I'm listening to the “The Impostors” soundtrack, and it never fails to make me smile. The movies is lots of fun as well, though I have listened to the soundtrack countless times I have only seen the movies 4 or 5 times. Definitely worth checking out.
I haven't written about my love life in awhile, mostly because I have yet to acquire one. I have been told, though, that people enjoy reading about how I am lonely and destined to die alone and so for you, dear reader, I write about my lamentable loveless live.
Actually, I'm just going to point to How to date a geek guy?, and quote a passage from point #2:
Subtlety and coyness completely fails with geeks; they'll be confused and expect that you're not on Pon Farr or are a nun or something. Where other guys need no provocation, a geek guy has to be brained on the noggin a couple of times, then he'll get the idea.
That is so true it is scary. I do believe I have mentioned before that I don't really pick up on 'signs.' Now, I know some people probably think that I am just saying that and obviously I should be able to tell when someone is interested in me, but not so much. When I was in college, and I had a love life, there are a woman by the name of Fran. Fran was nice enough, but I never thought that she was interested in me and besides I was in a relationship so even if she was it didn't matter. Elisa told me, after the first time that she met Fran, that Fran had a crush on me. Piffle, thought I, she is just a friend. Then a few other people told me the same thing and it dawned on me that they were probably right.
I tell you this story to illumniate the fact that I haven't become any more savvy in regards to women then when I was in college. The only way I can tell that someone is interested in me is either:
- They tell me.
- Numerous people, indepently, are like, 'Dude she is totally into you.'
Ah, the elaborate dance of life.
I love steak, and now I know how to Cook a Steak.
Someone in my apartment building is playing the flute. They aren't playing poorly, but they are playing the hell out of that flute.
It is times like these when I wish I owned a glockenspiel.
Glockenspiel is one of those words that I didn't know I could spell, and yet I find it deeply satisfying that I can.
Oh. My. Yoda.
I need this.
A LEGO minifig of Grand Moff Tarkin? How can anyone resist?
I am aware, however, that having a large LEGO Star Destroyer in my apartment may not help me in my quest to not be single. Why must life be so difficult?
I think I'm getting a cold, and I blame Barry. He blames Janice, and Janice blames Joe.
Chicken soup and orange juice anyone?
I'm a card carrying member of the cult of the Moleskine notebook. Sure, they are over priced and just a tad pretenious, but then again so am I. It is a match made in heaven.
Imagine my glee when I read about the Moleskine City Notebook. It is billed as 'the first guidebook you write yourself,' and has a number of clever features. They are each city specific and feature a map of the city, zone maps, a bunch of note taking space, tabbed pages, and removable sheets (for handing out your phone number, no doubt). At the moment they are available for a number of European cities including:
- Dublin (I so want to go to Dublin)
You get the idea. However, starting in the Spring of 2007 US cities will get their very own Moleskine Citybooks. The US cities are:
- Los Angeles
- New York
- San Francisco
I have been to each of those cities (expect LA) and they have their charms, but where the heck is Philly? Come on! We have the Liberty Bell, Blankbaby Manor, Independence Hall, and cheese steaks! Surely, the Nation's first Capitol deserves a frickin' City Notebook.
I watch the Gilmore Girls, and I have for a long time. I'm not ashamed to admit this, however, it is clear from the commercials that accompany GG (or 'The Girls') that I am not exactly the target market for this show. Sadly, it seems I am now watching another girly show: Veronica Mars.
It is on directly after GG, so the other week I just left the TV on, and now I'm hooked. I used to be so manly (Hey! No laughing at that). Though there is a common theme, both show feature attractive women. I wonder if Kristen Bell is single.. and perhaps just a little desperate?
Luckily I only see it when I am not logged into Flickr. But I just posted it here! GAH! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!
Darn freaky babies.
I finally got me an awning.
It pleases me to no end when I see 'old media' companies blogging. The White House Photo of the Day from Time is a great idea. Have your White House photographer post a photo a day from the stack of shots that she takes but aren't used. What a great idea!
Too bad it isn't really a blog. Why not? Well, it is missing two things that most people take as the baseline for something being considered a blog:
- Comments (this one is debatable, since many blogs don't have comments. Gruber, I'm looking at you).
- No feed. This one, I'm afraid, I will not budge on. If you don't have a feed, you have a website not a blog.
These pictures are breathtaking. It is things like these that make me think that maybe, just maybe, we humans aren't as stupid as we seem.
30 pounds in 3 months isn't too shabby at all. I honestly didn't think I would lose any weight since I do like to eat (shocking, I know). However, I enjoy life more than food (it was a close race but life edged out cheese in the final moments) so moderation is the order of the day.
Lots of people have told me that I am looking slimmer, which is a very nice thing to say. I haven't really noticed it myself, but people tell me that makes sense since I see myself all the time. It would seem to me that since I see myself all the time I would be the first person to notice a change, but once again my logic fails me.
I'll tell you how I know this weight lose isn't al in my head: pants. The last few weeks have been a fight between my pants and gravity. Gravity was winning, and it was just a matter of time before I mooned someone important. Therefore, I went to Casual Male whilst I was visiting Glenn to purchase some new pants.
Now, the nice thing about Casual Male, when you are a fat man (besides the fact that they carry clothes that fit you) is that no matter what there will always be someone fatter than you in there. I was minding my own business looking at the XXXL shirts (formerly XXXXL) when I heard some very heavy breathing. I looked up and I saw a dude ask the cashier, 'You don't carry 6XL anymore?' Then more heavy breathing.
Folks, there is a very small segment of the population that I could beat in a foot race, but this guy was one of them. It would seem that 6XL is the most popular size in the store (who knew?).
Anyway, after I was done eavesdropping I took off my pants and tried some others on. Guess what? That's right, my new pants are one size smaller than my old pants (and my belt is a size smaller too).
Wow, that was a long post about needing smaller pants.
Isn't that dude doing the most intense model look ever?
I only lost a little over a pound since last weigh in, but this weekend was a carb-o-polooza, so this is great!
You know what this means? That my lifestyle has changed, and when left to my own devices I can pick the right foods to stuff my not-as-fat-as-before face.
Posting a picture of one's self on TUAW is always a risk. Here's why:
Just what I want to see in the morning. An ugly fat bastard giving me a queer smile.
Ahh, Mac users, aren't they nice?
Oh, and here's a followup:
lol and by your looks youll stay single. rofl.
Where is the respect for pundits, I ask you?
I should start a tech support company that caters towards women, since every woman I know seems to turn to me when they are having computer woes.
What can I say, I give good tech support plus I'm very sexy. Mere coincidence?
So says Frank Barnako, and you wouldn't disagree with MarketWatch, would you?
Sadly, it seems that my TUAW post that is getting the most attention as of late was the one about my MacBook randomly shutting down. Sad for Apple, not so sad for me since they fixed it so quickly.
Steven Burda, MBA left a rather odd comment on this post. I assume he wants Blankbaby to be the first thing Google returns when one searches for Steven Burda, MBA. So, Steven Burda, MBA, you wish is my command.