I can't believe the reaction that I get when people see my red and black CapsuleRebel "Devil" case from SwitchEasy. I linked to the website from one of my recent blogs and a co-worker decided to buy one on the spot.
Tonight, I walked into an Apple store to swap out a frayed iPhone USB cable and pulled my phone out of my pocket and put it on the counter. Almost immediately, one of the other associates saw my case and exclaimed, "Oh, my God! Is that one of the new cases?!?"
"Yes," I responded. "It's the red and black CapsuleRebel from SwitchEasy. You should start carrying it in the store."
"May I?" He asked, holding out his hand. I passed my iPhone over and he literally salivated over the opportunity to hold one of these babies. He carressed the double layers of soft silicone and hard plastic and held the device close to his chest. I had to sneak my hand in just to get my phone back.
I then told him what else the case came with, and at such a low price, and his eyes lit up as he walked away, determined that he must buy one of these cases for himself.
You know... SwitchEasy is looking for resellers. These puppies sell themselves. If only I had the capital to get going...
Blogged from my iPhone 3G.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished...
Apparently, I'm having an unpopular week. I need to tell this as a story to protect the innocent (and guilty). The main character of this story is Andy.
Where Andy lives, there are a couple of females. An older one, Stacy, and a younger one, Beth. They never talk and don't really know each other. So, when Stacy told Andy that the owner of the house, Brad, told her that Beth used to be in pornography, Andy was skeptical and decided to bring it to the person in question, who initially laughed it off. When Beth talked to Brad, he approached Andy and told him that he should have brought it to him, not Beth. Andy disagreed.
Nothing came of this for several days, until last night. Beth finally confonted Stacy about the rumor, who now claimed that she heard it from a back yard visitor, not Brad. Stacy immediately approached Andy and asked him why he said something to Beth.
"Because it was gossip about her and she deserved to know," Andy responded.
Stacy tried to use Andy's earlier words against him. She tried claiming that his conversations about his roommate frustrating him and locking him out were gossip, but he retorted that was a situation that directly impacted him; the rumor about Beth being in porn had nothing to do with Stacy and she had no business repeating it. Furthmore, it wasn't true.
So, Stacy kept harrassing Andy. She would ask why he said something and refused to accept, "It was gossip," as the answer. Finally, she left frustrated and called Brad. When Brad came home, he again approached Andy as he had before.
"Stacy called me and told me that you told Beth about her being in porn," Brad stated.
"Yeah, you already knew about that," Andy responded. "I didn't say anything tonight, Beth and Stacy talked about it, then Stacy came to me asking why I told Beth."
"Well, don't say anything to anyone else again," Brad interrupted. "In fact, don't talk to either of the girls at all. If this doesn't stop, I'll just kick everyone out so I don't have to deal with it at all."
Andy was dumbfounded. He had done the right thing in not repeating the rumor and told the victim about what was being said and now he was being singled out as the culpit of the crime. And he didn't know what Stacy had said to Beth in response, so he didn't know if Beth was still going to join him for the event they were going to the next night.
Today, Andy broke Brad's request and called Beth up to find out if she was still going. He then told her about being confronted by Stacy and then Brad.
"I don't know what's going on," Andy told her. "I feel like I'm being turned into the bad guy here."
"Trust me," Beth assured him. "You are not the bad guy in any of this. I'll talk to Brad for you."
"Thank you, Beth." Andy responded. "I'm glad to know that you have my back. I'll see you tonight."
And with that, Andy smiled and hung up the phone. Feeling a little better, but still concerned with how the situation had progressed. It seems that no good deed goes unpunished in Andy's world.
Does anyone have any advice for Andy?
Where Andy lives, there are a couple of females. An older one, Stacy, and a younger one, Beth. They never talk and don't really know each other. So, when Stacy told Andy that the owner of the house, Brad, told her that Beth used to be in pornography, Andy was skeptical and decided to bring it to the person in question, who initially laughed it off. When Beth talked to Brad, he approached Andy and told him that he should have brought it to him, not Beth. Andy disagreed.
Nothing came of this for several days, until last night. Beth finally confonted Stacy about the rumor, who now claimed that she heard it from a back yard visitor, not Brad. Stacy immediately approached Andy and asked him why he said something to Beth.
"Because it was gossip about her and she deserved to know," Andy responded.
Stacy tried to use Andy's earlier words against him. She tried claiming that his conversations about his roommate frustrating him and locking him out were gossip, but he retorted that was a situation that directly impacted him; the rumor about Beth being in porn had nothing to do with Stacy and she had no business repeating it. Furthmore, it wasn't true.
So, Stacy kept harrassing Andy. She would ask why he said something and refused to accept, "It was gossip," as the answer. Finally, she left frustrated and called Brad. When Brad came home, he again approached Andy as he had before.
"Stacy called me and told me that you told Beth about her being in porn," Brad stated.
"Yeah, you already knew about that," Andy responded. "I didn't say anything tonight, Beth and Stacy talked about it, then Stacy came to me asking why I told Beth."
"Well, don't say anything to anyone else again," Brad interrupted. "In fact, don't talk to either of the girls at all. If this doesn't stop, I'll just kick everyone out so I don't have to deal with it at all."
Andy was dumbfounded. He had done the right thing in not repeating the rumor and told the victim about what was being said and now he was being singled out as the culpit of the crime. And he didn't know what Stacy had said to Beth in response, so he didn't know if Beth was still going to join him for the event they were going to the next night.
Today, Andy broke Brad's request and called Beth up to find out if she was still going. He then told her about being confronted by Stacy and then Brad.
"I don't know what's going on," Andy told her. "I feel like I'm being turned into the bad guy here."
"Trust me," Beth assured him. "You are not the bad guy in any of this. I'll talk to Brad for you."
"Thank you, Beth." Andy responded. "I'm glad to know that you have my back. I'll see you tonight."
And with that, Andy smiled and hung up the phone. Feeling a little better, but still concerned with how the situation had progressed. It seems that no good deed goes unpunished in Andy's world.
Does anyone have any advice for Andy?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
No More Mr. Nice Guy... Literally.
A couple of months ago, The Art of Manliness blog pointed to an article on 7P Productions entitled, "Do Nice Guys Finish Last?" The article made the following statement, "I decided to finally answer this question once and for all. This can only be achieved by applying a scientifically rigorous approach. My method was to think of a few questions that would test my theory, arrive at the answers using my gut instincts, and then use Google to see if anyone else agrees."
On Saturday, I reconnected with dozens of my former high school classmates. None of them was I more happy to see than the girl I had a crush on from sixth to twelfth grade. It appeared that she was happy to see me as well, which made me even happier. The only thing that didn't make me happy was the fact that she currently had a boyfriend, but the fact that they were going through a rough time gave me hope and the sheer power of our reconnection made me realize that I couldn't sit idly by and hope that they would break up. I must take action and be a part of the process. After all, they aren't married, so she is fair game.
I thought to the stories I hear all of the time from our grandparents' generation. Constantly, do they mention wooing their wives away from other men they were dating or were engaged to at the time that they met. Hell, even the movie "The Notebook" chronicles a similar story where the man had to pursue the woman that he was meant to be with.
I've had to think long and hard. Do I want to do this? I'm the nice guy. According to the 7P Productions article, nice guys finish last in terms of finding love. Granted that her boyfriend isn't in the "nice guy" category, hence him possibly losing her, but he won't if someone doesn't step up and steal her away.
And I'm a romantic guy. What is more romantic than pursuing her and literally stealing her away from her boyfriend? I believe that anything worth pursuing must invariably come with obstacles, challenges, and complications to overcome. If I truly believe her to be worth pursuing, I must be willing to accept the mountainous climb and persevere.
But that also means that I can't be Mr. Nice Guy anymore. At least long enough to win her heart (or fail miserably, which I'm willing to accept as an outcome). I must be persistent without being overbearing. Aggressive without being annoying. I need to have a plan and make each communications calculated and meaningful. It's like I'm preparing for a military assault. Perhaps I am. I have declared war on their deteriorating relationship, after all. And war calls for strategy to win, not brute force.
I've mentioned this to a few people and the reactions are surprising. I want to hear from you. I have posted a poll and would like everyone's opinion on if I'm doing the right thing in plotting to end their relationship. Does this amount to her cheating on her boyfriend, or is this as romantic as relationships can get? Let me know!
On Saturday, I reconnected with dozens of my former high school classmates. None of them was I more happy to see than the girl I had a crush on from sixth to twelfth grade. It appeared that she was happy to see me as well, which made me even happier. The only thing that didn't make me happy was the fact that she currently had a boyfriend, but the fact that they were going through a rough time gave me hope and the sheer power of our reconnection made me realize that I couldn't sit idly by and hope that they would break up. I must take action and be a part of the process. After all, they aren't married, so she is fair game.
I thought to the stories I hear all of the time from our grandparents' generation. Constantly, do they mention wooing their wives away from other men they were dating or were engaged to at the time that they met. Hell, even the movie "The Notebook" chronicles a similar story where the man had to pursue the woman that he was meant to be with.
I've had to think long and hard. Do I want to do this? I'm the nice guy. According to the 7P Productions article, nice guys finish last in terms of finding love. Granted that her boyfriend isn't in the "nice guy" category, hence him possibly losing her, but he won't if someone doesn't step up and steal her away.
And I'm a romantic guy. What is more romantic than pursuing her and literally stealing her away from her boyfriend? I believe that anything worth pursuing must invariably come with obstacles, challenges, and complications to overcome. If I truly believe her to be worth pursuing, I must be willing to accept the mountainous climb and persevere.
But that also means that I can't be Mr. Nice Guy anymore. At least long enough to win her heart (or fail miserably, which I'm willing to accept as an outcome). I must be persistent without being overbearing. Aggressive without being annoying. I need to have a plan and make each communications calculated and meaningful. It's like I'm preparing for a military assault. Perhaps I am. I have declared war on their deteriorating relationship, after all. And war calls for strategy to win, not brute force.
I've mentioned this to a few people and the reactions are surprising. I want to hear from you. I have posted a poll and would like everyone's opinion on if I'm doing the right thing in plotting to end their relationship. Does this amount to her cheating on her boyfriend, or is this as romantic as relationships can get? Let me know!
An Expensive Day...
All accounted for, I have spent about $1,000 on my iPhone 3G, not including the $160/month I spend for unlimited minutes, internet and text messages. Half of that happened yesterday and 70% within the last week. With any luck, this is out of my system and I won't spend much more on the damn thing, but I do know that I have at least one more peripheral that I need to purchase: a car cradle.
Okay, so let's summarize what I've spent so far and then tell you the ludicrous story from yesterday. The following prices are rounded out for ease of discussion.
I have been driving around lately with my earbuds in my ears to listen to music and answer calls when they come in. I've also had to carry my home charger with me, plugged into an AC/DC inverter to avoid killing my iPhone battery halfway through the day (I am a power user and I sometimes zap my charge early on). I used to have a car charger, but sold it to my brother when I sold him my old iPhone.
Originally intending to buy the Kensington Car Charger Deluxe, which simply includes a cradle and charging apparatus, I became frustrated that none of the Apple stores had it in stock and I would have to wait one to two weeks for it to even ship from the Apple Store. So, out of desperation for something... anything better, I purchased a Motorola T505 speakersphone two nights ago on my way back from San Diego. This device connects to the stereo via FM transmission and the phone via Bluetooth. Works perfectly for calls, but the iPhone doesn't support the A2DP Bluetooth profile to stream music. Without that function, a cheaper model would have been better, but I was constantly having to change radio stations because of interference and I quickly grew disappointed in the product for my needs.
So, yesterday morning I drove down to my mailbox to pick up my CapsuleRebel case and stopped by BestBuy to return the T505. I looked at car stereos again, which I had done a week or two ago, but wasn't satisfied and left. Thinking that perhaps I could simply expand my existing factory stereo with a auxilliary cable to solve the music part of my problem (and use a Bluetooth handsfree for calls), I went looking for a Mazda dealer. Keyes Mazda wasn't where it was supposed to be, so I drove to Galpin Mazda near where I'm staying. They pointed me to Galpin Auto Sports just a block away and I spoke with the guy there, who told me that there wasn't anything I could do to expand my stupid factory stereo, so my option was to get a new stereo.
I wasn't quite ready to spend $400 to have the radio purchased and installed, so I asked for the model number of the unit he suggested so I could do some research. He suggested the Pioneer DEH-P7000BT, because it has bluetooth for the phone calls, but also iPod controls so I can charge AND control my iPhone music at the same time. This seemed like the best option, but I wasn't ready. So, I went to Panera Bread, to try and get some work done, and looked the stereo up on Crutchfield. Lo and behold, it was the same model that a worker at BestBuy had suggested to me last week! I hadn't cared for the external microphone of the unit, but as I really sat down and assessed my options, I was realizing that it was the best solutions.
So, I left Panera (without getting ANY work done) and drove across the street to the BestBuy that I had first looked at the stereo to get another look at it. I asked a few questions and made some inquiries and eventually decided that I would get the unit. Hell, it was only $286 and I figured that I could install it myself to save money! So, I purchased what I needed to make it work and it actually totaled just over $400 (there's the sales tax, a wiring harness, install kit, and USB-to-iPhone cable). I took it back to the Gypsy Camp and grabbed a screw driver and attempted to figure out how to get to the stereo, let alone figure out how to install it. When I realized that there was stripping and crimping of wires involved, I knew that I didn't have the tools or patience, so I packed everything up and drove back to BestBuy, where installation would cost me about $90.
You know, this is very similar to what happens with me and web design. I tell someone what my rate is and they say, "That's rediculous! I could have my second cousin do it for free, or I could whip something up in FrontPage." And I tell that that's true, but if they want it done right and coded properly, they will spend the money to have a professional do the job. It may seem like a lot of money, but there is a reason they are paid so much: they are worth it. That's what happened to me here.
So, I walked into BestBuy, found an associate that helped me earlier, and I told him, "My pride is wounded. I submit myself to the wisdom of your install tech."
Yes. That is exactly what I said. I even repeated the second part of that to the actual install tech when he walked up (and yes, he had a HUGE grin on his face when he saw me). An hour and almost a hundred dollars later, my new stereo was installed and I drove away with my music playing and the ability to answer calls easily. Total damage for the day: $500. Ouch.
Okay, so let's summarize what I've spent so far and then tell you the ludicrous story from yesterday. The following prices are rounded out for ease of discussion.
- $300 - Apple iPhone 3G
- $30 - CapsuleRebel Protective case by SwitchEasy (I got the black and red "Devil" case)
- $100 - iTunes Music and AppStore purchases last week (hey, I was catching up from when I didn't have any money!)
- $300 - Pioneer DEH-P7000BT Car Stereo
- $200 - Part and labor for installation of said Pioneer Stereo
I have been driving around lately with my earbuds in my ears to listen to music and answer calls when they come in. I've also had to carry my home charger with me, plugged into an AC/DC inverter to avoid killing my iPhone battery halfway through the day (I am a power user and I sometimes zap my charge early on). I used to have a car charger, but sold it to my brother when I sold him my old iPhone.
Originally intending to buy the Kensington Car Charger Deluxe, which simply includes a cradle and charging apparatus, I became frustrated that none of the Apple stores had it in stock and I would have to wait one to two weeks for it to even ship from the Apple Store. So, out of desperation for something... anything better, I purchased a Motorola T505 speakersphone two nights ago on my way back from San Diego. This device connects to the stereo via FM transmission and the phone via Bluetooth. Works perfectly for calls, but the iPhone doesn't support the A2DP Bluetooth profile to stream music. Without that function, a cheaper model would have been better, but I was constantly having to change radio stations because of interference and I quickly grew disappointed in the product for my needs.
So, yesterday morning I drove down to my mailbox to pick up my CapsuleRebel case and stopped by BestBuy to return the T505. I looked at car stereos again, which I had done a week or two ago, but wasn't satisfied and left. Thinking that perhaps I could simply expand my existing factory stereo with a auxilliary cable to solve the music part of my problem (and use a Bluetooth handsfree for calls), I went looking for a Mazda dealer. Keyes Mazda wasn't where it was supposed to be, so I drove to Galpin Mazda near where I'm staying. They pointed me to Galpin Auto Sports just a block away and I spoke with the guy there, who told me that there wasn't anything I could do to expand my stupid factory stereo, so my option was to get a new stereo.
I wasn't quite ready to spend $400 to have the radio purchased and installed, so I asked for the model number of the unit he suggested so I could do some research. He suggested the Pioneer DEH-P7000BT, because it has bluetooth for the phone calls, but also iPod controls so I can charge AND control my iPhone music at the same time. This seemed like the best option, but I wasn't ready. So, I went to Panera Bread, to try and get some work done, and looked the stereo up on Crutchfield. Lo and behold, it was the same model that a worker at BestBuy had suggested to me last week! I hadn't cared for the external microphone of the unit, but as I really sat down and assessed my options, I was realizing that it was the best solutions.
So, I left Panera (without getting ANY work done) and drove across the street to the BestBuy that I had first looked at the stereo to get another look at it. I asked a few questions and made some inquiries and eventually decided that I would get the unit. Hell, it was only $286 and I figured that I could install it myself to save money! So, I purchased what I needed to make it work and it actually totaled just over $400 (there's the sales tax, a wiring harness, install kit, and USB-to-iPhone cable). I took it back to the Gypsy Camp and grabbed a screw driver and attempted to figure out how to get to the stereo, let alone figure out how to install it. When I realized that there was stripping and crimping of wires involved, I knew that I didn't have the tools or patience, so I packed everything up and drove back to BestBuy, where installation would cost me about $90.
You know, this is very similar to what happens with me and web design. I tell someone what my rate is and they say, "That's rediculous! I could have my second cousin do it for free, or I could whip something up in FrontPage." And I tell that that's true, but if they want it done right and coded properly, they will spend the money to have a professional do the job. It may seem like a lot of money, but there is a reason they are paid so much: they are worth it. That's what happened to me here.
So, I walked into BestBuy, found an associate that helped me earlier, and I told him, "My pride is wounded. I submit myself to the wisdom of your install tech."
Yes. That is exactly what I said. I even repeated the second part of that to the actual install tech when he walked up (and yes, he had a HUGE grin on his face when he saw me). An hour and almost a hundred dollars later, my new stereo was installed and I drove away with my music playing and the ability to answer calls easily. Total damage for the day: $500. Ouch.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
An Evening Ten Years In The Making...
Ten hours ago, I sat on the edge of my bed. My bare feet sticking out of my pinstripe slacks and my tie draped my neck, both waiting for me to make the necessary movements to remedy their sloven statuses. But I was frozen, sitting there with scenes from high school replaying in my mind and reminding me that I wasn't a popular student a decade ago when I walked the halls of Santana High School. And yet, I was about to finish dressing in my suit and fedora and face all of those students, some of which had made my life living hell for four years.
At first, I had trouble connecting with others. I either didn't recognize them, or couldn't remember their names. Once I finally did start saying hi, I was surprised at the response I received. Where I expected lackluster greetings, I found hearty and earnest handshakes. Women hugged me and everyone was glad to see me. The cliques and boundaries of the high school days had fallen behind me and everyone forgave the person I was before who would stand out easily because of his faith and his personality.
Most people recognized me immediately. In fact, several people saw me as I walked in and knew who I was because I gave off the same presence I did before. Those that didn't know me as well, didn't put my name and face together without assistance, but still remembered who I was. I would have to say that is pretty impressive for someone who wasn't Homecoming King, ASB President, or a Jock.
There are two incidents that leave me utterly speechless from this evening. The first is when I was talking to a friend whom I had kept in contact with via email, but I had not seen her since then either. I had a crush on her senior year, hence my desire to keep in contact with her, but she had married herself off and began raising a family. Neither of us recognized each other at first; Her hair color changed from light to dark and I had lost weight, cleared my school yard acne, grown a beard and gotten LASIK. During our conversation, she commented on these changes and added, "Might I say, you look rather handsome and attractive!"
I couldn't help, but blush and laugh.
"I can't believe you just said that to me," I said. "I had a crush on you in high school and now, ten years later, you say that you find me attractive and there isn't anything I can do about it because you are married!"
Somehow, she didn't know that I liked her. Apparently, she wasn't as popular as I thought she was back then, either, but all I saw back then was a beautiful woman who was out of my league. Now, I saw a beautiful woman with a loving husband and two adorable children. Damn.
And then she walked in. The one person I hoped to see the entire evening and tried finding online the night before. The one woman I had wondered about off and on for several years. The girl whom I first fell in love with when she transferred to my sixth grade classroom, but I never acted upon as more than a friendship for six and a half years of school with her. There she was, as happy to see me as I was to see her.
As we talked, my crush rekindled. I felt drawn to her and knew that I needed to make a move. She told me that she was seeing someone, but that they weren't doing too well and someone once told me that, unless they are married, they are fair game. I eventually pulled her ear close and said, "I know that you said that you have a boyfriend, but you have to let me buy you coffee or lunch some time when I am back in San Diego."
Without pressing her too much, I was a constant presence around her the rest of the evening. I tended to a wound she received at a club and even held her hand down a flight of stairs (side note: you have no idea how good it felt just to hold a woman's hand again) and we even spoke briefly of spiritual and personal matters, making myself vulnerable to her in the process. She saw my character and I hope to be able to pursue her and draw her away from the guy she's dating now. I can't get her out of my head and every feeling I had for her ten years ago has resurfaced.
And so I sat on the edge of my bed after coming home. My shoes and socks had slipped off as my bare feet stuck out of my pinstripe slacks and my tie was loosened from the noose it once formed around my neck. I removed my fedora from my head and placed it in the hat box and then just sat there, pondering the evening.
For the longest time, my figurative mouth was empty. I had so much about the evening to share, but didn't know where to start or how to even formulate the proper sentence structure. I walked into the evening, not sure whether or not I should look forward to it, but I walked out with encouragement and hope. Perhaps a prospect of love, or only a reminder that I've got something to offer for the right woman. Not much of me has changed since high school, but my confidence is what sets me apart from the man I once was and is what I need to rely upon in the months to come.
At first, I had trouble connecting with others. I either didn't recognize them, or couldn't remember their names. Once I finally did start saying hi, I was surprised at the response I received. Where I expected lackluster greetings, I found hearty and earnest handshakes. Women hugged me and everyone was glad to see me. The cliques and boundaries of the high school days had fallen behind me and everyone forgave the person I was before who would stand out easily because of his faith and his personality.
Most people recognized me immediately. In fact, several people saw me as I walked in and knew who I was because I gave off the same presence I did before. Those that didn't know me as well, didn't put my name and face together without assistance, but still remembered who I was. I would have to say that is pretty impressive for someone who wasn't Homecoming King, ASB President, or a Jock.
There are two incidents that leave me utterly speechless from this evening. The first is when I was talking to a friend whom I had kept in contact with via email, but I had not seen her since then either. I had a crush on her senior year, hence my desire to keep in contact with her, but she had married herself off and began raising a family. Neither of us recognized each other at first; Her hair color changed from light to dark and I had lost weight, cleared my school yard acne, grown a beard and gotten LASIK. During our conversation, she commented on these changes and added, "Might I say, you look rather handsome and attractive!"
I couldn't help, but blush and laugh.
"I can't believe you just said that to me," I said. "I had a crush on you in high school and now, ten years later, you say that you find me attractive and there isn't anything I can do about it because you are married!"
Somehow, she didn't know that I liked her. Apparently, she wasn't as popular as I thought she was back then, either, but all I saw back then was a beautiful woman who was out of my league. Now, I saw a beautiful woman with a loving husband and two adorable children. Damn.
And then she walked in. The one person I hoped to see the entire evening and tried finding online the night before. The one woman I had wondered about off and on for several years. The girl whom I first fell in love with when she transferred to my sixth grade classroom, but I never acted upon as more than a friendship for six and a half years of school with her. There she was, as happy to see me as I was to see her.
As we talked, my crush rekindled. I felt drawn to her and knew that I needed to make a move. She told me that she was seeing someone, but that they weren't doing too well and someone once told me that, unless they are married, they are fair game. I eventually pulled her ear close and said, "I know that you said that you have a boyfriend, but you have to let me buy you coffee or lunch some time when I am back in San Diego."
Without pressing her too much, I was a constant presence around her the rest of the evening. I tended to a wound she received at a club and even held her hand down a flight of stairs (side note: you have no idea how good it felt just to hold a woman's hand again) and we even spoke briefly of spiritual and personal matters, making myself vulnerable to her in the process. She saw my character and I hope to be able to pursue her and draw her away from the guy she's dating now. I can't get her out of my head and every feeling I had for her ten years ago has resurfaced.
And so I sat on the edge of my bed after coming home. My shoes and socks had slipped off as my bare feet stuck out of my pinstripe slacks and my tie was loosened from the noose it once formed around my neck. I removed my fedora from my head and placed it in the hat box and then just sat there, pondering the evening.
For the longest time, my figurative mouth was empty. I had so much about the evening to share, but didn't know where to start or how to even formulate the proper sentence structure. I walked into the evening, not sure whether or not I should look forward to it, but I walked out with encouragement and hope. Perhaps a prospect of love, or only a reminder that I've got something to offer for the right woman. Not much of me has changed since high school, but my confidence is what sets me apart from the man I once was and is what I need to rely upon in the months to come.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Fly Me To The Moon...
There are times in our lives that we get particular songs stuck into our fragile, human heads. We hear something on the radio or in a store and it keeps playing over and over again in our heads. And then there are others, of which I would be included, that are actually cursed to have completely random songs stuck in our heads that we haven't heard in ages.
Tonight, Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me To The Moon" is stuck in my head and I don't know why. Upon announcing it to a few people earlier tonight before San Diego Filmmakers began, I was successful in getting it stuck in Robin's head as well, plus possibly countless others that didn't tell me of my agonizing skill.
I'm thinking about the song, though. As I sing (what few words I actually know) on my way back home, I realize that it's a love song. I only have love songs like this stuck in my head when I really like someone and I know they like me back. It's as if my internal "hope-o-meter" kicks into over drive and starts playing the old crooners in my ear canals until my orifaces begin to ooze with sappy love music from yesteryear.
Last time this happened, I was singing "It's Almost Like Being In Love" to myself in the car for two or three weeks. Maybe this time I won't have to stop singing.
Blogged from my iPhone 3G.
Tonight, Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me To The Moon" is stuck in my head and I don't know why. Upon announcing it to a few people earlier tonight before San Diego Filmmakers began, I was successful in getting it stuck in Robin's head as well, plus possibly countless others that didn't tell me of my agonizing skill.
I'm thinking about the song, though. As I sing (what few words I actually know) on my way back home, I realize that it's a love song. I only have love songs like this stuck in my head when I really like someone and I know they like me back. It's as if my internal "hope-o-meter" kicks into over drive and starts playing the old crooners in my ear canals until my orifaces begin to ooze with sappy love music from yesteryear.
Last time this happened, I was singing "It's Almost Like Being In Love" to myself in the car for two or three weeks. Maybe this time I won't have to stop singing.
Blogged from my iPhone 3G.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Jesus-Loves-You.com
Take a careful look at the bumper sticker on the back of this truck. I risked my life in Los Angeles rush hour traffic to take the shot and show it to you. If you can't tell, it points to the website http://www.jesus-loves-you.com/ :-)
Update: Upon further inspection, the URL has no content and is up for sell. Someone want to buy it with me and build a website there with gospel information? Let me know... We should grab it before someone else with malicious intent does.
Blogged from my iPhone 3G.
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