Hit the thrift store today at lunch. Met Wayne there. I didn't think it'd actually turn in to a topic for a post (afterall, I was only looking for a new sweater vest, honest!)...but I got a post.
But I got so much more.
I have to start off with the major feat (that should secure my title of Thrift Store King and assure my place in the pantheons of history).
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you one freakin' hard to come by record:
My friend Darrin is on a quest to get the records of his childhood. Some of these he managed to rescue from his parents. The beloved Christmas album, however, was not among the survivors. It had fallen victim to a spring-cleaning/Garage Sale incident known only as "that day"*.
Darrin wanted to test my prowess as the ThriftStore King, so he says to me. "Todd, I had this Christmas record when I was a kid. It has some Christmas scene....tree...kid...truck...that kind of thing. Oh yeah, and it was on Colortone records. Can you find it for me? I …
It would seem that I am turning in to my dad. I don't have his stature (I'm slightly taller). But I have his nose. And forehead. It's the Skaggs nose and forehead. Ever see Ricky Skaggs? He's got the Skaggs nose, too. So, picture him with a buzz haircut and you're pretty on target for what I look like (or will look like in 10 years). So...looking in the mirror and seeing my dad-check. How else am I becoming my dad? Apparently I've picked up his vocal mannerisms. Growing up, I would frequently think that my dad was yelling or mad at me. Ever see "That 70's Show" where Red Foreman says "This is not yelling. When I'm yelling, you'll know!" That would be my dad. All through his life (from what I've observed and of his retelling), he's had to fight to be top dog. This sometimes results in the "Good Message-Sucky Delivery" approach. And it also ensures that some people will be put off by his abruptness. G…
So, I swore (ok, didn't swear, but thought strongly about) not to pepper this blog with Quizzes. And for only the 2nd time that I choose to remember, I break that and subject you to this one. It's actually a book quiz that I goinked off of my SIL's blog. And given the nature of what the results were, I can't really speak to whether or not it's accurate. BUT I LIKE TO THINK THAT IT MIGHT BE...at least to some extent.
And without further ado...I give what I would be, if I were a book (or some cheesy name like that):
You're A Prayer for Owen Meany!
by John Irving
Despite humble and perhaps literally small beginnings, you inspire faith in almost everyone you know. You are an agent of higher powers, and you manifest this fact in mysterious and loud ways. A sense of destiny pervades your every waking moment, and you prepare with great detail for destiny fulfilled. When you speak, IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS!
A thought just occurred to me. There are those that think it is better to say "Happy Holidays" rather than some religiously biased phrase like "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Chanukah," etc. A large portion of those that argue this point are atheist or agnostic at best. And this amuses me. Because instead of focusing on one deity by choosing the holiday, you're opening it up for ALL of the deities to come in and have a sit-down. from the merriam webster site (http://www.m-w.com): Main Entry: 1hol·i·day Pronunciation: 'hä-l&-"dA, British usually 'hä-l&-dE Function: noun Etymology: Middle English, from Old English hAligdæg, from hAlig holy + dæg day It's a HOLY day. This, then, opens a whole new set of definitions: Main Entry: ho·ly Pronunciation: 'hO-lE Function: adjective Inflected Form(s): ho·li·er; -est Etymology: Middle English, from Old English hAlig; akin to Old English hAl whole -- more at WHOLE 1: exalted or worthy o…
I'd like to take a moment to wish you all a Merry Christmas. I don't know about this recent trend of just by-passing that for the more generic "Happy Holidays." Oh, I know why it's done. Political Correctness has eroded many traditions of my childhood, but this is one I'm gonna hang on to.
So, again I say Merry Christmas. And by that I don't mean that you have to give up on your holiday traditions, and I'm not trying to slight you in any way. I'm basically trying to say that I wish you and yours a peaceful and safe season full of merriment with the ones you love. In whatever way you choose to observe.
This is our first Christmas at the new house. We have a fireplace. And a pine tree outside. And stockings hung by the chimney with care. I'm so totally jazzed for our Christmas that I can barely stand it. Here's a shot of the homefront last night as the snow was falling. We went uber minimalist on the lights this year. Next year, we're …
I will say right now that I don’t have the Seinfeld gene. He always seemed like a whiny twit to me when I would see his comedy routines on Comedy Central or HBO. I laughed no more or no less than any other comedian I saw.I have watched maybe 3 entire episodes of the show (and many more bits and pieces whilst flipping to other destinations on the dial). I was misfortunate enough to watch the final episode and what a piece of shit way to end a series.I also saw one where George’s fiancée died from licking the glue on the cheap wedding invitation envelopes (was that also on the finale??). And that’s funny how?I clearly don’t get it.It is one clique of office vernacular that I will immediately exclude myself from. Talks are going around about Festivus. And when someone tried to explain it to me (I guess my deer in headlight stare was an indication that I had no idea what they meant), they said “you know-Seinfeld.”No. I don’t know Seinfeld. I have nothing against the show. There were mome…
If you've never been inside an Apple store, all I can say is, it's surreal. I had to sign in to see a Mac Genius. When my turn came I was face with a dude that was almost a mirror image of me. At first I thought it was Apple's way of helping me feel at home-you know.."come on in, we'll have you help you"..that kind of thing.
But it wasn't me. And I don't know NotMe's name, so it doesn't really matter.
Anyway, I bellied up to the bar. Told him my sad tale and handed over my deadPod. He looked at it, typed some things into the computer and after a little small talk said, "hold on. I'll be right back." Um. Sure. I wasn't going anywhere. Not without a new iPod anyway.
He comes out with a brown box. And you know what? Sonuvabish if it wasn't a 40GB iPod. I guess just because they don't sell the 40's anymore that doesn't mean the service centers don't still stock them.
This is not a good thing to get when you fire up your iPod.
This is the "sad-iPod" icon. And it means you're screwed.
Or in this case, I'm screwed.
Luckily, my particular technical fornication came at month 10 of my initial 12 month warranty period. I called the Apple store nearest me and was told to bring it in to the gEnius dEsk, so that one of the mAc gEniuses could look at it and tell me I'm screwed. Amy (the person who took the call) also told me that since it's under warranty, it will not cost me anything to get it looked at (and presumably repaired) and that sometimes depending on the particular cause of the sadiPod icon, they just swap out units right then and there.
If this happens, it will be interesting. I have a 4th Gen 40GB iPod (which is no longer made). And I had over 30GB of music on it. So, my thinking is...the righteous thing to do would be to swap me out to a 60GB (since the 40 is no longer made and I clearly had over 30GB of stuff on it). I…
I love the word 'radar.' In fact, I love all palindromes (but that's a story for another time).
Just popping in to say that I started the undertaking of re-arranging the studio last night. The record shelves were re-configured and the tie-dye grateful dead banner flies high.
All that's left now is to: move the desk upmove the table with the turntables (the DJ Table) closer to the desk slide the hammond a little further to the left of where it is nowplace the 4 shelf unit (which will house the 12" singles and 45's) closer to the DJ tablego through the album collection, integrating Shelley's albums with my own collection and pulling the ones that I won't really be listening to and putting those back in the album boxes that Shelley's albums came inJam. Party like it's 1999. Get down with my bad self. I want to have a party where we just jam and have a blast with records and adult beverages....let's see....what kind of holiday is coming up that wo…
If I were going to spin for parties (and in particular, 80's themed parties), I'd call myself DJ Amtrak. That way people wouldn't be surprised if there were a few trainwrecks every now and again.
And what brought this sudden bout of wistful thinking mixed with a tinge of self-deprecation? A couple things actually. But before I get to the answer, we have to go back about 12 hours.
A friend of mine (the brother of a friend, to be exact) hunts all forms of wild game for later human consumption. My favorite of these would be venison. Dan's been bartering with venison for many many years now and I'm more than happy to fix his PCs in exchange for dead bambi. Today was no exception.
He had to clear his freezer of some of last year's kill to make room for this year's kill, and could I help him do that and oh yeah look at his ailing computer while I'm there? Sure.
So I headed up this morning and quickly determined that the system was horked. In a big way. But we hea…
You know what sucks about having an online blog (as opposed to the offline kind-affectionately called "a journal" or "diary")?
Here's the suck.
When I do something I'm proud of...and it's a gift I'm making for someone...I can't talk about it in the detail I want to until after I give it to the person for whom it's intended (because of the simple fact that they may, in fact, read this blog).
Oooooh. Now you're all wondering what I've made for you.
You'll also notice (hopefully) a new link over in my friends & family (*cough*MCI) section. I'd like to give a big shout out to Victor and the WolfZone. I've known Victor for several years and am more than happy to help him fill space on his website until he finds someone better to put there :-) I was pleasantly surprised to read what he had to say about me. There's not enough celebration of Creativity around here. Don't be minions of the corporate "Arts". Find your own path (paints face blue and heads off to find a kilt) AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
OK. Where was I?
Oh right, Christmas lights.
Mine still aren't up. I took advantage of the move this summer to purge our light collection of the wimpy things that pass for lights (and no, I will NEVER put icicles up, heathen). C-7's or C-9's. THOSE …
As promised, after a fine (free) dinner at LoneStar, we headed over to the holyland.
There's something about the sexy glow of the OhioThrift sign after a long day.
I came across this shirt early on. I was intrigued by a shirt with somebody's name in quotation marks. What could it mean? Maybe the answer is on the back....
Ummm. This is a little weird. OK. A lot weird. Creepy as hell. And what's worse, I'm still no closer to unraveling the "JEFF" mystery.
Ahhh. Classic. Vintage. The real deal. You may not know how to tell vintage from the noveau-vintage, but I do.
This one's from Gold Circle. There was a Gold Circle down the street from my house. They closed in 1988. So, at the very least, this shirt is 17 years old. Probably older judging from the fact that it's 100%Nylon.
Continuing the trend of finding gender misappropriate garments in the men's section, I present this, uh, holiday sweater.
This goes perfectly with the Nuclear Power Commission shi…
It's the last Wednesday of the month, which can only mean one thing. Today is 1/2 price Wednesday at the Awesomest Thriftstore in a 20mile radius!!
I took 1/2 day off work today (my reward for working last Wednesday until 5 when everyone else got let off at 12). I tooled over to Mrs. S's work location and we proceeded back to make a lunch date of thrifting.
Knowing that we'd be back again later in the day, I didn't really look at any clothes (I typically only buy clothes on 1/2pricelastwednesdayofthemonths (since I'm cheap like that)). I instead focused my camera's iris on other areas of interest.
Growing up and spending a good chunk of my childhood in the 70's, I saw lots of games like this.
Looks great on the cover, right? Wow! 6 cool sports?? OK, 5 cool sports and Tennis. Yeah, really cool pictures...until you flip over the box.
It's paper. A paper game. You might as well be reading about the sport. You'll be closer to the action. Yo…
An interesting thing occurs when you start talking about your weight with others. If you flat out admit that you are obese (or a fatass, as I like to call myself), people will try to convince you otherwise. "Oh, phhhh. You're not THAT big." "You just need to lose a few pounds" or my personal favorite "Yeah, but you carry it well. You can hardly tell."
Folks, I can tell. I'm a big boy. I'm pushing 3oo which is about 100 extra pounds. That's ONE THIRD of me that shouldn't be there.
I did Atkins for a while. Managed to go from 318 (no, that's not a mistype) to 278. Now I'm holding at about 290. About 90 pounds shy of where I need to be to, oh I don't know, be healthy.
It's not that I don't care. I care that I'm fat. And my doctor has about exhausted her patience. Mostly because I've been bullshitting her about cutting calories. I mean, I think I have. But not the way I need to. And I really need to exercise. I have…
OK. If you haven't seen Chicken Little yet, or you haven't seen it in 3-D, then you need to go see it. Now. No seriously. Get your butt on Movietickets.com and get some tickets for whatever theatre in your area is showing it in 3-D. A couple weeks back I took Jen to see it. Today we saw it again in 3-D and it was AMAZING. It was probably the best 3D movie I've seen since that one in Chicago that one time (but that one was just flat out funny...and not for kids).
Seriously. Go see it. In 3-D. It's a great movie. And it's not the annoying red/blue 3-D. It's the grey and its done very well.
Alright. Enough of that. It's Saturday Night (and I ain't got nobody...)...Nancy and Tommy are in Indy visiting her dad and sister and I'm watching Thelma and Louise. Something is definitely very wrong with this picture.
But they'll be back tomorrow and it'll be alright. And we shant speak of the whole Thelma and Louise thing again. Ever.
If you want to solidify your feelings on the human race, put yourself in the midst of mall traffic the day after Thanksgiving.
You will either come away hating people altogether or laughing at the absurdity of it all. "IT" being the fact that no matter how much we claimed to have evolved, shopping for other people is as close to primal as we get in today's society. All the instincts are present. The drive for hunting/gathering. Fight or Flight response. Fierce territorialism. And occasionally, if you're lucky enough to witness it, complete altruistic compassion.
I received from my brother gift cards for Barnes and Noble. I had no intention of venturing anywhere today (terrified by what many foolishly naive newscasters called "Black Friday." Had they actually put an ounce of thought into it, they would have coined it "Bleak Friday" but I digress).
A sudden bout of stir craziness, though, changed all of that. Along with the promise of some leftover hon…