Looking forward to giving the air conditioner a break over the next few days. It’s likely to be the last one for a while.
Current top of the Pandora heap for me is Missing Persons Radio.
I just caught all of Roll Tide/War Eagle for the first time last night. You know, they make these shows for everyone else. When you live here, this passion is no more remarkable than the grass or the sky. That’s most of why we think you fans in other places are just precious when you start wondering aloud about what the most intense rivalry in sports might be.
Outlook Express is such crap. It’s technically flimsy and not at all intuitive to use. I think with today’s malfunction Dad’s headed all the way onto Thunderbird, which he’s already using on his other laptop. (Yes, I know: “it’s about time,” but when something works for you, what’s the motivation to change it? I can sympathize with that. I still have this.)
Recently I was discussing Hall & Oates with a friend, and began reflecting on how deceptive memories of their heyday are. You think they had five hits or so. They really had closer to two dozen.
I see Wal-Mart is trying to lure me back into their retail cesspool with steaks, and I really must be right down the middle of the targeted demographic, because I don’t watch a lot of television and I see that commercial all the time. I’ll say the same thing I always say: Wal-Mart, you lost me because visiting your store consistently makes me miserable. Until that changes, I don’t care what’s in there. Got it?
The tablet is fun to have around for this and that, but as a primary tool it’s just not taking for me. For what I do (particularly the writing), I’d just rather have a netbook. The main thing I do on my Kindle Fire is read National Review and Commentary, and I like it for that because I don’t have the paper to get rid of.
Today (well, late this afternoon), Lea and I will have been married 15 years. She is a phenomenal wife and mother, and I am tremendously blessed by our union every day. I love you, Lea!