revolutionary design? its not intuitive to me, and i am practically an Ap[pl]e Genius (the original genius, not the new genius). Also- when I want to FF, I notice that my philanges sometimes graze the top or bottom and interrupt the volume. I am sure that they have workarounds for dummies, but thats not intuitive dammit!

• When I finally get my band started, the name won't begin with an A. I have already started to resent The Adverts and Abida Parveen a little bit for how often they so frequently start in, because I haven't gone through all the proper procedures to get into shuffle mode.

• When you're jogging or [st]wrangling the cord for your FM transmitter, you may notice a warning beep and then the song skips to the next one, don't be alarmed: this is Nano's AI ability to feel your pain for that song. Cute huh? The key is to shake it more than you would at the rate of jogging. Kind of how you would shake a baby. quick, short, violent stops. (whats wrong with this brain, my friends?)

• why does it take three button hits to power off my ipod nano?

ipod tale: part ii

good grief, am I to review that whole story?

A couple of follows up with regards to my new 110th generation ipod. I like it! I feel cool! I feel reconnected to music in a way that is more authentic than I thought possible. I run! I also daydream more and set real life scenes to the soundtracks of my life and all that good stuff.

The Nike connection to ipod is a total hoax:
you get a $40 pedometer that tracks your heartrate that only seems to work inside a special pair of $110(?) itenners. You also get access to an online workout community.

I've managed by syncing up the songs that keep pace with my target heartrate of 156 bpm. This isn't done mathematically, simply by its capacity to move my behind. Those songs are:
• 'Rude Boys train' by Dessmond Dekker
• 'A Ted Leo song' (ps. where's the recently played or back button on the shuffle, huh?)

My only regret is selecting the red ipod.
Now when my favorite dance song comes on, I turn into a black silhouette on a bright color, then I look down at my ipod and am reminded of Aids in Africa, and I restore to my original colors.

ipod tale: part i

I've had a reconditioned ipod nano sitting in my target online shopping cart for about a month now. I don't know what the hesitation was in getting it to replace my much whined about lost one, but something told me to wait.

A few days ago, I happened to be following macrumors.com in anticipation of Adobe CS4, when I discoverednthe new nano had been announced at a Steve Jobsy type conference–and it was practically the same price, with more capacity to rock, and it came in alotta colors.

so no brainer, I went online to buy it where I was confronted with an engraving option. I thought for a moment about what lyric i should inscribe into my newest igadgetbaby. the browser window was dormant for the rest of friday afternoon. A commitment to color was going to be decision enough.

Saturday, the smartest day to venture into the Apple store in Towson, my friend PC-teacher and I took a long overdue trip to the mall. She moved right along past the 50+ person apple store onto Anthropologip. I walked in, being the apple snob (as my mall companion calls me) thinking I deserve and will get immediate attention, as I am not there for ridunkulous requests ("I am here to trade in my ipod for one with built-in speakers.*") I know EXACTLY what I want and its right there on the table. GREEN, 8gb, no case, and no crapple care.

Apple stores have this innovative new consumer system you might be aware of: The staff all wear little registers on them and they wear tshirts with clever little slogans like "I know people". Orange shirts answer your questions and put you on a list and pretend like you are at a party. Aqua shirts get merchandise somewhere through the back of the store, maybe by bicycle in Pennsylvania. (note: do not wear these color ts into the store unless you're in to mild-manhandling.)

Orange shirts work faster, ya know? they forget that they've talked to you, and ask you what you need and you say something stupid like: "I'm on a list". meanwhile, if they had products out, you could simply hand it to them to ibuy. This pattern went on for 23 minutes, in which time, I had changed my opinion on the color of my nano about 23 times with certainty. This is a good time to point out that that the red ipod is not simply a color. I found this out cycling the table after having decided to go with charcoal so it would match all my other electronics. Whoa, red, fights Aids in Africa. how can I be so selfish with green or charcoal or white. But since I am fairly sure i want those colors, i could just make a donation and not be a slave to choices... ARRG! this is not the internal dialogue i want to be having. grumbling begins... I like lines! i like a visual display of my wait and the retards in front of me and the losers behind me.

part ii: ipod and nike, loading your ipod when you are mildly drunk and then running the next day.

inscriptions?

* do they make an ipod with built-in speakers?

acrobat replay

good bye, gegghie khan

inner peace is a total joke. you know gardening, kayaking, meditation and yoga, all that.

Mediation on the other hand, especially a long drawn out one is the true secret to sanctity. Over the course of the last two years, at one point, I was carrying 4 hatchets over friendships that ended in an unamiable way. One by one, they've faded or have been buried until this last weekend. The last gigantic five year old hatchet was very joyously, unexpectedly, and drunkenly buried like a luau pig. We laughed, we cried. We remembered times when we did the worlds most stupid things, and how we still both do the worlds most stupid things without having learned any better.

If it recultivates, it undoubtedly will be a slow-growing, different friendship. If it doesn't, thats one less awkward time I have to squeeze by someone on a narrow Smalltimore street without acknowledging them. big sigh.

Go out there and do it, my bloglleagues. You know how you cringe at a small party when schmo-and-schmo shows and blabs really loudly about how great their life is so others will undoubtedly hear it? Well you won't have to be that person anymore! Buy this one-time compadre who wronged you a shot of Viritas. Salute to friendship. Imagine Michael McDonald is playing in the background and call it a day.

adobe acrobat, get over yourself.

from the support forums, I have looked this answer up about 20 times in hopes that it has changed:

Q. Can I save Adobe PDF forms in Adobe Reader after I have filled out a PDF form?

A. Yes, provided your form has had the "local save" capability turned on with Adobe LiveCycle Reader Extensions. Team members both inside and outside an organization have access to and can interact with forms. You can easily open, fill out and submit PDF forms, even from handheld devices and over wireless connections. However, if the "local save" capability has not been activated in your PDF form, you will not be able to save the form data with Adobe Reader.

Q. (@Adobe): Did you really feel that was a sufficient and suitable answer to this question. Just make it goddamn free and built-in already!

how to eat leftover crabs

• Step 1: don't share.
  seriously, if you want to enjoy traditional overindulgence, you can't be rationing.
  
• Step 2: prepare the area.
  Get your butter knife, crate and barrel catalog, paper towels and paper plates. Also grab Disc 7 of the biography of Charles Shulz. Start the cd and make sure the volume is audible over shell-smashing. Pour the WHITE WINE!
  
• Step 3: nuke the crabs.
  place crabs (two at a time) in the microwave. Do not exceed more than a minute, because apparently they can explode.
• Step 4: Enjoy.
  You can either knife through everything like a fisherman, or you can savor through each and every nooks and crannies like a true scavenger. I opt for the latter.
  scavenger note: its good to put the finished shells and stuff on the paper plate as the crate and barrel ink on coated paper can't hold up to the crab juice and you will have a $600 coffee table on your back fin (I believe thats the big claw name).
  
• Step 5: clean up.
  throw all the trash in a plastic bag and be sure not to put it out for trash until trash day. Rats love this stuff, and we don't want them to choke on no bones. Fruitlessly wash your hands.
• Step 6: dessert.
  eat 2 blue bunny neopolitan ice cream sandwiches in rapid succession.
  

Friends, next time I hope to share the crabbing portion of these instructions. For now, I leave you with "bull lips". Back to school work.

Notes from atop the tv

From atop my mid 90's swivel magnabox, things were lookin pretty good.
Things you can't do when your rich.

What can I say, people don't like to hear others go on about their time off and how relaaaxxxing it was. Even if they are just at home free in an utterly blissful reclusiveful state.

I was going to fill you in on temporary vehicle # 3 and its radio qualities, but blogspot has got a 2" margin from the cursor mark and where the cursor is, and I am just not having it for editorial sake. good-BYE!

Some unfounded Batman trivia: (aka Spoiler mania!)

• they dubbed Christian Bale's Batman voice with Clint Eastwood's to give the Dark Knight more of a 'make my day' sort of attitude. In keeping with this, on the back of the inflated-tire cafe racer, there is a bumper sticker that says this, but you can't see it under the dangerously long cape that somehow never gets caught in the back tire.

• In the scene where Rachel Dawes (Maggie Gyllenhall) is on the phone waiting to be rescued, all of the other male characters in the movie are simultaneously engaging in a love scene in which they are praising one another for being a better type of knight. this scene was cut out for obvious rating issues.

• John McCain, turned down the role of the Joker at the last minute, due to scheduling conflicts. He cited how he would have used Sid Vicious, Iggy Pop, and Charlie Chaplin as a means for inspiration.

• the batman suit was darned entirely out of an old 1992 ford escort, with no parts left unused.

countdown to staycation: 1 week!

staycation all I ever wanted.

Yesterday, I was informed that the vacation I am taking is technically called a staycation. I haven't looked into the definition much, but I believe its when you stay home during your time away from work and sit on the tv and eat a lot of banana nut crunch and talk to your cats. It's what academia calls a sabbatical.

Of course, the inner spaz in me will want to take a hammer to the bathroom floor and start a project. The inner artist will want to paint the empty canvas that has been on the wall for a year, and finish recording some song ideas including the new rap song born out of car-radiolessness. It will be interesting to see who wins.

Ironically, the same person who tuned me into the notion of staycation, happens to need help moving into a new house, and now they know I am off.

follow up/through

That last post doesn't make much sense to me. it being late then, kinda like it is now. This time, however, I have reviewed forgotten materials from a successful semester (thank goodness for essex FALL o7 sessions). I think that tomorrows class will be much better. I am up for the challenge of the next 10 people telling me, "I'm lost". I am. I won't lose this one.

an analogy called teaching and the tennis wall

There used to be a long three paragraphs here expounding on my little title. Long night, no resolutions. thats how its ending.

extra credit: Mrs. Krabappel is an important old maid character figure, on par with Maxine and Kathy.

juno high school

snarky

Pronunciation: \ˈsnär-kē\ Function: adjective

1 : diablo cody

It's taking me quite a bit of getting used to seeing these late 80's babies portraying my generation, but I finally found the suspension necessary to disbelieve or unbelieve or not believe at all.


Then there was a hamburger phone scene (which I thought was a little forced), but authentic! I had a similar highly-cherished poorly-functioning phone through my junior high career. While my friend would read Tigerbeat snippets to me over the phone, or describe her entire school shopping booty, my chin would hit the button thinger that was very prominent at the mouthpiece when I yawned or cracked up. You basically were talking on a piece of garfields back. Why did the Garfield phone kick the hamburger phones ass? because his eyes were open when you were talking through him.

snooty mail

I hijacked the above text slug for my email signatures from a press release for happenings in Dundawk to offset my carbon footy-print.

It really harks back to the late eighties/early nineties obnoxious effort to save the world. As tho the world is on the edge of their Herman Miller Aaron chairs awaiting my messages so they can print it out and add it to the tome of officewizard correspondence...but first determine is this chapter essential?

Kind of reminds me of the time I visited the Thomas Jefferson (or some imortant dude in VA) house or museum. They (the tour man), told me how he sent out a whole series of handwritten letters via pony express just to notify his pen pals that he was too busy snuffing to return their reply.

desperately seeking validation

it seems so not web 2.0 of google to not offer some sort of social networking/user comparison option for the google history feature.

I almost don't want to know how I compare, but I really do need to know just how moronic I am. I crave feedback. do a google search on the matter, you may suggest. but now I am conscious of my figures.

Just remember: I dont' have mom down the hall to ask for the tenth time how long it takes to hard boil and egg or a roomate to tell me what the name of the awful movie I am watching with that guy from Superman and the girl from Ferris Buellers Day off.

I wonder if anyone gave up google for Lent?

cheating in games, sports, and politics - losing conditions (eliot spitzer)

During last night's class, we embarked on an interesting discussion on cheating in games and whether programmers should allow it. It incited a lot of heated debate about Hal0 III, which I can't really comment on. They all seemed to be against it in both a single-player and multi-player environment. I suggested since entertainment is the primary goal of most games, that it should be a user-defined condition. I went on to use the comparison of sports in real life. Somehow the topic kept returning to Halo and San Andreas. No doubt, the moral obligation in games is a hot topic.

So I decided to expand on cheating in sports AND politics, thanks to this real life Johnny Dangerously little brother. This guy is way more of a real disappointment to me more than all these juicing sports figures nabbed by the media. I don't hold athletes to their so-called moral obligation of being a hero and a role model. I certainly don't feel that way about politicians. I really try to not react to private life matters, but when you are a halo-hailing, crime-busting "steam-rolling" politician, and you fuck up, after raising the stakes of yer own egomanical game ... Reap what you spew, blowhards!

gaming friday

I have began to immerse myself into gaming quite abit ... or at least recognize how frequently games in the loose sense play a roll in my procrastination lifestyle. "Let me play x games of mahjonng before I do the dishes. I will complete this 1 crossword puzzle before I do anything else." Within that crossword puzzle, I have a condition to not take more than 3 hints before I have to accept the fact that I have cheated.

So beyond the casual gaming, I also stumbled upon the world of warcraft after seeing a creative director's justification of using a rhone (rune sp?) for a blood elf because it looked cool. While the other director explained it was clearly part of the lore.

I also registered for Disney's Pirates of the Carribean which is my first online role-playing gaming experience. So in this game, you get extensive ability to really carve out your avatars appearance down to bridge and nostril width. You even get a sliding scale of body type from Kiera Knightly to Lara Croft.

So in exploring my gaming experiences, I wonder what this wii does for Katamari Damacy... you get a giant ball right?

Feather in Cap, Bee in Bonnet FICBIB- installment II

fridays are a hard day to blog. so last fridays bit of wisdom is this:

when you have made an error, or in my case, I should state, when you are involved in an error at work, and your supervisor likes to keep a Bodyworlds2 type reproduction of your cajones on his/her desk, it is best to take a soft approach. This means that while you are in the company of other colleagues, be sure to address to your supervisor that you need their 'help' with a project later on. This helps them feel like they are the big gorilla. At that later time, you can explain the situation in a way that seems like anyone would have made the same mistake and it all goes unnoticed.

king of the mooks

this was going to be an extended definition of my favorite new highly-useable insult/adjective (see title). I kinda don't feel like it now since I forgot by best metaphor. Instead I give you Bill Cunningham.

and this video (a parody of mooks by the comedy troupe Tripod).

bodyworlds2 (a sequel?) revisted

so you may have noticed the chatter by the wjz wudder kewler that there is a nationwide story about these 'BodyWorld-type' exhibits, and how there are two competing manufacturers. One uses the unauthorized bodies of chinese war prisoners and the other uses consenting lunatics who knew exactly what they were doing. Don't worry MDSCI has a conscience.

I was lying in bed last night after a dream very similar in theme to this exhibit, which prompted me to raise the question: just what is plastination? and sure, the science center explains this relatively newly invented process, but I don't want to read all that! I just have to think of that image of bare bone, to know that the word plastination is a clever devise to lead your three pound gem away from the fact the process is really a simple one called, boilination. The french dude that developed it thought, if the audiences associate the clean sterile image of plastics to it, they won't mind investigating a corpse up close without rolfing. I am onto you frenchy!

3 doses of veronica mars at bedtime

(with a dash or work stress and homework anxiety) creates this:

I was rushing to my life enrichment class at the classic mall that exists in my dreams (not to be confused with the mall of my dreams). its a giant mall similar in scope to Oz, and its only accessible by a totally sketched-out abandoned parking lot where there is a Box and Save and Rite Aid. I get into the class as my teacher is talking to some other students about some Beatles trivia in the news. He then told us that he had just gotten his haircut like a famous rocker, across the mallway, where they decided to supplement the salon income by doubling as daycare, which Mr. Rosso complained about. Class was about to start when he noticed the kitten in my lap that I found and rescued on the parking lot. He said, "unless you would like me to sneeze the whole lecture like I did at those kids, I need you to get rid of that thing." Since I didn't have my homework, it was a nobrainer that I was just going to leave. Meanwhile he started class, where the first powerpoint slide said:
----------------------
Music appreciation will:

• blah

• blah blah

• help cheerleaders
---------------------

As Mr. Rosso was going into detail about these points, I started collecting all my bags, when I realized that I was wearing no shirt, just my baby blanket, draped around my shoulders like a poncho. I noticed T.Suggs sneaking a peek as I kept bending over to pick up my 10 bags while I held the kitten to my breast. As I would pick up one bag, another would fall or my blanket would slide off my sleeve, or the kitten would get away. THIS HAPPENED FOR ETERNITY, until I said to myself, come on! this is the kind of stuff that happens in dreams! When I finally managed to pick up everything, below my last bag, lo and behold! my shirt! At that point, I decided I was used to the faded cotton poncho look.

I left for the parking lot where on my way I stopped by the old coffee stand I used to work for. All the new jhu students were book-smart, common-sense-dumb as ever and I had to keep helping them do things and of course they were weeded. The cops then came and asked where my license to operate a cart was. The till of the register had no door and I just grabbed my stuff and got on the next water taxi out of there.

hideaway then bodyworlds2 now

so there are some creepy similarities.

i would like to acknowledge that i missed the second installment of my new series, Feather in Cap, Bee in Bonnet. I was busy trying to leave work early or something. thats just the kind of irregularity you'd come to expect when you used to visit this blog.

one final mention for todays entry. today is what has come to be known as the "potomac" or "chesapeake" primary. A much better way to describe the glen burnie accent in my estimation, btw. Its the first primary I have ever voted in, and I may have thrown my vote away by not selecting any of the "did-not-fully-read-delegates-of-some-nature-with-the-presidential-candidates-in-parens".
just thought I would confess that.

what if Mickey Mouse actually gets the popular vote?

learning to variables, 8, 1

so i can't remember if I mentioned this in my blog about the recession, but it hit me in the form of low enrollment, leaving me with no teaching or taking. So before it was too late, I combed the credit schedule for another class that would fit into my array called life, and it turned out to be game programming I.

Now. I am no beginner to the world of programming:

• I've had ~100 hours keying syntax from the coil binder that came with my commodore 64 to get a ball to bouncy; and
  
• during high school, BASIC and PASCAL. I was no cheating slouch.

I thought I might take a stab at relaying my thoughts of the class in action script. Here goes:

//multimedia game programming class first impressions
//defining variables
intAverageAgeClassmates=18;
intAgeOfficewizard="";

//now we are getting to some meat and potatoes software biz
student1.name=officewizard;
student1.lastmathclass= intAverageAgeClassmates - 13;
if(gender="female") {
nails="biting"
};

so if all of that didn't compute to you or trace out properly, this says in computerese that the instructor told us for our first assignment, we could convince our parents to buy us a new game.

During class two, I was able to help debug myneighbor.laugh="every rude sound from his online game"; and I was able to even see a shortfall in the instructors code although I was not confident when I suggested it. It led me to look around the room and notice, including myself, all of the females were biting their nails!?!?!

yours truly;
first person shooter.

feather in cap, bee in bonnet (new!)

I am going to attempt to feature a new section called feather in cap, bee in bonnet. Per my namesake, it shall pertain specifically to the culture of work and I will try to always post it on Casual Friday. The phrase Feather in your cap comes from the early days of hunting and slaying either prey (food) or enemies (coworkers). Office life has largely taken the place of these sort of activities. The phrase, 'bee in your bonnet' was on Jeopardy last night.

The FICBIB* for this week:

Embolden your vocabulary.

when things aren't going your way, address coworkers in meetings with the following:
argumentative, bellicose, contentious, discordant, disputatious, gladiatorial, pugnacious, truculent, acidic, bearish, bilious, choleric, dyspeptic, ill-humored, ill-natured, ill-tempered, irascible, irritable, ornery, peevish, pettish, petulant, querulous, rude, snappish, snappy, surly, waspish, warring

when things aren't going your way. Refer to yourself in the future tense with the following: affable, amiable, amicable, complaisant, conciliatory, cordial, genial, good-natured, good-tempered, gracious, ingratiating, obliging, pleasant, sociable; nonbelligerent, pacific, peaceable

Was I hot? Yes, I was hot.

John McCain. April 24, 1974 (from wikipedia)

Son of a Mill worker!

Did I know John Edwards? Maybe he really did back the little man and wasn't just a slow-fast-talking lawyer. I just don't know anymore. I guess its still an upHill battle from here.

oh, and Ina Jaffy.

how to approach fridays work uprising:

6-10: Top NPR Names (extended mix)

6. Tavis Smiley
7. Audy Cornish
8. Lakshmi Singh
9. Tie: Nina Totenberg and Carl Castle
10. Diane Fin-Lacin'

Be alarmed. Be very alarmed

Okay, I can't find it now, but there was a picture of Henry Paulson, chairperson of the stock market or whatever, in his little blue stock market penny before the Dow opened this morning crying. no joke.

I don't really know what it means when rich people are afraid to bet their money, but I can be certain that they didn't get rich being stupid. Its scary. I can only paint a picture as bleak as the opening scene of this movie or this movie in the future ahead.

I am known for my pennysaving so I think I will be okay for a while. I will continue to exist off bags of .50 split pea soup for each of the coming recession weeks. Maybe I will adopt some of the habits that my dear gram, who lived through the Depression, (rest her soul), practiced:

• stuffing one kleenex in my wristwatch to use ALL day (possibly month) long.
• if I should receive any presents, I will open them with the hypervigilance of a U.S. bomb detection person/dog as a means to retain that paper for blankets, clothing, and sandwich wraps.
• keep my CB on all day instead of tv as it calls on less electrical force.
  

However, making ends meet to pay my bills will be more difficult. Enrollment at the not-so-local community college has plummeted too -- snatching away BOTH of my supplemental income classes along with my life enrichment class.

Hillary sent me an email the other day (she always sends me emails), asking me how the economy effects me. I figured my story didn't pull the kind of heartstrings the way someone who makes their own shoes does so I deleted it, but let me put the question to you, dear reader. How does the weakening economy effect you?

don't be alarmed

I have chose to make a few more updates to the look and feel of officewizard. It's all part of the revival. These changes include:

• editing the title but not the url (so that I don't get countless blogrollees banging down my inbox in frustration!).
  
• Some minor color tweaking based upon Martha's hot new color selections for 2008. (again, don't worry, I maintained the white background so you can still print out each post on your Okidata® Dot Matrix printer without cursing my name for using up all the waxy ink.)
  

x^2 files

"The Stephenville Empire-Tribune says at least 40 people have reported sightings of the object, which reportedly appeared in the sky just after 6 p.m. on Jan. 8."- USA Today


WHERE ARE THE iPHONES (photos)????

update: a coworker directed my attention to this video of a bird in a sock.

I preferred the image in my head.

Top 5 NPR names

In keeping with the audio factor, these have not been spellchecked:

1. David Folkenflick (the only last name I might ever care to adopt besides my own awesome one)
2. Quinn Klinefelter
3. Aniban Basu (I happen to know how this one's spelled since he spoke at my employment)
4. Sylvia Pagoli
5. Ira Flato

resolutionary

Looking back, 2007 will go down in history for me as the year I got a $20 Old Navy 50% lambs wool sweater absolutely free.

Looking ahead, I see a lot of potential for this year of biological alarm clock snooze. I'll be celebrating my teaching anniversary this spring, and with that, fistsfuls of praise and presents from students leading me to believe I may be good at it, despite all the procrastination it brings out in me. I've upped my teaching capacity and I will be auditing one class that promises to enrich my life.

Although 2008 includes pursuing teaching tip with more umpheres, I ruled out my original plan-- grad school, offering wider teaching opportunity, but insignificant to cost, dollarbility. (see officewizard finance 2.0)

A teaching colleague sent me this yahooyed list of jobs with major growth, citing number seven as a way to encourage students about their future/choices. Looks like BabyBoomer ButtWiper Assistant is the wave of the future, kids. Heck performance doesn't look too shabby either.

On a smaller scale, I am going to accomplish the things on my google to do list I have been staring at the longest (everyday for six months). That means you, Rent Anil's Ghost and Tori Amos from Enoch Pratt Library and you too new dentist and try to sew Civil War Inspired legwarmers.