Jan 312013
  • It was 72 degrees the day before yesterday.  It’s going to be 25 tonight.  The wind in between was certainly memorable.  The Technical Writing Express is tall.
  • Well, how about that?  Looks like Windows 8 on both my desktop and netbook now.  The deadline on the $39.99 offer successfully goaded me.  I’m trying to wait out a Surface RT price drop now.
  • The Windows Phone 7.8 update for the Nokia Lumia 900 began rolling out yesterday.  I haven’t seen it yet.  Want.
  • There are no directions on the package for deep-frying pizza rolls, so here you go:  Three to four minutes at 375 degrees.  They crisp up awesomely.
  • The Upward season is half over.  I’m having such a good time.  I get to do this one more year with both boys, and then two after that with just Aaron.
  • Stan “The Man” Musial, a shoo-in for finest St. Louis Cardinal ever, has died at 92.  RIP.
  • New Gears of War game in March.  New BioShock game a week later.  That’s an embarrassment of riches, indeed.
 Posted by at 12:01 am
Jan 292013

First she was an interesting stranger.  Y’all were in the same place at the same time.

Then she was your friend.  Hey, look!  Y’all both like the same coffee.  Wow, look at how reliably y’all make each other laugh!

Then she was your girlfriend.  She reliably delivered that goofy, airy feeling when you weren’t with her, and that rich, subtle intoxication when you were.

Then she was your fiancee.  Hey, nifty:  we have similar wants and needs.  We have similar values.  Plus, we’ve got that spark.  This might be something.

Then she was your wife.  In sickness and in health.  What a great trip y’all took as you began your lives!  Great job picking out our light fixtures and flooring in our glorious first place together, babe!  God bless us!  We get each other!

Then she was the mother of your child.  What a lot of amazing things are awakened in her.  What a new kind of beautiful she is.  What an incredible new life God has created, and that you have shepherded into the world.

Then there was just a bit of chop in the river.  A misunderstanding breeds another.  A bad night breeds distance, and maybe a night on the couch.

Then “we need to talk.”  We might have a problem.

Then I’m not sure this is going to work out.

And your answer to this is an issuance of defiant demands?  She does this, and this, and this, or we’re done?  Even delivering it with a snarl and a raised voice, are you?

What is that?

You owe her—you owe your union—every ounce of your soul to try to save it.

I’m not saying there are no unreasonable, chronically self-centered witches out there.  But I am saying that in my experience and observation, the jackass primitive reactionary soon-to-be-ex-husband is much more common.

It is a damned rare woman who will not respond to sincerity and humility.  This is your girlfriend.  This is your wife.  This is the mother of your children.  Dammit, you deliver that sincerity and humility with every fiber of your being before you give up.

Thank you.

 Posted by at 9:33 pm
Jan 272013

I decided a week or so ago that I was going to go with an orange mohawk for our crazy hair Upward basketball day.  So my younger son’s coach, and my older son’s assistant coach, looked like this for their respective games yesterday:


Then I channeled Travis Bickle for this shot this morning:


When a mohawk is orange and its owner is smiling, it’s goofy.

When a mohawk is natural and its owner is grimacing, it’s creepy.

Now I’m “just” bald.

I do have to go to work tomorrow.

 Posted by at 3:06 pm
Jan 252013

I’ve been to Mango’s Caribbean Restaurant twice now—once with Saintseester (who introduced me to the place), and today with Melanie.

Both times, I was adventurous.  The first time, I had braised oxtail, which is like meat candy.  It was absolutely delicious, though considering the long time that it sated me, I suspect quite heavy.  Today I had jerk chicken and curry goat:


It was tasty as well.  That’s the jerk chicken in the northwest, and the curry goat in the southwest.  This is served with standard accompaniments of rice and peas, cabbage and broccoli salad, and fried sweet plantains.  I don’t think I’ve ever eaten goat meat before today.  I liked it, though it was very highly seasoned, so I’m not sure today was a good evaluation.  Texturally, it reminded me of beef.  In fact, if you’d told me that’s what it was, I’d have likely accepted it as truth.

Mango’s is just west of Five Guys, adjacent to Research Park and just off University Drive.  The strip is a little unfortunate in that it faces east, which means you kind of have to know about it to go.  But hey, now you know about it.  So go.

Service was timely, polite, and executed by gorgeous Caribbean women on both of my visits.

These are the only two authentic Caribbean meals I’ve ever had, so I’m not calling this a review, and I’m not giving a rating.  I’ll just say that my impression is that this is a delightful step off the path for lunch.  It’s likely a different taste for you, and the logistics are well executed.  Check it out.

 Posted by at 6:38 pm
Jan 242013
  • “They” are saying more freezing rain is a distinct possibility tonight.  We’ve got a solid 45 more days, and a squishy 60 more, to get a decent snow in.  Here’s hoping.
  • Lea, the boys, and I took in The Hobbit:  An Unexpected Journey with BamaDan and his crew on Monday.  I expected to find it at least somewhat bloated, and was surprised that I didn’t.  I dug it.  Looking forward to the next one.
  • I am becoming a large Charlie Strong fan, and thus a Louisville fan by extension.  I may even buy a hat, which is saying something, because I’ve never liked the Louisville logo.  It has teeth.  Cardinals don’t have teeth.  I’ll have to find a sharp one that doesn’t have the bird on it.
  • Some guys are suing Subway because they’ve consistently measured their “foot-long” subs as 11 inches.  I can’t decide whether they’re geniuses or malcontents, though I’m leaning toward the latter.  Sheesh, I think you can probably even squish one more inch out of a sandwich, can’t you?
  • I don’t think disliking Jim Croce makes you a terrible person, though I suspect it enhances your chances of such.  Same thing with driving a Mustang GT and being an asshole.
  • I’ve been iTunes-free for a very long time now.  When did the original iPod Mini come out?  A quick Bing tells me early 2004.  So it’s probably been 2007 at the very latest since I messed with it.  I really dig the way Amazon.com handles music purchases.
  • Just started Daring Greatly by Brene Brown.  I got it for Lea for Christmas after it came recommended in a sermon at church several months ago.  I’m looking forward to getting into it.
 Posted by at 12:01 am
Do NOT follow this link or you will be banned from the site!