April 2007

Answer.

[Kelli & Rosie]

I guess I asked about a “Hot Topic” yesterday and that’s why my question caught Rosie O’Donnell’s eye when she was scanning through her “Ask Ro” section on her blog.

Rosie was unable to come to terms with ABC to extend her contract (she wanted a one year contract, they wanted a three year), so she has decided to leave “The View” at the end of her current contract on June 21 of this year. She has said on her site all along that it was up to a family vote, and her family voted for a one year contract or none at all.

I stand by my statement yesterday in that I believe she can be a more powerful voice without the constraints of ABC, Barbara Walters (et al) and the FCC through her blog and perhaps a satellite radio talk show or pay-per-view show like “Politically Incorrect”.

Best wishes to Rosie and Kelli and their family. I look forward to keeping up with the O’Donnells through her blog. Call me about lunch.

Vidcast

Waiting Room.

I am sitting at the Acura dealer waiting for the RSX to pass it’s yearly state inspection. It’s rare for me to be sitting at a car dealer actually waiting for my car, as I usually drop the car off the night before and pick it up after hours when the work has been completed. Since I’m a full-time student now, I get to experience this new perspective on auto service.

One of the interesting aspects of this experience is that my mother works at this dealership. She works in the office as the main receptionist for the entire operation here and her voice is often heard throughout all buildings as she makes pages over the intercom. I’m having flashbacks to my teenage years when she used to yell through the house, “Supper’s ready!” and “John, do your homework!” When my sister and I would get her fired up she’d yell at the top of her lungs, “I’m going to scream!” That would usually send us running. For extra effect she might have grabbed a wooden spoon off the kitchen counter, but I don’t remember ever getting swatted with it. You know, it’s funny but we never really thought she meant “no” unless she rattled every dish in the house when she said it.

She doesn’t use that same bullhorn approach here at the car dealership.

Since the dealership is going out of their way to make their customers comfortable, they have some cushy ergonomic type chairs here in the waiting room. They’re currently in use. I’m wondering if it would be rude of me to slip into one of these chairs while the businessman currently using it steps away to talk on his cell phone. I’ve already overheard two of his conversations and both of them had to do with golf. He’s been trying to put together a foursome. No tee-times are available until 3:00 p.m. today. It might be raining then. His buddy is going to try to pull some strings.

The other nicety they have in this waiting room is a 27-inch television, though I would be really impressed if it was plasma or LCD (it’s not). I’m watching “Today”. It’s my first time seeing Meredith Viera on the show. I guess she’s o.k. One thing that’s frightening is that Gene Shalit is reviewing “Hot Fuzz” and I noticed that his mustache and my former mustache were very close to the same style. I don’t find it attractive on him.

My Name In Lights.

I’ve often mentioned that I am a *huge* fan of Rosie O’Donnell. She gives a lot to the world, especially children, she’s concerned about our country, she does positive things with her celebrity status and I believe in much the same way she does on many topics.

I often visit her site and occasionally submit a question. Imagine my surprise today:

While I am quite content in submitting a question to Rosie and getting it answered, I really wish that Earl and I could sit down and with Rosie and Kelli for lunch someday, just for lunch with no gushing, no pictures, no autographs and have a simple conversation.

“What can we do to help further your charitable causes?”

School Candy.




View From A Desk.

Originally uploaded by jp2.0.

Every once in a while I tell Earl that he has to come on campus with me and do some sight-seeing before the end of the semester. He’s only been to school with me once and that was on a Sunday afternoon when I was working on scouting out the quad for a map project for my drafting class.

You see, Earl and I have very similar tastes when it comes to gazing upon men. I tend to go for those a little beefer than he does, but for the most part we agree on what we find attractive and will often “woof” in unison. And we both appreciate the fine art of looking at men we find attractive. I think this is where outsiders looking in get nervous: because we are both guys who like guys, we can agree on who is attractive and then have a conversation about it. The other thing that people occasionally don’t understand is that we don’t have any jealous fits about this sort of thing. I guess we’re just not wired that way. Beautiful is beautiful and there’s nothing wrong with admitting we find others attractive.

Anyway, with this fine weather the campus has been populated with hard working, bearded, furry students who wear shorts. And I ain’t complaining. I just hope that I can take Earl for a tour before the end of the semester.

Be Nice.

As a full-time college student for nearly a semester, I’ve been noticing something on campus that is relatively disturbing.

Some of the staff here are just downright rude to students.

Now I have not observed any instructors being rude to their students, however, it seems that there are some support staff that are just plain cranky.

When I first registered for classes in January, I had a few questions that needed to be answered. After all, I had not been to college in 20 years and I wanted to make sure that everything was in order so that I would start the semester on the right track.

When I went to the registration desk, the attendant there acted like I had just stepped off of a garbage truck and I had hunks of wilted lettuce hanging from my ears. I consider myself to be a fairly nice person, but this woman wasn’t buying into my pleasantries, she didn’t smile back, she didn’t say “please” or “thank you” and quite frankly it seemed that she just didn’t care to be there.

I chalked it up to a bad day on her behalf.

Unfortunately, I have noticed this trend continuing with various people on campus. For example, today I went to the library to finish up some research for one of my class projects. One would think that the person at the “Information” desk would be a helpful person, full of friendly advice and tips on the Dewey decimal system. No. I was wrong. When I asked a question about one of the research databases she threw a tattered piece of paper in my direction and said in an exasperated, “you’re a moron” voice, “It’s all right here.” Of course I kicked into Sarcasmo mode and said, “You’re absolutely right. Would you like to read it to me?”

She was not amused.

So I politely thanked her and walked away.

It seems that some of the support staff on this campus are bothered by the fact that there are students milling around here in these halls. I find this disheartening. If I’m feeling this much disrespect as a 38 year old student, I can’t imagine to think how the younger students are being treated.

We scream that the younger generation has no class or respect for their elders. It’s a shame that there are many that choose not to lead by example.

Earth Day.

Today is April 22 and that means it’s Earth Day. Always trying to do my part to make the world a better place and to humbly respect our Universe, I replaced all of our table and desk lamp incandescent bulbs with the compact fluorescent variety. These types of lightbulbs are more expensive to purchase, however, they last much longer than regular bulbs and they use considerably less electricity. They also generate less heat. I intend on replacing all our lightbulbs with this variety as our budget permits.

I do worry that I’m starting to show my age by doing this lightbulb replacement routine, as I distinctly remember my maternal grandmother replacing all her table lamp lightbulbs with these odd mini-ring type fluorescent bulbs that flickered a little bit and made a barely perceptible high-frequency whine. She did this several years before slipping into dementia and I’m pretty certain the two weren’t related.

She was just ahead of her time when it came to saving the Universe.

Pinnacle State Park.

Earl and I went to Pinnacle State Park today. We played around with the movie feature on the digital camera, click the picture below to download the 34MB file. You probably need Quicktime.



A Proper Spring Meal.




A Proper Spring Meal.

Originally uploaded by jp2.0.

With spring in full bloom in Upstate New York, Earl and I decided we needed to put the top down on the Jeep and go for a ride to enjoy the weather.

For those not aware of proper etiquette, it is very important to kick off roadwarrior season with a stop at A&W for curbside service. While we once had a wide selection of A&W restaurants to choose from, today we have only one in Upstate New York and that is in the fine city of Cortland. I think one of the reasons that I love the midwest so much is due to the fact that this type of A&W seem to have withstood the test of time in that area, where here many of these fine restaurants were ripped down and replaced with an indigestable Taco Bell.

For those of you unfamiliar with A&W, here’s a quick refresher: A&W is a fast food restaurant chain and some of them still offer curb side service. (We don’t consider the A&Ws that are mashed in with KFC or Taco Bell ‘real’ A&Ws, though they do serve the wonderful root beer.) They serve burgers, hot dogs, chicken dinners and have the usual assortment of fries and onion rings. They also have wonderful root beer and drinks come in a glass mug that you better not steal (it’s not nice). You park the car under the canopy alongside the other cars but be sure to stay in it. Then make your selection from the menu next to your car, press the button and then, with the utmost courtesy reminiscent of days gone by, you place your order over an intercom speaker to the friendly clerk in the restaurant, who then sends a car hop out to the car with a tray full of your food. (By the way, they’re open in the winter, where there’s a year ’round dining room – to order inside, you park at a booth, make your selection, then lift the phone and place your order to the same clerk.) They usually hang the tray on your car window so that you can dispense the food to the proper people in the car. When you’re done with your meal, you press the little “I’m done” button on the menu board and a car hop comes out and takes the tray away. You then say “Thank you” and they say “Thank you” too.

A&W is the bees knees of fast food and that’s all there is to it. Sonic may try to come close, but they really don’t. They’re too modern.

I really want to build an A&W in our area. Actually, I’d like to build several of them. We just have to win the lottery to do it.

The Second Day.




Cycling 2007.

Originally uploaded by jp2.0.

They say the second day of exercise is the hardest. The first day you’re all jazzed up and ready to go, lofty goals and big dreams first and foremost in your thoughts.

The second day, however, you’re flooded with the soreness of your muscles, the lingering memories of yesterday’s sweat and a small sense of “why am I doing this again?”

I consider the second day of cycling the hardest to conquer, and I am pleased to say that I did so with ease today. I took a 40 minute ride through several of the local villages, clocking in around 11 miles on this ride.

I’m happy with my progress and I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s journey.

Movies.




We have big theatres in NY.

Originally uploaded by jp2.0.

Earl and I went to the movies tonight. We haven’t been to the movies in quite a while because, well, we haven’t really seen any movies advertised that really tickled our fancy. Couple the lack of interest with the recent rudeness of the general public in a movie theatre and it’s easy to see why we haven’t made the effort.

Eager to bask in the second day of sunlight in these parts, we went for a ride in the Jeep, passing through the local resort area on our way home (many camps and the amusement park on Oneida Lake are still closed for the season). We ended up in the city of Rome, where we stopped at the locally owned theatre and took in the showing of “Blades of Glory”.

I wasn’t prepared to enjoy this movie. I’m not a Will Farrell fan. However, I was pleasantly surprised. While I wasn’t rolling through the aisles complaining about the stitch in my side from all the laughter, I was amused during the movie and actually enjoyed the experience.

I took a picture of one of the massive auditoriums in the megamovieplex we go to.

I don’t know if “Blades of Glory” is destined to be some sort of Rocky Horror type show, but apparently two of the people behind us thought it should be because they shouted out lines and interacted with the screen as if Magenta and Columbia were doing the Time Warp. We didn’t mind though, it kind of contributed to the experience in an absurd sort of way.

On a health note, I went on my first real bike ride of the year. I’m still glowing from the adventure. I look forward to taking another ride tomorrow.