I sound like Chicken Little. I love that movie. Chicken Little goes up to bat, smacks a home run, saves the planet, and makes his papa proud.
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I'm getting excited about the Show. You know what Show I'm talking about. I have this good feeling that I'm going to rock it. Hmm, thinking back, I've actually had this good feeling before every show I've attended. Then, I get there, I shake somebody's hand, and I get sick. Disappointed and fatigued, I get left in the dust. The guys call me names. But, that's not going to happen this time. No, it isn't. Today is a new day.
Daniel Gilbert says absolutely! He also says it is quantifiable—if you consider "does this look clearer or does this?" a measurement.
If this report can be believed (and, frankly, I has me doubts), teens are turning that "teen-repellant" HF tone to their own advantage. It's probably too good to be true, but wouldn't it be loverly?
Maybe you're asking what I'm doing blogging at 3am? Interesting story, actually.
We went to see Sarah Jones' tour de force Bridge & Tunnel last night, so we got home late (for us) and went to bed happy that we'd seen great theater. We woke up with NY firemen screaming at us to get up and get out—that the house was on fire and they needed to secure the premises.
It seems the semi-detached brownstone next door had caught fire (cigarette, sofa, late-night TV watching gone horribly wrong) and we hadn't heard Brooklyn FD pounding on the door, so they tore the door down to ensure we got…
Mathematical proofs set to music. It's a fascinating idea in that wake-up-the-next-morning-and-saying-I-did-what? kind of way.
Engadget has a nice tutorial on setting up a front-projection HT. It's pretty good, other than suggesting you DIY a cable set out of CAT5. OTOH, Engadget's suggestion that you create a cutout of the different aspect ratios is a brilliant idea I haven't seen anywhere else. For the price of a few pieces of cardboard, you can save yourself from making a costly screen mistake.
"Stevie!"
My landlord calls me "Stevie." I like it.
From where he sat, at one of the many red umbrella'd tables which surround the restaurant and, consequently, impede entrance into the building, he could easily watch as I crossed 3rd Street at Monmouth.
He waved and shouted my name: "Stevie!"
"Yo, Abbey," I managed to mutter. The canvas strap of the black laptop bag knifed into my shoulder blade with each heavy step.
"Man, you look tired. You gotta stop working."
"I can't."
"Have you lost some weight?"
"That's what I hear."…
Call me an elitist but I fail to see the attraction—for viewers—in the whole American Idol phenomena. Of course, television has made millions from televising talent shows over the years so I guess it's just me that's out of step.
My major bitch against American Idol—other than its terminal boringness—is that it gives musicians, and that's musicians with a small "m," the idea that they can get around paying dues and just jump right into stardom. Great. Just what the music biz needs more empty-headed ninnies who have no life experience.
All this was…
A study indicates that a daily drink has health benefits. We can stop researching now—we have gotten the results we wanted.
Regular readers will be aware that the semidetached brownstone next door caught fire this week and the Brooklyn FD battered down our door to make sure we were safe. One of the next door kitties is MIA, presumed dead.
Bagheera, surviving the drama, took to our bed with the vapors.
As always, welcome to visitors from The Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.