I, like many people, place enormous trust in technology. We fly in airplanes, use telephones and have ABS brakes.
Recently at the office, they installed auto-flushing toliets. There is no lever to pull. When you are done with your business and walk away, it automatically flushes.
For some reason, this technology makes me more nervous than flying on a plane five miles in the sky.
I planted my first Geocache this weekend. You can read the story here.
I placed it on Sunday afternoon. By the time I got home from work on Monday, it had been found not once, but twice. Woo hoo!
Hopefully the Juju Travel Bug will make it to Washington, DC, where my brother can retrieve it.
In no particular order:
Casablanca
Blade Runner
Monty Python & the Holy Grail
Apocalypse Now
Full Metal Jacket
The Godfather
The Usual Suspects
Seven Samurai
Princess Bride
Blazing Saddles
My parent are going on a trip and my mother sent me an email just before she left. Here’s an excerpt:
Hope this doesn’t make you sad, but I have decided that my next toy will be a laptop so I can take it when I am away. And, because of all the awful viruses, I think I will get a MAC. Have a great weekend. Love, Mom
France, the #1 seed in the 2002 World Cup, lost to Senegal.
Expect a general surrender soon.
I found the time this morning to finish up the story of our three attempts to find the A Tale of Two Bridges cache.
I’m still working on my E3 stuff, but it’s time to go to work now.
So, I was going to update with tons of cools stuff last night.
But I went up front and laid down on the couch around 9PM and woke up at midnight. Then I went to bed.
No update for you.
Watch this video clip from Conan O’Brien now.
Yes, now. It’s too funny.
Yes, I know I haven’t updated. I’ve been busy.
This weekend I sanded down the spa and then painted it with the nasty pool paint. When I get some time, I’ll update about geocaching & E3. Until then, go somewhere else.
1 -> A few minutes ago the doorbell rang. I answered the door and a young woman was outside with a clipboard. I knew she was selling something. She began her rap, “Hi, I’m with the blah blah blah and we are learnign marketing blah blah blah…” I interrupted and asked, “What are you selling?” She said “Don’t freak out when I show you the card, k?” She showed me the card. It was a subscription form for the Pasadena Star News.
I said “We already get that newspaper every morning.” This created a brief eye in the verbal windstorm. She reached into her clipboard and pulled out another card. “How about this newspaper?”, she said with a smuh look on her face. It was a subscription form for the LA Times. I said “We already get that newspaper every morning, too.” “You get both?”, she questioned. “Yep”, I replied. Disbelieving me, she said, “Show me.” I said “OK.” and turned toward the side where the trash is and where the used newspapers go.
Seeing that I was not kidding, she gave up. “That’s OK. I believe you.” As she walked away, as I was shutting the door she said, “Go to church, Jesus loves love.” I’m not sure why she said that. I don’t think she recognized the Mezuzah on the door.
2 -> I’m overwhelmed. All of the sudden I am overwhelmed by the complexness of life. It happens to me every once in a while where they day to day things build up to the point in which I feel paralyzed. I don’t know what set it off today, but at about 7:30 the combination of the emergency Walmart trip, the missing tree in the backyard, the laundry, the full dishwasher, and children crying over linens seemed to toss my normally calm view 90 degrees out of kilter.
I feel like one of those toy dipping birds. You know, the kind where the water is added to the bird one drop at a time while the bird stands upright. Finally at the addition of one final drop, the bird can no longer resist the urge to tipover and spill out all the water. Once the water is spilled out, the bird returns upright to catch more water.
Somehow the last little drop of water for added to my mix and I feel as if I’m tipping.