Just wanted to share this picture with you.
I took it this morning at Hoover Resevoir (in Ohio, not the real one).
I got up to film the sunrise for a video project I'm working on.
Seeing the sunrise over the water defies words.
Enjoy the rest of your Memorial Day!
Sentence for Assault & Battery: 3-5 years
Satisfaction of catching someone in the act of keying your car....Priceless.
Whether it's blatant street justice, vigiliantism, or sheer revenge nothing helps keep you going like MasterCard.
MasterCard. Accepted by Clerks of Courts in all 50 states.
And then I calmly finished my dinner and went out to look. It was on the passenger side (which explains why I didn't see it when I got in the car to come home today. But sure as shit...I was keyed.
And I have to tell you...it pisses me off. And I would have caught the ratbastards in the act...someone would have been hurting. That's just chickenshit.
I don't know who, specifically, it was. I just know who, in general, it was.
There is a group of temps that work on the 3rd floor. And on most days around the time I'm leaving, they're down in the smoking room (in the garage). And that's fine. As long as they stay in that room to smoke and not right by the exit doors, whatever. I'm fine with it. But they don't just let that be that.
At 5PM, the autodoor locks in the garage engage and they get locked out. And by locked out, I mean they have to drag their fatasses around to the front of the building where the lock is still open until about 7 (at which point, there's a buzzer so someone on the 2nd floor can buzz them in). So, they're never really locked out.
But that doesn't matter. The walk is just uncalled for. So they prop the door open. Flip the lock on the door so that they can get back in. Well...I and some others in my office have a tendency to lock that door back up. It's a security risk and I'm sick of them thinking they should get special treatment because they don't want to walk the 100 feet to the front door.
So, If I had to guess, I'd bet money that one of those nicotine huffin' chickenshits keyed my car today.
It's an easy car to spot (A couple of bumper stickers see to that). And I'm an easy target. They wouldn't dare key the car of someone that's in management (i.e. parks in the garage).
Well, I'm not going out like that. I just called building management, told them my suspicions, and tomorrow will be calling the Columbus Police to come out and file a report (so I can at least get the thing taken care of).
Good news is, most of the things don't look particularly deep (more surface scratches than deep gouges) which leads me to believe it was a girl and she was in a hurry and didn't want to get caught.
This ain't over by a damn sight.
Dylar's 13th birthday party. Dylar is Dylan. Son of my wife's cousin's husband. And they live in Indiana. And a couple of weeks ago, they asked if I could dj his birthday party of about 20-25 13yr olds. So I said "sure" and proceeded to panic about whether I would have the sufficient gear and "cool factor" to dj such a bash. Turns out the gear took care of itself and the cool-factor was really irrelevant. It's a bunch of 13 yr. olds. They have no idea what cool is yet. Cool is saying "sh*t" or "f**k" behind their parents back (ahh, the good old days).
Tommy and Nancy had other comittments, so it was a Father/Daughter road trip. Picked up Jen yesterday afternoon and we headed to Indy.
All in all the party was a success, I'd say. Besides the fact that I didn't have enough slow-songs and not having "Hips Don't Lie" appears to be the just-turned-teen equivalent of a cardinal sin, it was a pretty good show. The strobe lights were a hit. And the fog. Everybody loves a fog machine. I don't care where you are, there are very few events that can't be bumped up to that next level with a fog machine and a driving beat (Ahhh yes...I can see the head >shoooooosh< >thumpathumpathumpathumpa)
So. It was fun. Jen won a $10 Target card for her burping prowess (she makes me so proud!) And we stayed over at the RedRoof Inn (which was right across the street from the White Castes-so choice!). Ate at Bob Evan's (again within walking distance to the hotel) and hit the road. We just got in. And I'm gonna go take a nap...but not before I tell you two things (one cool, one scary).
The coolest. Nash surprised me with a kick-ass gift (as if the hotel, free pizza, pop, nachos and salsa weren't enough). A black and white trucker's hat. But Todd, you say, a hat's not cool. Au contraire, mon frere. This hat is freakin' inspirational y'all. I had come up with (thanks to Nancy's help) the quite straight-forward dj moniker of "SonicTodd." This, however, just kicks that to the curb imho.
It's sheer genius. He found the Apple logo and infused it with my ongoing theme of the yin and yang (you hear that Lil Jon? It's YIN...not YING. Ignorant f***!). And he managed to find the actual iPod font (which apparently was not easy). And since I deejayed with the iPod, laptop and an iPod Nano from one of the party goers, it was oh so apropos.
It may stick. Even though I thought the logo for the SonicTodd stuff was the bomb...this sh*t is even cooler in my mind. Made cooler still by the fact that it was dubbed upon me...not something I had to make up and try to be clever about. So...yeah. That was hot.
And for the frightening thing. Apparently there's some racecar thing happening in Indianapolis next weekend and everyone's got this pandemic race-fever BS. Well, we saw this as we were leaving.
Folks...no matter how you read this (five-thousand dollars/plate or a five-thousand dollar plate or a five dollar G Plate-which what the heck is a G-Plate?), it's still creepy. Just what could merit such a prize (or entry fee)?? And why, if the restaurant is called Jonathan Byrd's Cafeteria, is it the "Eating Ginny 500?" So many unanswered questions. And we wanted to get home, so I didn't take the time to go find out. Which, in retrospect was probably a good thing. That way, I can just tell myself that it's not possibly as bad as I'd imagined (instead of actually knowing that it was).
And on that, I leave you. To go take a nap before my neighbor's cookout.
Got the Birthday party in 15 hours or so. First "real" tune-throwing gig in oh..20 years or so. I'm pretty pumped. Got most of my stuff packed up (I'll load it up in the car tomorrow).
And now...here it is...my moment of MS Paint Glory....
I was going to a big long post about the weekend, but I'm just not feeling it right now.
My tummy is kind of yucky. I think I put too much Bay Seasoning on the popcorn.
But it's all good. Because I'm listening to Newcleus in my new Noise Canceling Radio Shack (Koss) headphones. And dude...they sound sweet. I'm pretty sure I can drown out the talking d****bags in the quiet lab.
And, they are going to be good for filming. I'll be able to hear just what's coming through the camera (or the minidisc). And they should be pretty good for this weekend.
And, also for the weekend, I picked up some Monster Cable that RadioShack had on sale. This freakin' cable is normally like $40 for the heavy duty braided stuff. It was on sale for $9. I didn't see how I could pass it up. And it's definitely more pro-looking than the 18gauge BS speaker wire on a spool I would have been using. This stuff looks like it belongs with the mixer and maybe it's just me buying in to the hype, but it does seem to have better response. I had the mixer pushed up pretty high this evening. My neighbors have to hate me by now. But it'll all be over soon.
I just hope that the tracks are dope enough to keep the 13 year olds jamming for the hours from 7PM to 10PM. We'll see.
- I cannot, repeat CANNOT walk past a Cinnabon store 6 times in one week without making a purchase. It just isn't going to happen.And it didn't. On my way to pick up the 4th iPod in 15 months (more on that later), I broke down on pass number 6. I figured, what the heck, I have plenty of flex points left. I was pleasantly surprised. They were only 1/2 as bad for me as I had been planning for.The second thing I know is this.
- The Apple Protection Plan (A mere $59 out of pocket) for the iPod was WELL FREAKIN' WORTH IT!
Yeah. I got the sad iPod face tonight. And then I got the click, click, click, click sound that I know all too well. It's the sound of the seek heads on a harddrive not being able to line up properly. So, at 8:30 I hopped in the squeakmobile and headed over to the Apple store at Easton. I tried to get signed in at the genius bar, but it said they were too busy, but Tad and Chad (not their real names) were able to help anyway between the other two customers there.
As soon as I get done explaining the situation to Tad , I go to hand him my iPod and I turned it on. And the damn thing worked!! I told him that the crisis was averted, but he offered to run diagnostics on it anyway. I said "Sure. Fire Away"
I hand it to him and he asks, "Do you mind if I wipe the harddrive?" Well, no. If they gave me a knew one, I'd have to start over from scratch anyway. So, I told him to have at it.
He looked at me and said, "You got all your songs on iTunes? Any thing on here I should know about"
Well...I've got some blow in the glove box and a 12 gauge under the seat MP3Officer, but other than that, nothing to worry about.
Of course I didn't say that. Hell, I didn't even think about it until I got 1/2 way home with my new (quite likely refurbed) iPod. That was after I convinced myselft that the iPodstapo was not going to come after me because Tad had wiped the harddrive.
And now the new (quite likely refurbed) iPod is charging. I'll start the task of loading up again tomorrow (if I got started tonight, I'd never get any sleep).
I'm actually happy this happened when it did (instead of at the party). I got the sad iPod face a month or so back and it mysteriously recovered again. But, I have to say my confidence in it wasn't too high.
And I need it to work next weekend. I'd hate to have the thing just take a big old crap at Dylan's birthday party. How the heck do you tell a roomful of 13 year olds that there's not going to be any music at the party because the iPod took a dump.
But all seems to be well now.
And about that pat on the back? Heck, take two-they're small.
That's right. The original, unaltered versions of the original trilogy are coming out on DVD. No Greedo shooting (and missing horribly-you really think anyone, let alone a bounty hunter would miss from 2 feet???). No Hayden Christiansen (I just threw up a bit in my mouth) superimposed at the end of Return of the Jedi. No re-dubbing of Boba Fett's voice with the piss poor what's his nuts that played Jango Fett. No Han Solo stepping on Jabba's tail. No Jabba period until the appropriate reveal (I don't want to see him in Star Wars. It just clouds the issue). No super fancy death star explosion. No super digitally enhanced special effects. Just the original brilliant trilogy that captivated our hearts nearly 30 years ago.
All I can say is....it's about damn time.
I had planned on just doing a t-shirt only post, but I got more. Oh yes. Much more.
Let's start of with this lovely Stetson "Untamed*" Gift pack....
(*You can't tell from this pic, but the crumpled up Pabst beer can and the wifebeater t-shirt is also included.)
Up next, this lovely picture frame (that reminds me of a toilet paper tube project we did in art class in 2nd Grade).
OK...a leather steering wheel cover I can understand.
I don't think I'm alone here when I say that clowns just creep me the hell out.
This is what happens when purses can no long be useful members of society:
And now on to the shirts. Once again, Hawaiian shirts for skinny ass people...Oh how you mock me!! But not for long...
Revenge was mine when I found this little gem..
And while it's technically not a Hawaiian shirt, per se (unless the Old Navy was stationed in Hawaii), it does have that general feel. And that's good enough for me.
Hmm. That's a funny way to spell "Peyton."
Let this be a lesson to you...if you're the 2nd string quarterback...you WILL get your own t-shirt. but you will NOT find it anywhere but in thrift stores.
OK. Whatever drugs you're taking that let you think it's OK to wear these on the golf course, you gotta share.
C'mon. Pass the dutchie on the left hand side, man.
This shirt I really wanted. For obvious reasons, of course.
And the award for best bastardization of a reality show logo goes to....
some bar! At least I think it was a bar. I don't know. I was really wasted at the time.
Wow. OK ladies...wear it with pride. Now you can be a "chick" AND objectified as property with one amazing t-shirt.
Except the chick wih the barbells. I have a feeling she could kick Rick's ass.
Now I ask you...what good is the t-shirt without the special glasses to decode the secret message from the Cap'n?
And that about wraps it up for the shirts. And now ladies and gentlemen, I must warn you this next shot is very disturbing...
In an effort to embrace cultural and gender diversity, the Ohio Thrift Store is proud to present...
The Gay Bar Starter Set. Nothing but the finest leathers!
And, if you act now, this set of 4 "Holy Crap" candles can be yours!
That's the biggest pair of...meditation balls I've ever seen!
Now, I'm not an expert, but I have a few sets of these meditiation balls (the ones that soothe you when they touch and annoy everyone around you at the same instant)...and none of them are the size of small baseballs!
While these technically aren't a thrift item, they were in a vending machine at the thriftstore so it's fair game.
OK...WTF? After what-50 years, Hostess changes the wrapped on the Ding Dongs. That's just not right.
And in closing, I'll leave you with a bumper sticker we saw in the parking lot.
I took Wayne over to get a new tire put on his motorcycle. And lucky for me, it's right across the street from the Salvation Army Thrift Store. So, we stopped over on the way back to the office.And I have to say...it just sucks now. It went from 1990's quaint but still kind of cool...to '06 trailer trash.
The racks were turned a different way. Things were all moved around.But that wasn't the worst.They took the vinyl off of these GREAT shelves that they used to have (yes, I coveted the shelves and wanted some just like them in my house). They put the albums in freakin' crates and laundry baskets.
Sure fire way to get me to not look at the albums is to put them into containers that are clearly designed for something else entirely (like laundry baskets).So, yeah. It's off the list of the thriftstore run. It's just not cool anymore.
Just a sad shadow of its former glory.
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