I am certainly never if ever compared to Norm Abrams of “This Old House” fame. We have diametrically opposite techniques of construction.
Example:
Pronto Jr. lives right over there behind my bedroom door. (What? Your vacuum doesn’t have a name?) But space is at such a premium, that I decided to make a charging station for electronics for the same space.
I do these quick (kinda) crude (definitely) projects pretty often.
These projects always go pretty much like this:
* They use unstained unsealed wood for the bulk.
* They have never taken less than two trips to the hardware store.
* They offer an excuse to buy a new small tool.
* They take longer than I think.
* I take inappropriate pride in them.
But, just like Norm, this time I documented the process.
There is a small void in the world today that was Red Eye.
I miss him.
I was driving around thinking (like many people must do (for what other reason for the sign could there be?)) about how hard I should try to not hit a road worker, when, thank goodness, I saw this sign!
I just had NOT REALIZED that there are SERIOUS consequences. From now on I will double my efforts to not hit them!
I don’t have an iPod. I don’t have a music collection.
But lately I’ve been watching and listening (sometimes just listening) to YouTube videos. To simplify my life, I created a little YouTube jukebox that I (just now) named…
SmileyTube®©™©©™®®®©™ ∞ !!!!!
(Runner up name was MeTube.)
You can visit SmileyTube and listen/watch at www.oberschelp.net/smileytube.html.
YouTube has started restricting access to some of the most popular videos by this method, so some videos may not play. (I have had to take out about half my “collection” so far.)
If you have a video you would like me to add, send me the YouTube web address!
(ex)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sei-eEjy4g
or just
7sei-eEjy4g
I ordered some more memory for my computer, and as FedEx moved it around, they kindly supplied stop by stop information.
The final report was…
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Hmmm. That looks odd. So I mapped it out.
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Pretty silly. Of course I had to pay California sales tax.
Which got me thinking…
I’ve purposely bought stuff from out-of-state companies in the past to avoid sales tax. How ecologically rude is that? I think we need a national sales tax, to discourage me from wasting time, fuel, and resources. (And, ewww, I’d like to decide how to spend that windfall!)
Maybe we need to tax globally so that we buy locally.
Imagine our government encouraging us to do the right thing.
Life imitating art (as it does), I bought our rats an ant farm, so now I have a petpet just like Neopets do. (And, what the heck, I threw in a petplant.)
I don’t like movie credits. When I don’t want to see them, I still have to see them. When I want to see something in them, I usually can’t, because I don’t know when the small blurry bit of text I want to see will sail up the screen. So, hey you film producers/actors unions. Its the 21st century. How about moving the information to a web site that I can search and taking the credits out of the movies? How about giving your customers back some serious time.
Here’s the math:
Given:
An average US citizen (person) goes to the cinema 5 times per year and watches 50 DVDs a year. (I found this statistic somewhere on the web. Email me if i am wrong.)
The current US average life expectancy is 78 years.
Assume:
30 seconds viewing credits / movie
So:
55 movies / person / year
55 credits / person / year
55*30 seconds viewing credits / person / year
300 million persons / US
(55*30*300 million) seconds viewing credits / US / year
(55*30*300 million / 60) minutes viewing credits / US / year
(55*30*300 million / 60 / 60) hours viewing credits / US / year
(55*30*300 million / 60 / 60 / 24) days viewing credits / US / year
(55*30*300 million / 60 / 60 / 24 / 365) years viewing credits / US / year
15696 years viewing credits / US / year
(15696 / 78) lives viewing credits / US / year
201 lives viewing credits / US / year
ummmm… that’s all. Happy Pi Day! W00t! Yahoowee!
urrrr… really, thats all. Unless u want to go to here.
But don’t. Just have a great Pi Day!
For me, there are two classes of commercials on the radio. 99.3% of them are annoying, and if i notice them, i will change the station. The other 0.7% of them are not annoying; they are life threatening, because if i were unable to change the channel, i just might have to kill myself to stop the pain of listening to them. Three companies come to mind.
Men’s Wearhouse (“You’re gunna love the way you look.”)
Sleep Train (“toot toot”)
The Shane Company (“Now you have a friend in the diamond business.”)
Am i the only one that has a visceral reaction to some commercials?