Author: cdwan

Take a movie poster. Make up a name for the movie based only on the poster. Photoshop. Many, many of these behind this link.

I am filled with giddy, geeky bliss over my new Vonage service. I plugged in the device, rewired my network to make more sense, bought a package of velcro strips, shortened some wires that were entirely too long, and redid the power configuration to better balance things out…and it worked like a charm! Note that at no point did I have to even configure the damn thing. It just works. So far, I’ve only made in-house calls, but the quality seems quite good. Woo.

My abs hurt like something that hurts a lot. My brother and I got into this semi-joking competitive mode over the weekend, and ended up doing the “Extreme Fitness Challenge.” It involves a lot of running through mud and laughing. However, my standard ab routine at the karate school hurt a *lot* today. I’m trying to avoid laughter until I heal.

I’m not filled with joy now that we’ve turned on the heat in the house. Don’t get me wrong, I like the warm-ness. What I don’t like is the “gurgly gurgly” that accompanies each triggering of the thermostat. It’s like someone flushing in our walls. We have forced, hot water heat. Based on previous experience, I’m certain that it’s, for example, dumping hot water into the linen closets. Or something.

Oh yeah, and we’re having a party on Saturday. Anyone within the sound of my keystrokes is welcome. Stop by around or after 7pm for candy, homebrew, snacks, tunes, and general good times.

I flew back from BWI this weekend. As I was getting off the rental car shuttle, I noticed that next to conventional airlines on the list was Hooters Air. I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it’s a real thing. One thing that’s pretty clear is that I don’t *ever* want to try to turn in a receipt from hooters air for business travel reimbursement. I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t, well, ummm, fly.

Spent the weekend at my parent’s place in NoVA.

Coming home from dinner with old friends on Friday, I grew confused: Was I in high school coming home after a study / social time? Was I home from college in the Fall and still finding my adult persona? Was I 24 and settling into working life, on a business trip? No, in fact. I’m 29 and coming home from congratulating the same friend on her impending mommie-ness. She and her husband have a nice house, good jobs, and a stable life. It was weird that this particular drive home linked together so many epochs in my life.

It was really good to chill with my family over the weekend. They all seem to follow this journal, so that’s enough said about that.

Visited and admired the home of technolope and capital_l. They were kind enough to share their salmon dinner with me. technolope and even geeked out for a bit with a crazy rendering idea. All in all, very cool.

And the cream ale turned out just fine.

Not for the meek. I have not seen this show, but I am filled with a desire to do so.

ith the formalities out of the way, the lights go down, the theatrical smoke flows in from all sides, and six scantily clad vampire vixens explode onto the stage to the deafening strains of “Welcome to the Jungle.” The show has no ramp-up time whatsoever. It feels like somebody tapping you on the shoulder, and then when you turn around, they throw a tall cold bucket of totally awesome in your face.

The good Doctor has finally endorsed Kerry.

“I endorsed John Kerry a long time ago,” he said, “and I will do everything in my power, short of roaming the streets with a meat hammer, to help him be the next President of the United States.”