Published at November 19, 2005
in General.
So I was in Provo, Utah visiting family last weekend. My Dad, a car guy, tells me “I know nothing about cars!” He went on to explain how his son-in-law told him something about all cars that he never knew. He learned that the rear view mirror pivots on two hinges, not just the one attached to the mirror piece itself.
He was astonished that he didn’t yet know about this. I didn’t know either. We were in my truck while he told me this. I semi-awkwardly looked at my rear view mirror to have a look at it. I didn’t muster up the courage at the time to try it out, but I figured I would eventually give in. I didn’t want to do it because I knew it would mess up my perfect positioning with little chance of ever getting it back.
Yesterday I gave in.
I was driving (naturally) and just grabbed hold of the mirror and yanked it all around. Sure enough, it was double-hinged chaos. I didn’t remember to look and see just where it was at before the repositioning. Now I’m in the process of gradually getting it closer to where it was before. I’m sure it never will be perfect, but I just had to find out for myself. I like satisfying urges like that from time to time.
Published at November 18, 2005
in Awesome.
Someone on MySpace posted this list. Not sure where he got it, but hot diggity dog, it is quality.
1. Chuck Norris’ tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.
2. A man once asked Chuck Norris if his real name is “Charles”. Chuck Norris did not respond, he simply stared at him until he exploded.
3. Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother’s womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard.
4. Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK’s head exploded out of sheer amazement.
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Tonight I was playing basketball and I did something awful. After jumping for a rebound (that I didn’t get), my elbow came down square on a teammate’s nose. This was the kind of elbow where my forearm was all lined up so all the momentum went into the blow. I’m pretty sure it’s the hardest I’ve ever hit anybody with an elbow. I didn’t feel any bones, so I thought I had hit his shoulder or something, but nope, landed right on his nose.
He took it like a champ. He slowly laid down and just calmly let out an “ahhh” - with pretty red eyes and some bruises already showing up. I went to the bathroom with him to see the damage, there was a good kink in it and a good size red bump on the side. It looks like he’ll have a real good shiner. He went to the hospital to get it straightened back up.
It was one of those things that was a total accident, but I still feel awful for it happening. I’ve got respect for him, he told me he completely understands it was an accident, and even told me about a time he did the same thing to someone else. Even after all that, I still feel like a jerk. That may be because once, about six years back, I gouged someone in the eye (also playing hoops), which led to him needing to wear glasses for the next three years. I need to get a hold of him and make sure he’s recovered.
This weekend, I heard three people say something was the best ever thing or experience they’ve had. First was at the Australian Pink Floyd Show in Salt Lake City (I’ll post more about this later this day).
1 - After they played Any Colour You Like from The Dark Side of The Moon, my father said that was possibly the greatest thing he’d ever heard. The lead guitar player really took the guitar solo and put his touch on it, but in a style true to David Gilmour.
2 - Comfortably Numb, which I consider as close to musical perfection as one can get, was also played at the concert. My friend CJ, with whom I’ve attended many a concert, said that the second guitar solo that was performed in that song was the best concert moment at which he’s ever been.
3 - My boss at work took a 10 day trip to Hawaii recently. On her return, I asked how the vacation was and she replied that it was the best thing she’s ever done. This one tops the others, as it was the best thing ever for her.
I enjoy hearing about people’s “best evers” in different aspects of life. It’s funny that I heard about 3 of them in a span of just a few days.
Published at November 9, 2005
in Awesome.
When I see a nice round booty, I’m gonna slap it, just as many a straight man would.
Sometimes, the slap comes before the thought process. Yesterday at work, a good friend and co-worker of mine was standing in a very visible place with her butt asking to be slapped. I decided to comply, so I walked right by and gave it a nice open handed whack. Only at that moment as the sound echoed off the walls did I realize the possible consequences of what my hand just did.
I continued through to where I was headed, then on the way back checked with her to make sure she wasn’t upset by it (naturally, she wasn’t), and went on my way. About 10 minutes later my name was paged over the intercom to go to see someone with whom I never deal in normal work situations. I reported and sure enough, it was “write-up” time. I was told this write-up would go to my team leader. I was relieved, because I was sure she’d have a good laugh about it. She’s in Hawaii right now on a vacation, and will be back on Monday.
I found out today that Human Resources was also made aware of the situation. So today, the very guy I had an interview with to get the job came and had me sign the write-up. He’s a cool guy and probably chuckled a bit about the story when he heard of it. I signed and all was well.
That write-up is an official warning that makes the next offense punishable by extermination. The beauty of it is that it serves no other purpose. Of course I will not repeat what I did, so I figure that was a sexual harrassment freebie that I’ve now exhausted.
Now I pay attention to co-workers who have heard the story and how they approach me. The guys all seem to have a new respect for me, and I’ve seen no difference (this could be a placebo, but some seem to be nicer to me) from the ladies. Ah, life is good!