Friday, March 30, 2007

Do Re MeMe

Since I recently discovered I have complete musical influence over the internet I figured I'd do the latest meme going around.

ne me quitte pas - Regina Spektor - This could be the most headache/Vomit inducing video on youtube. Whoever designed that set should be hung. But, the Ne Me Quitte Pas pool is shallow.

lollipop - Mika - I'm pretty sure that by putting this on here it makes me at least partially gay.

rehab - Amy Winehouse - There were three Winehouse songs I wanted to put on this, but this the performance from Letterman that Kenslee and I watch together at least once a day. It puts the biggest smile on her face every morning.

alfie - Lily Allen - This song comes on about 45 minutes into my running playlist and always peps me up

dashboard - modest mouse -I'd never seen this video until I just searched for it. It like it. It reminds me of my new favorite tv show, Deadiest Catch.

merry happy - Kate Nash - No explanations here. I just like this song.

jenny owen youngs - Fuck Was I - Pure, unadulterated Perez Hilton referral.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007


Sometimes I'll write something that isn't all that funny or interesting, but it will end up with 20 comments because I'm simply too lazy to write anything else and that post just sits there for days. I wonder how long I'll have to keep this post up to get 50 comments...

Monday, March 26, 2007

A quick run to Baltimore, now back

Eight weeks ago I printed out a 14 week schedule to train for the Broad Street Run on May 6th. The total mileage on the training plan is 246 miles. In the past 8 weeks I've only missed one run, of 5 miles. Today marks the halfway point. 121 miles down, 120 miles to go. One would assume that when someone runs 121 miles in less than 8 weeks they've probably lost a good deal of weight. In the past 8 weeks I've lost 5 pounds. I lost them all when I got sick and missed that 5 mile run. I never regained all of the 9 pounds I lost when I was sick.

When I ran my first 2 mile run I looked at my schedule ahead and I shook my head and mentally berated myself up for starting something so stupid such as running 246 miles in 14 weeks. Now that I'm halfway there and I'm running 8 and 9 miles at a time, several times a week, I'm feeling better about starting this up. I'm not in too much pain, I feel strong, I feel healthy and I'm looking forward to the next 120 miles. And while I feel great, I'm not losing weight. If you want to feel great, run. If you want to lose weight stick your finger down your throat. I hear bulimia works wonders on the scale.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

She's a Wino

About two weeks ago Amy Winehouse was on Letterman. I tivo'd it and was watching it one day when Kenslee was in the room. It mezmorized her more than Elmo does. She'll come from another room to watch Elmo, but loses interest after a few minutes. I can play this song over and over and she never takes her eyes off the tv. It's crazy.

If this works, thanks to Jacob. I never even noticed the "embed code" on youtube.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Two questions and an insincere comment

Question: Can anyone tell me how to imbed a youtube clip into a post?

Question: I turned it on at the last minute... what the hell was wrong with that sobbing little girl on American Idol last night? I was embarrassed for her.

Insincere comment: Am I the only one who doesn't feel bad/sorry/happy for the lost boy scout? For some unexplainable reason he reminds me of the runaway bride.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Boring Post

A week since my last post already? I look back at my old posts and I'd have 10-12 posts a week. Now I'm lucky if I write one. I wish I could say it's because I've been so busy, but it's really just that I'm lazy and uninteresting.

I actually went through a rare depression this weekend. I've been training to run a 10 mile race in May and this weekend I had a 5K scheduled to see where I was at. But on Friday it snowed and the 5K got cancelled. So, I ended up just going running on the treadmill at the gym and I was tired and running 6 miles on a treadmill just blows. Then I ended up running too fast or something and I felt ill for the rest of the day. An Irishman that can't drink on St. Pattys Day is like.... I guess an Irishman that can't drink on St. Patty's Day is as bad as it gets. Sunday, I didn't feel much better and didn't leave the house all day. Monday morning Kenslee woke up with pink eye and that only added to my downward spiral. I worked a halfday from home and midway through the day things started to pick up when I went outside to throw snowballs at a Stop Sign. I'm dead serious that I had fun doing this. I'm like a 12 year old some most times. I later went for a run and felt very good and my depression lifted more. Before Kenslee went to bed last night she took her first steps and that made life a little more awesome. I'm not 100% sure I can call them her first steps though. She was standing and I held out a stuffed animal and she stepped her right foot towards it. Then she stepped her right foot toward it again, then her right foot again. She looked like she had her left foot nailed to the ground and just walked a half circle. It was funny and awesome and she'll probably be running around the house in a week or two. And today I downloaded Modest Mouse's new cd before I came into work and I'm listening to it now and life is good again. If you've made it this far I'm sorry for boring you.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

You're Fhired

I'm the only programmer for the portion of the project I work on. We're hiring someone to join me so today I'll be interviewing someone for the first time in my life. He's got stuff on his resume dated back to 1982, when I was 7. This means he's old. Old people smell, so I'm glad it's a phone interview. I've been struggling with coming up with some questions that will give me a good idea if he and I will work well together. Like if he can juggle, or how much beer he can drink, or if he has a blog and if it's any good. I'm actually kinda nervous for this because I don't want to agree to hire someone I don't jive well with. While I am glad I don't have to smell him it would be easier if he were in the office because then we could have a good old fashioned arm wrestling match to decide if he's worthy. Wish me luck!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Don't be jealous I got to go to the Dentist yesterday.

That's right, I got to go to the dentist yesterday and you didn't! Every six months I get excited as my dentist day approaches. I usually start a countdown. 5 days, 4 days, 3 days, 2 days, dentist day! Glorious, wonderful dentist day. I always hope that I'll have some cavities, but I never do. I'm thinking I should stop brushing so I end up getting to go to the dentist 3 or 4 times a year instead of only 2. Why do I enjoy the dentist so much you ask? Free massages. My dentist is like a spa dentist or something. Tranquil music, free chair massages, heated scented neck warmers while your teeth are worked on. It's totally like a day at the spa without the manicure, pedicure, or facial. Plus there's a little more scraping, bleeding and pain than the normal spa day. But, it's all worth it for that free 5 minute chair massage. 179 days until my next dentist day!!!

Monday, March 05, 2007

One child's left behind

When Titso was pregnant we took one of those stupid tests and the results came back positive and that meant there was a higher chance of downs syndrome or retardation or some other defect in the baby. We went for follow up tests which told us the original results were wrong and the baby was ok. Even though we were told she would be fine I was still scared when she was born. She came out looking normal and acting normal. The only defect was that she had a butt dimple. A little indent above her butt. The doctors told us it would fill in as she gained weight and it has. Now it looks only like her butt crack curves very slightly at the top.

Even though she seemed normal at birth I still look for signs that something's wrong with her. Can she see ok? Can she hear ok? Does she have all her motor skills. All of those seem ok. She seems to be a perfectly healthy baby. Except I've noticed more and more that a major physical defect is coming out. She's left-handed. If she were a boy, that would be awesome and I'd start training him now to be the Phillies #1 starting pitcher in 2030. But, a left handed girl is only one step above a retarded* girl. In fact, not a single good person throughout history has ever been left handed. Proof:

Joan of Arc – burned at the stake
Julius Caesar – stabbed in the back
Prince Charles/William - gay
Fidel Castro - dicktator
Henry Ford – too lazy to walk
Helen Keller – a woman
John F. Kennedy, Jr. – bad pilot
Richard Simmons - annoying
Jack-the-Ripper – good killer
Jimi Hendrix – died on own vomit
Seal - ugly
Michelangelo/Raphael/Leonardo – mutant turtles
George Burns - old
Tom Cruise - crazy
Fran Drescher - stupid
Kermit the Frog – not even a real person
Angelina Jolie - crazy
Howie Mandel – annoying obsessive compulsive
Joe Piscopo - pedophile
Keanu Reeves – bad actor
Oprah Winfrey - annoying

* No offense...