Kate took the (relatively) new car on her trip, so I'm driving our RX-7, a quirky car, to say the least.
Ever since the weather started getting cold, the driver's side window has been able to roll down only three inches. The driver's side door lock seems to be coming loose. And, most pertinent to this story, there is no radio antenna, so you get what you can for a limited time, only when driving in the right direction.
My normal morning commute radio station is NPR (WNPR, Southeastern Connecticut). That doesn't work so well in the RX-7. What the RX-7 does get is an independent radio station, 91.1, going through its annual fund drive. Yesterday morning was show tunes, which was quite entertaining actually. This morning was, well, I'm not sure what it was. They played some interesting Buffalo Springfield. I think it's two-for Tuesday.
My favorite part, and the reason why I started writing this entry, was when the DJ said, "You ask most people about the best Flaming Groovies song and they'll say it's 'Shake Some Action,' but..."
Right about then I couldn't hear the radio because either I lost reception or I was laughing too hard. Call me ignorant, but I'm pretty sure if you uttered the phrase "flaming groovies" in a crowded room, most people would say "Huh?" and not "Shake Some Action."
Although it may sound like I'm poking fun at independent radio, I am... but I love it. You've got to love it. It's unique. It's like a secret society. As I rolled up the three-inch window gap, I thought about how I wanted to hang out with people who know how to shake some action. I am now in the know, as they say, and I can't say I'm not enjoying it.
And then...They did play a Flaming Groovies song and it was really good, by the way. Something about a teenage mobster or monster and a teenage sex machine girlfriend.
Could it be that a hot PC card is the cause of our Internet troubles? Our cable modem sometimes goes coo-coo. Lights flash and unflash. So, I decided to look into it today. I disconnected everything. I put the PC card on the windowsill to cool down, because it was hot. There was also a warning on the card that said something like:
1. This card may be affected by interference.
2. This card may cause interference.
I don't pretend to know what that means, but I do know that when I reconnected everything, we were on-line once again. Perhaps we should shut down the laptop every once in a while. I'm sure they weren't made to be on all the time.
So really, lots happened before the redesign of this page. I just didn't write about it. Isn't that funny how when things are actually happening, I don't really have the time to write about them and when things aren't happening I end up writing many, many times about how nothing is happening.
So, we took a trip to California. It was fun.
Oh yeah, we also had Kate's parents over for Easter dinner. That was fun too.
Do not fret. Do not worry. Same blog. Different format. Now using MT. Easier to post a truth. See you soon.
This page is devoted to the truth. If you know something that is and will always be true, please post it.
If you can't think of any truths, you can post that too.
"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods." - Albert Einstein
All right! I'm here with a brand new look and a brand new outlook. I'm not too sure about the design yet, but at least it's interesting. You'll notice that most of the old posts have titles torn from the first line of the post. That's the way it goes when you never included titles before you switch to Movable Type. You can still post all you want and now it is easier than ever. I just have to add all that stuff to the template. I'll do that now.
My dear friend Joe, I am heavily in favor of kneesocks. Apparently the poster of that truth is not as aware of the possibility for deliciously spicy legs.
Actually, I have proof that kneesocks are sometimes a wise fashion choice. The word "kneesocks" (which is actually a two-word phrase "knee socks") has been the number one search that brings people to this site. Although there is the possibility that the searches are executed by individuals ardently opposed to kneesocks who are looking for a place to voice their displeasure, that doesn't seem the likely cause of the influx in my opinion.
Also, I might add, boobs can be pretty spicy too.
And just to get this train back on the rails, I wanted to re-visit a truth posted more than a little while ago; I've been reading the archives - as I have other things pressing upon me at the moment, this distraction appeals to me a great deal - and I wish to provide a counter-truth, if there is such a thing, to the assertion that, "...kneesocks are never a wise fashion choice."
To the contrary, my fully-legged friend, to the contrary. And so, my counter-truth: "Legs are like sausages, and sometimes they're quite spicy." What do you think? I'll even submit my opinion to the truthful masses; after all, any page that can provide several boob-references should have at least one corroborating reader.
Anyone?
- joe
Well, I read this site. And to tell the truth - that is, if anyone's interested - it's my opinion that therapy is relative. And of all therapy services, those advertised on the web - in a web journal, no less - are quite possibly the most marginal form of all.
But, I don't easily dismiss things out-of-hand. The truth is, John V.: I read more about it, and you, and I can truly say that I'm not interested.
I daresay no-one's surprised by that.
- joe.
Hmm... that's an interesting way to advertise. Unfortunately, you fail to realize that nobody reads this site. Also, I'm not sure you understand how to write the English language. You should consider taking lessons to help you Realize the Health of your language skills.
I am not trying to discourage people who do actually have a truth (or at least something interesting) to post. Please keep the comments coming.
As far as the truth goes...it goes like this.
Your thinking, determines your experience, in the moment.
No just true, but deep as well.
This understanding of how each of us experiences our life is called by the name Health Realization.
Read more about it, or me, at www.johnverschoor.com
Well, we're back from California and boy was it great! So much fun. We did this and we did that and a good time was had by all. Good times.
And... the best quote of the entire trip...
"plan, the queen of custards...so demanding and temperamental..."
Perhaps you had to be there.
Well, they fucked us again last night, Joe Millionaire-style.
Kate predicted that they wouldn't eliminate anyone on American Idol, and she was right. I would have thought the producers could come up with something more creative than just skipping a week. They could have had the viewers feeling excited about the change. Now I just feel cheated.
All day long we hear the pounding outside. It sounds like a war out there, but they're just tearing down the building next to ours. If you look out the office windows on that side of our building, you will see a huge metal ingot the size of a desk being dropped onto the structural beams. If you are not near the window, you just hear the sound of falling debris coming down like an avalanche. The sound is disturbing, but it is making way for more sunlight and wide-open grassy spaces. I wonder if the sounds of the real war bring those same images to someone's mind.