10/09/2010

The hardwood project is finally complete. We started about a month ago and although the floor itself has been finished for a couple of weeks, it took a while to get everything moved back into the rooms.

The most dramatic change is the family room. When we started, it was carpeted… but given the high traffic to the back yard, the carpet was getting pretty well worn. With the furniture cleared out, you can see two pretty distinct rectangles of lighter carpet: one for the coffee table, and one against the wall for the couch. This photo really doesn’t do justice to how worn and dirty the carpet had become.

While Laralee tore up the carpet in her office, I tackled the family room. It was actually kind of fun to yank out the carpet and pad. Removing the tack strips and staples wasn’t quite as exciting, but in the end the family room had the base plywood floor:

Bring in the heavy equipment: sander, vacuum, mini table saw, and stacks upon stacks of wooden planks.

Because the kitchen had been hardwood and the family room hadn’t, it was necessary to rip out some of the planks in the kitchen and slide in the new ones. The goal was a seamless transition– pretty tricky since it was a diagonal join and the old planks were eight years old.

All the boards have been laid, but they look pretty dull. They’ll need to be sanded (along with the rest of the downstairs) and then refinished.

The finished product looks pretty sweet. As it turned out, you can’t even see the “seam” between the kitchen and the family room. The wood matched perfectly, the staining was consistent, and the sanding was beautiful (no obvious circles).

Now, with everything moved back into the room, it looks fabulous. Laralee comments every few days about how she loves the new floor.

Caveat: we didn’t do the actual work on the floors– we hired a local guy. But he did such a great job that we paid him more than we’d agreed on. It was that good.

10/09/2010

Kyra braided her hair last night, left in the braids all night, and then undid them this morning. It’s a fun look– very different than her usual straight hair.

10/04/2010

Actual e-mail conversation between Alex and his cousin Gabe, over the span of about a week:

Gabe: sup alex

Alex: sup gabe. was happenin?

Gabe: not much. what about u?

Alex: nutin.

Gabe: me neither.

Wow, deep thoughts from teenagers! And to think that when I was a teenager, we didn’t have all this new-fangled communication technology. We had to have conversations like this in person.

10/03/2010

I’m downloading a free app for my iPhone and apparently the terms of use have changed. Of course I have to agree to the new terms, even though the app doesn’t cost anything and thus shouldn’t need any of my personal information. Nonetheless, I have to login and read the terms… all 55 pages of them. That’s right: there are fifty-five pages of text, where each page is several iPhone screens long.

Naturally no one really reads those terms. Apple could insert whatever they want in there, and then later come back and say “But you agreed to them!”. Whee.

10/01/2010

I’m looking to buy a new USB cable for a printer, and came across a great review. The user had rated it four stars but mentioned a few problems with it:

Cons: It does not make pancakes.

I used it to extend the distance of a webcam so I could spy on my stupid dog while I was at work without her knowing about it. This cable is not great if you want to determine how to better grow your 401k to beat the Lipper Average.

Sage advice. I don’t need pancakes and don’t have a dog or a 401k account, so perhaps this is the right cable for me.

09/15/2010

Today a ten-pound package from Staples showed up at the door. I thought maybe Laralee had ordered a thousand pens or something. I certainly hadn’t ordered anything from Staples, although the box was addressed to me.

So I opened it and to my surprise it was full of… candy!

Then I remembered one of my clients saying they wanted to express their appreciation for our hard work on their web site over the past few months. They had asked me what they could get to show their gratitude, and I jokingly said a box of candy would probably suffice.

Next time I should ask for a Porsche.

09/15/2010

Reading an online tutorial about encoding and decoding JSON data from a web site, I noticed a great ad on the bottom of the page.

Whoa. I’m not sure what’s worse: his grimace, his greasy parted hair, his creepy keyboard hands, or the fact that if he really worked in IT he wouldn’t be wearing a shirt and tie. I mean, come on… that’s so 1982 at IBM.

09/08/2010

For fifteen years I’ve sported a goatee. I met Laralee with it. I got married with it. My kids have never seen me without it. Most of my friends don’t know what I look like without it.

But, it was time. Here goes…

Hmm, the Fu Manchu just doesn’t work so well.

Ouch, kind of painful shaving in a place that hasn’t felt the caress of a razor in fifteen years. But finally it all came off.

On the bright side, I look ten years younger. Or maybe five years younger. Whatever, but younger.