Year: 2006

A classic movie scene:

I sent this to Dirk because he’s taking forever to play our Space Empires computer game, and I figure he’s just afraid of my massive fleets and the fact that I’m going to conquer the galaxy.

“The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.”

— e.e. cummings

Mmm… Unix geek humor.

(Trust me, it’s hilarious if you know what “sudo” is.)

Here’s a direct quote from an e-mail message sent by Radio Shack to about 400 of its employees:

Nice. Gotta love how technology makes everything more… efficient.

Wow.

So it looks like President Bush is going to tour the country giving a series of speeches about (surprise!) the War in Iraq and the War on Terror. When asked about the speeches, he said, “they are not political speeches.”

Umm, yeah. Right. Remind me again how desperate the Republicans are to maintain their stranglehold on Congress this November.

In another part of his speech about the speeches, Bush said, “We have a duty in this country to defeat the terrorists.”

No, Mr. President, we don’t. We cannot defeat the terrorists– ever. This is a war that can’t be won, and to continue banging away with this tired rhetoric only insults the rest of us.

Sigh.

It’s funny how music is tied to memory. When I hear certain songs, I can’t help but think of some crazy incident from the distant (or sometimes not-so-distant) past.

Today I was driving to a meeting and listening to a random mix of stuff. Several songs provoked hilarious memories..

Pour Some Sugar on Me (Def Leppard) — The party in Aron’s basement, circa 1989, with a bunch of foreign-exchange babes. His house was always the party house, and we were playing ping-pong and pinball and generally having a grand time. Until, that is, Mike decided to “scratch” with some of Aron’s LP’s and caused quite a reaction from Aron.

It’s the End of the World as We Know It (R.E.M.) — Cruising St. Charles, also in 1989 or so, listening to the song over and over, straining to understand the lyrics so we could sing along. Screaming “Leonard Bernstein!” (at the appropriate part of the song) because everyone knows that line.

Crumblin’ Down (John Mellencamp) — The “rewritten” version we sang in 1988 or so, mocking our rather overweight German teacher, Frau Rawls. Our version went something like “When the Rawls come crumblin’ down…” We were so mean.

Thriller (Michael Jackson) — Sitting beside mom and dad’s old radio, tape recorder in hand, just waiting for the DJ to play the song so I could record it. Because it was, of course, the coolest song ever. At least for a week or so.

Good times, good times.

It looks like Hurricane Ernesto is going to smack into Florida pretty soon, and that means this year’s orange crop could be devastated. That’s bad news for a lot of people down there, but also for me. As a guy who drinks two quarts of orange juice per day, I’m apparently going to have to adjust my budget for the impending rise in orange prices.

Gotta avoid scurvy, you know.

This morning I woke up with a sore spot on my back. Closer inspection (by Laralee, since I can’t see it very well in the mirror) shows that it’s apparently a bite. There’s a big inflamed red area, with two tiny white dots in the middle. Fang marks, cool!

Now Laralee’s all upset because there are apparently evil spiders living in our bed.

Last night some friends and I were planning to climb Long’s Peak. I’ve never climbed a Fourteener (with the exception of Mount Evans, which is cheating because you drive almost to the top) so I was pretty stoked. My pack was ready, all of my goodies stowed, and I got the news that an early snowfall had socked in the trail up at the summit. The snow cover was only six inches or so, but it was enough to turn a moderately difficult climb into a highly technical one.

Thus, we had to cancel the trek. The snow won’t melt until next June or July, so we’re going to have to wait until next year to make the trip.

Too bad– it’s really pretty up there. Here’s a shot from two years ago, when Tom and I climbed to Chasm Lake (near the summit).