It’s The Little Things.

Here it is early in the morning (at least for me) and for once my blog entry isn’t about how I’m not a morning person or any of that. In truth, I feel absolutely wonderful this morning. It’s not because it’s Friday, though that certainly does contribute to the mood, but rather it’s because of my fashion choice today.

I get to wear jeans to work.

Once a year, our company has a “Jeans Day” to help raise money for the United Way. You pay $5.00 to the receptionist, she gives you a permission slip and I get to feel like myself at work for the day. It’s a wonderful feeling.

There are many places and situations where I believe a person should dress “nice” for the part. The work environment is one of them. Another is a Broadway show, but it seems people don’t do that anymore, opting for shiny velour instead, but that’s another story. While I don’t mind wearing my “professional” clothes at work, I admit that I feel most comfortable in a button down shirt complimented by a comfortable pair of 501s and my work boots.

The work boots are another story. I wear them just about all the time outside of work. Even with shorts. I’ve worn my work boots with my shorts since 1990 and I don’t care what the fashion industry says, I’m never going to stop doing it. Unless I’m at the beach, then it’s a nice pair of flip flops or sandals.

So today is going to be a comfortable Friday. Viva la casual clothes!

Another Step Toward Crazy.

The news is flooded today with word of a foiled terrorist plot to blow up several airliners en route from the United Kingdom to the United States. The security threat level has been raised to “Red” for flights from the U.K. and “Orange” for all other flights. New security measures are in place at airports prohibiting any sort of liquid being carried onto the plane, since the terrorists were planning on using liquid explosives.

Sigh.

The world has become such a complicated place. As time marches on, we expect things faster. We expect things now. “I need to be in San Francisco for dinner.” “I want to go to Dallas to go shopping.” “Meet me in Miami for the rave.” Sometimes it feels like things are going to get so extraordinarily crazy that somehow the world is going to do a massive reboot and we’ll all start from square one again. I wonder what that “reboot” is going to be.

I know that when Earl gets home from being out of town, we are going to discuss our travel plans for February. We are going to Florida for week to play with The Mouse.

And we’ll be driving.

It’s not that I’m afraid to fly, because if I could fly us down there myself I would do it in a heartbeat. I’m most certainly not afraid of flying, as I’ll jump into my dad’s open cockpit airplane and fly upside down over Lake Ontario. No, it’s about the inconvenience. I don’t want to deal with the high airfares, the screaming passengers and the general b.s. that comes with air travel these days. I’m just not in the mood to deal with it. Put me on the road, give me a day or two and let me drive there.

It’ll keep me from being a little less crazy.

Yay For Theme Week!

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Blogger Jimbo has been featuring “70’s Porn Mustaches” this week as his blog theme. I think it can go without saying that I have been enjoying the tribute very much.

Thumbs up to Jimbo!

When I Hear Music.

Earl surprised me this afternoon by inviting me out to lunch. Our usual haunt, a little cafeteria style place on the main street, was closed for the owner’s vacation. So we decided we’d go to that little trendy restaurant across from my office building. Earl had never been there before and he was rather curious to see how it had been doing since opening in the spring, so in we went.

It wasn’t very good. The service was very slow, cold and nonchalant. The panini bread was so hard that I would have been able to smooth out any callouses on the bottom of me feet with it. So we chalked the experience up to “experience” and decided we wouldn’t go there in the future.

However, there was one feature that I did enjoy very much about the little bistro. The bathroom had jazz music pumped into it over an acoustically pleasing Bose speaker.

I find music in the bathroom to be very important. As avid travelers, Earl and I have had our share of public bathroom experiences. I’m not shy about doing what I need to do in a public bathroom by any stretch of the imagination, I just don’t want it to be dead silent in there while I’m going about my business. I need music. Some of the older interstate rest areas are so hollow sounding that any noise you may make in the privacy of your own stall sounds like an announcement of an incoming train in the center of Grand Central Station.

It ain’t pretty.

I hate it when I get settled in any public bathroom after a round of Burger King or whatever and here someone come schlepping in to do their thing. Aside from the “oh my god I hope I don’t make some obscure gay code noise that makes the guy next to me think I’m interested” stress that I briefly experience, there’s that whole “god this is making a lot of noise” stress that could easily be muffled by Muzak.

After all, nothing soothes the soul in the john like a never ending loop of “You Light Up My Life” by Debby Boone.

Random Thoughts At A Baseball Game.




J.P. at the Skychiefs Game.

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Earl and I went to Syracuse to see the Skychiefs play at MacArthur Stadium P & C Stadium Alliance Bank Stadium tonight.

Now, I have to say that I’m not the biggest baseball fan in the world. It’s fun to go to a game or two during the summer, but I don’t get rabid over the Yankees or crazy about the White Sox or anything like that. I wasn’t very good at baseball or softball as a kid; perhaps I’m still traumatized by the whole ordeal. Nevertheless, being a spectator can be fun under the right circumstances.

Tonight’s weather was perfect for the game with a crystal blue sky and temperatures in the mid 70s.

We had free tickets courtesy of work with our seats up in the 300s, in the general admission area called the SkyDeck. To our left was an older couple. Apparently they had a few too many hot dogs as Earl barked out “Has she really eaten four hot dogs?” I didn’t want to say anything, but her first had ketchup, the second had mustard, the third had relish and the fourth had cheese.

But who’s counting.

It seems like there was more action in the stands than on the field. People were constantly moving. Hardly anyone was sitting as people mingled up and down the aisles, barkers barked out “cotton candy” and “programs” and several people paid more attention to the lone seagull flying over the stadium than to the players on the field.

It was a great study in people watching.

I’m always amused by the heavy corporate sponsorship going on at arenas and stadiums these days. At the site of the stadium used to stand “MacArthur Stadium”, which was probably named after someone important that mostly likely did not leave the cake out in the rain. Well they ripped that down a decade or so ago and up in it’s place came “P & C Stadium”. Not a sexy name by any stretch. By the way, P & C is a grocery store chain here in Upstate New York. When they held naming rights, 1st was in produce, 2nd was in meats, 3rd was in dairy and home plate was at the checkout lines.

Nah, I’m just kidding, but wouldn’t that have been a kick. Especially if the baseball was green like a brussel sprout or something.

Anyways, P & C filed for bankruptcy so they gave up the rights to name the stadium and it became “Alliance Bank Stadium”.

You’d think they’d have more than one ATM machine on site.

Then there’s a bunch of rotating billboards all over the place. Gone are the days of a hand painted signs along the dugout and chain link fence, now we have flashing lights, billboards that change messages and banners that proclaim the virtues of some law firm. You know, I’ve never set foot in a Supercuts (with this haircut?) but I have to wonder what the clientele is like when they heavily advertise facial waxing and barely mention hair styling.

Earl and I stayed at the game through the bottom of the fifth and decided that we had fulfilled our baseball obligation for 2006. Overall it was an enjoyable experience, but I think we’re ready for some football.

I Need Some Sleep.

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I was messing around with PhotoBooth on my PowerBook and snapped a picture of myself. When I saw the results I decided that I really need to get some serious sleep.

Earl and I are going to a baseball game in Syracuse tonight. I’m taking a nap beforehand. I’ll be witty and insightful later this evening.

Inevitable.

Here it is, the first blog entry after on-call. You know I’m going to be talking about how it wasn’t so bad after all and how I’m happy to be free of my electronic dog leash again. I have three weeks off from on-call on this run! Yay! So how am I celebrating? By agreeing to do “just a couple of hours” Thursday for a co-worker.

I’m a wainker.

Oh well, Earl will be out of town, it’ll get me a little bit of overtime and it’s only for three hours so I guess it won’t be that bad.

Now Earl and I will engage in what I call “social cramming”. We’ll go out to dinner a lot, visit with friends and family in a whirlwind tour and do lots of things we’d prefer not to discuss on this PG rated blog. (If you must know, drop me a line.)

As an added bonus, there’s a severe thunderstorm watch in effect through tonight with the possibility of “tornadic activity”! I think we’ll go storm chasing tonight and see what we can see. Why? Because we can.

Happy Monday!

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In 15 minutes is the keynote address from Apple CEO Steve Jobs from the WWDC, the Worldwide Developers Conference. He’s expected to give us a preview of the latest version of Mac OS X, Leopard, and perhaps reveal some other new goodies that’ll get us Mac-fanatics all worked up in glee.

I’ve become very Mac centric again over the past week or so. My Linux computer works well enough, it’s just not easy enough to use. I always end up back on the PowerBook.

I have dreams of moving the servers in the basement over to a Mac or two in the near future. Let’s see if Earl wants to play along! When we win the lottery, I’m going to buy everyone in my family and a select group of friends and fellow bloggers a state of the art Mac. Then I’m going to fill the computer labs of three school districts with all Macs.

You read it hear first.

Who Wants To Be A Superhero?

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I’ve found one reality show that I’m really enjoying this summer. It’s not Big Brother. It’s not Catwalk or whatever that model show is called. No, it’s something a little further than reality.

I’m really diggin’ “Who Wants To Be A Superhero?”

Shocking, isn’t it?

Found on the SciFi channel Thursday nights at 9:00 Eastern (do they still say 8:00 Central?), comic book genius Stan Lee is looking for the newest superhero for his next comic book. There’s the usual reality show twists and turns and eliminations and all that, but what I like about this “reality show” is that they are looking for a human that really is a superhero on the inside. We’re only at the second episode right now, but it looks to get really interesting.

My favorite superhero right now is Major Victory, mostly because he looks the part. He’s a little overboard with the cheesiness. I’m not getting a superhero vibe from the others at all, except perhaps for Fat Momma. I look forward to learning about the others as the series progresses.

At first I was cheering for Levity, but he let it slip that he hoped to make some loot by selling toys he designed in his likeness. Come on Levity, every gay man knows that Wonder Woman donated all the money from the dolls sold in her likeness during World War II to charity. You shouldn’t use your superpowers for financial gain.

I’m really hoping they do a second run of this next summer. Now there’s one reality show I’d definitely try out for.