• Over five people served

    The other day I decided to determine the age of this web site. In the grand tradition of Florida’s universities (does the East Florida Seminary in Ocala ring any bells… how about The Florida Institute… or the Florida State College for Women?) I decided to allow the loosest possible connection to obtain the oldest possible date. That date is December 1, 1998. That’s the date my first web page went live. My ISP (at the time) hosted it, good old internet lite… AOL. I put it together with Adobe Pagemill (since discontinued) on my original, Bondi Blue iMac (since retired). The entire site took up a whopping 300K (or there abouts), took five minutes to upload with my lightning quick 56 kbps modem (give or give a minute or two), and consisted of three pictures of Beth and one picture of my sisters in New England (in the snow).

    And you know what? Having my own web page in 1998 made me about as cool as a frozen penguin in orbit around Pluto. (Trust me, that’s pretty damn cool.)

    Although the cool quotient for a homemade web site has dropped precipitously since then, take it from me… I’m still cool.

    Dude, don’t laugh. That’s not funny.

  • Bring it… oh never mind

    Dude! I totally forgot to publish this entry! (Here it is, as originally conceived and typed in the A.M. of 5/26)

    The news this morning reports that 43 regrets using phrases like “bring it on,” when addressing the insurgents in Iraq (albeit indirectly, via news conference). Apparently the leader of the free world believes he was misinterpreted. I can see how someone might misinterpret “bring it on.” It all depends on your definition of “it.” For the insurgents, “it” was obviously a whole lot of disruptive violence. Who woulda thunk it?

    Come on Georgie. This wasn’t the key note speech for the Betty Crocker Cook-Off. “Bring it on” wasn’t a challenge to whip up the best bowl of chili this side of Crawford. When you’re addressing a bunch of angry guys with guns, there’s only one thing they’re likely to bring… and it ain’t a cup of sugar. Heck, coming from Texas I’d think you already knew that.

    Anyway, I guess there’s never a bad time that to learn that cowboys make nice movie heroes but terrible diplomats.

  • I can’t believe it’s not Wednesday!

    So you say its Thursday. I guess I’m in no position to argue. Hosting a (likely) viral infection automatically disqualifies me as official timekeeper. Heck, it could be Sunday for all I know. Here’s what I do know, and this is probably the most important thing of all… I’m sitting at home with my feet at the same elevation as my waist. What’s even more important (considering I have a head cold): my head is still higher than my waist. Trust me, the last think you need is more fluid rushing to your head when you’ve got sinus issues.

    All of this was made possible by our second hand (but still in the family), Lazy-Boy recliner. Growing up I never pictured myself as a “Lazy-Boy” guy. To me, the arch-type of the “Lazy-Boy” guy is Archie Bunker… and I just don’t have that kind of presence. I’ll tell you what though, you come in out of the heat, into the air conditioning, plunk yourself down, and give a pull on that magic lever… you hit the jackpot every time. EVERY time baby!