Chrome caught up. Chrome is faster. Chrome is cleaner. And I think Chrome is smaller. I like being able to pluck pages out of the tab bar. I like being able to merge lone pages into a shared tab bar. I like being able to search in the address bar. It's an all around slick browser. And I've been slowly migrating to it for all my daily use.
Also digging me some Caprica. Those guys at Sci-Fi (SyFy!) have done it, again. Top notch writing. Great acting. With a light dusting of technology to give it some flavor. But the science doesn't over-power anything. It fleshes it out enough to make it extra interesting. I have to admit I didn't like some of the plot lines at first. But now I see the light. The slow development was like an appetizer. And now the main course is starting to be delivered to the table.
Of course, I watch it on Hulu. Which is another new addiction of mine. I don't even DVR shows any more. Hulu's got that covered, too....
Oh, sweet, sweet technology. I don't know how to quit you!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Rolled to Covington, LA, this morning. DA wouldn't talk on the phone. Had to show up in person. Cruising through some sleepy little bayou town. Spanish moss. Locals-only cafe. Dirt roads. And WHAM. A three-story, bruick and courthouse. Couple million square feet. And no parking. Had to cruise down back roads and park a half mile away from the building.
The DA finally called my ticket number. I hand him the paperwork. He says we can talk in his office. Points me to his have a seat. Hands my ticket to his admin. She types in the number. Types in my SSN. I don't say anything. And the DA says, "How about if I reduce it to a non-moving violation? Won't show up on your insurance." I nod. "That was my goal. Thank you."
Takes me longer to walk to the car than it took to settle the ticket.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Luther Wamble & Buzzin Cuzzins was playing. I swear I saw Luther 15yrs ago, in Moble, AL. He's improved with age. Makes blues look effortless and beautiful. Over, these guys are dark blues Gods. An unholy trio of funktastic swamp-bred awesomeness. Missing their performance is akin to missing the second coming of Jesus. If Ray Charles, Jimi Hendrix, and Bruce Lee had a baby with Lemmy from Motorhead, it would be a triple delivery starring Buzzin Cuzzins.
And the bass player has a 'stache so cool it could halt the Recession. I want my goatee to marry that sweet 'stache and give birth to a thunderous Lemmy-style lovechild.
And the food? Gumbo, oysters done four ways, voodoo shrimp, crab cakes, and some nummy sammiches. All of which met with high praise. Not a crumb was left behind. Detroit loved it. Bob even said, "I want to make love to this bowl of gumbo!"
A fine night. Beer, blues, good food, and friends. All that is good in life.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Most of this came out while we were in the driveway, about 20' from the front door:
- Wishes she had worn long sleeves instead.
- Wishes she had brushed her teeth again.
- Forgot to bring the oranges (which are inside) for her Mom (who we're going to see in 5min.)
- Can't wait to go to sleep tonight. Even though it is 5PM. Except the Emmy's are coming on.
Weekends. Love 'em!
After an 11hr day, we're done. Just hope the hobo didn't land in jail. But he shouldn't tangle with Great Grandma.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
She needs to figure out how to redo Liam's floor this summer. Even though I know how to do it.
She needs a new house with more space because her closet is full of too many clothes and photos.
She doesn't want to go to the party tonight because she doesn't have anything to wear.
She needs her Mom to help her decide what to wear.
She needs new boots. Wants a $300 pair. But would accept a $150 pair.
She needs to wax her hands because they are so dry from chemicals and taking care of kids this week.
She needs a different outfit because the black one won't work in this cold weather.
She doesn't want to go to my favorite non-smoking bar. Even though she doesn't have any cigarettes.
She doesn't want to watch anything up front. Especially not a show about building cars.
...that's all, for today.
Friday, March 05, 2010
My day consisted of nausea flavored with a splitting headache. At some point I come out of this gray cloud of semi-sleep and I'm standing in the Uniform Control restroom, at work. Don't really remember getting dressed or driving. But I'm standing at work, wondering if I went already or if I'm waiting to pee.
Wrapped up Friday with a few beers and some nummy Indian food at the Clay Oven. And I still can't sleep. Don't even feel the urge. So I just type and hope it brings me closer to sleep. Perchance to dream.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
On a positive note, found my way back to the gym for a second time. Abs. Forearms. Cardio. 2.5 mile run. Almost 400 calories. My foot held together. Though I couldn't keep the same pace I set a month ago. It will come back. In time. I'll get there. Hopefully without pain.
Funny how we (or at least I) spent decades ignoring our health at the price of profit. And then we spend years of sweat, toil, and money trying to reclaim what we so gladly abandoned. Which always leads to my current regret: not caring about my health until my late 30s. I could have, should have, started sooner. And how different would my life have been? What could I have accomplished for myself?
I just hope I can teach the kids to learn from my mistakes. Show them the errors of my ways. Help them break the cycle. And lead the healthy life I never lead. That would make me proud. Actually, prouder. They're already my greatest accomplishments. I just want them to be even greater.
Instead of fixing the hole, she wants to replace it. The whole fence. Um. Yeah.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
So, I finally made it back to the gym today. Chest and biceps. A mile on the treadmill. Felt good. Like meeting an old friend. A sweaty, smelly old friend. Who leaves you hurting the next day and regretting you hung out in the first place.
On a good note, I'm still at 199lbs, even after full two weeks of slack. Gives me hope I can shed another fourteen pounds by the time we hit San Destin beach in May.
On a bad note, Nurse Cindy thinks may I be rocking a stress fraction on my left foot. Something painful is happening with that bad boy. Doesn't hurt when I run. But afterwards... feels like somebody pulled a ice-coated titanium carving knife out of the freezer and wedged between the tiny bones of my foot. Fortunately it only does that every time I put my weight on it.
However, I don't have time to decipher the mystery of my ailing foot. Between work, projects, the gym, and the family, I'm constantly quoting Alice's White Rabbit: Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!
He's off to his rabbit hole. I'm off to bed. Perchance to dream.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
- Cover "everyone." Unfortunately though we've turned into a country where a significant percentage of the population does not want to spend "their money" on "those people" who just want "something for nothing." The people who want it call it "universal healthcare." The people who don't call it, "socialism."
- Provide more options. Which could mean less time in the ER to some folks. Or quicker access to more specialists for other people.
- Provide cheaper options. Everyone wants to pay less.
Here's how I look at covering everyone: sick Americans hurt everyone at some level. If we're less productive that we already are, we're worth less. And some sick folks have this nasty ability to make OTHER Americans sick. We should fix everyone. It is better for all of us. Oh, oh! "They" shouldn't get my tax dollars. "They" are getting too many "free rides." And it is just another step toward "socialism." If we're going to abolish all forms of social programs, we're going to have to take it beyond socialized medicine. We're going to have to remove other programs like... the police... the post office... our roads... the fire department... the Army... the Navy... the Airforce... the Marines. All of those are social programs And every American benefits from them.
As for money, that's a joke. As a country, we spend more money per person to get less medical coverage than any other country on Earth. We're spend 15% of our GDP on health care. We spend 5% on "defense." And healthcare-related deaths are far and away the #1 killer in America.
And here's a real crazy idea: Be a healthy country! Promote healthy eating habits. Promote healthy activity. Promote pro-active medical habits.We got a cigarette smoking POTUS with cholesterol issues. Let's start there. How about our leader shows us that personal healthcare starts with personal responsibility? Maybe then we'll see costs and lines go down.