My wife got up early with my 3 year old this morning. I laid in bed awhile longer in that semi-sleep state that I (sometimes) enjoy on weekend mornings. A short while later I feel movement on the mattress as my son hoists himself up onto the bed. My eyes stay closed and I lay [...]
Monthly Archives: August 2008
Aug 25
Top Ten Reason’s “Top 10 Lists” Suck.
The Top Ten Reason’s “Top 10 Lists” Suck. 10.) They are usually numbered in ascending rather than descending order. 9.) There is a misconception that a Top 10 list is backed by research, or is written by someone who is an authority on the subject. 8.) 74% of all lists utilize fabricated or false statistical [...]
Aug 17
The Incredible Shrinking Bottle Cap
I’m sure you’ve noticed. It’s in their ads. They’re going Green. Reducing packaging amounts that will lessen the volume dumped in landfills. Rejoice America! Plastics bottlers far and wide are joining forces and slashing global warming by putting less plastic in bottles! Who wuddah thunk? And what a great P.R. campaign to boot! There are [...]
Aug 06
Managing To-Do Lists With Notepad++
I was reading the “Hive Five Call For Contenders: Best To-Do-List Managers” over at LifeHacker which prompted me to share my current method of note taking. I’ve tried a ton of different note taking programs, from pen and paper (which I still use) to web apps and freeware goodies. It’s been more of a hobby [...]
Aug 05
Classic Italian Sub Goes A-Rye
While ordering a Classic Italian sub at the local pizza joint, the young girl across the counter asked me, “Everything on it?” I paused to consider and replied, “No mayonnaise.” Of which I was met with a befuddled stare. She made no move to key in my request. This made me wonder if the sandwich [...]
Aug 01
As Seen On Twitter
Every time I eat comfort food, I wish I’d worn my comfort pants. –lonelysandwich Great tip from Bobby Flay: In a pinch, expired orange juice and Purell can get you just drunk enough to handle a call from your mother. –fireland No one ever finds the bodies of people who call me at 5 o’clock [...]
