uGO to get iPhone?

I'm curious...

How many of you are going to go stand in line tomorrow to purchase the iPhone? How many of you are already in line?

Throw me a comment!

Me? Well I'm not quite ready to make the jump. I use an unlocked/unbranded Sony Ericsson Z710i & a Motorola KRZR through TMobile and will stick with this for a while - at least long enough to read YOUR reviews and to become convinced that it's worth switching over to AT&T for. But the phone certainly looks amazing and I can't wait to hear all about it...

However, on a side-note, in case there is anyone out there who feels "compelled" to grab an extra iPhone tomorrow and send it my way, please don't ignore that tugging... After all, July is "Friend iPhone Appreciation Month." :)

I know... Shameful.

Overheard last night at a basketball game in The Colony...I swear!

I couldn't help but laugh last night as I overheard this at my friend Brian's son's basketball game:

"Jimmy got tired of pushin' the boat in by hisself so he put a drop hitch on the golf cart. He's real proud of that."

I bet Jimmy's real popular at the clubhouse too.

Monkey see...monkey do...

I was driving back to the office from lunch, and I see this Porche with a monkey at the wheel.

What?

Did you read that correctly?

Yes, a monkey! Like the one in the movie Outbreak!

Anyway, people don't believe me when I tell them that weird stuff happens to me all the time, so I sped up so I could take a picture on my phone. Here's the proof...

Signs that I definitely live in the suburbs...

This should be outlawed...

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...

This past Sunday, my friend Brian and I (along with his family and the Hobbs family) hopped into Brian's Imperial Cruiser (A.K.A his Chevy Venture mini-van) and made the trip over to the Ft Worth Museum of Science for the Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination exhibit.

The place was mobbed with Star Wars fans and their families. We waited 20 minutes just to get tickets to see the exhibit. The bad thing about that was you could only go into see it in 15 minute intervals (once inside you could stay as long as you wanted) but our time was 2 and 1/2 hours from the time we bought our tickets!!

Luckily, we were allowed to see the rest of the museum exhibits to help kill that extra time. Once we got in, there were some pretty cool props from the movies, like Luke's speeder, Darth Mauls doubled bladed light saber (the real one!) but for the most part I was disappointed. Maybe it was the waiting for almost 3 hours that did me in. Or maybe it was because there was not one sighting of Jar Jar Binks. Or maybe the costume (pictured above) of Han and Chewy looked a little too worn down...who knows? But at least we found a great chinese restaurant on the way home...love that orange chicken!

Childhood decisions

I am working with someone on a project at work right now...without making it too clear, let me say they are in their twenties and a highly professional type...fun, but completely capable of running the world without breaking a sweat.

Recently, her corporate email server went down for a short period of time and she had to give me her personal email address. I won't give the address here in full, but be aware that it contained the words "Bratty" and "Pants". Her explanation was "I've had it since I was 13 and couldn't bring myself to change it....".

I see.

Childhood decisions can chart your course in life. Choose wisely.

EDIT: Bratty Pants herself later confessed to me that she's not quite in her twenties. I can't tell you her age, but it rhymes with QWERTY. What can I say. I'm too smart to guess high. Always guess low :-)

Talk about green

There has been torrents of rain here where I live over the past 6 weeks or so. In fact, I haven't had to turn my lawn sprinklers on once.

My yard is so green, it looks like a leprechaun lives here...here's a pic for proof.

And yes, I know my flower bed needs to have the weeds whacked and my sidewalk needs edging...

Putting my marine biology degree to good use

Yes, you read that right. I actually have a degree in Marine Biology from Texas A&M University.

Last weekend, my friend Brian and I went fishing, and I ended up catching the biggest fish of the day. A 6lb large mouth bass.

Most of you who know me would never believe me unless I had photographic evidence of the catch.

Well, here's the evidence...And no, I did not keep the fish...

Life imitates are department

Snakes on a Plane. It's more than just a bonehead movie. It's real life.

CAIRO, Egypt (AP) -- Customs officers at Cairo's airport have detained a man bound for Saudi Arabia who was trying to smuggle 700 live snakes on a plane, airport authorities said.
The officers were stunned when a passenger, identified as Yahia Rahim Tulba, told them his carry-on bag contained live snakes after he was asked to open it.

Snakes freak me out in the worst possible way. I would have without a doubt messed my drawers if I had been sitting next to a bag full of snakes...

You saw it here first

Ok, so it's Wednesday afternoon, and I had just left the local Mexican dive with a few co-workers. I pulled in to the 7-11 gas station across from the QT station (gotta support my company, ya know!) to fill my Accord with petro.

As soon as I pulled onto the concrete apron, I spotted something - a Ford Escort. I'm not sure what year it was, but it was made during that eight year span when every automobile Ford made was an Escort. Several things made this particular Escort stand out.

1) It was the Goofy High School Girl edition, noted by the turquoise paint.

2) The Goofy High School Girl had apparently sold said Escort to a Dukes of Hazzard fan, as in the gangland tag on each door, one could make out a distinctive '01', thereby making this the Goofy High School Girl General Lee edition Escort.

3) In the front passenger seat was a woman holding what had to be a 17 inch CRT monitor on her lap. Let's ponder that for a moment. Do you know how much these things weigh? Or how much room an Escort has in the rear hatch? The only explanation I can come up with is that as part of the Goofy High School General Lee edition, they welded all the doors shut for that cool "slide through the window" thing.

I wandered around the pump to find one of my co-workers standing shaking his head and laughing.

I blurted out "Two words: Hillbilly Laptop."

Luckily, my cell phone has a 2MP camera for photo ducumentation...

Another resounding endorsement for home schooling

Apparently some kids at Trimble Tech high school here in DFW failed to take an exam that was crucial to their graduation. As a result, the school board is not wanting to let them graduate. Of course, this led to parents showing up with signs.

Take a gander at the sign this woman is carrying and tell me she's not the PTA president, please. "Let Are Kids Walk"?

It seems the news is not all that it seems...

It's been a weird weekend for news....one in which things came to light that either radically change the storyline or put an unimaginably bizarre twist to things. Two examples...

Last week, there were a ton of news stories about 11 year old Jamison Stone who shot a wild pig in Alabama. That alone is interesting - even more so that the hog weighed in at over 1,000 lbs. Today, the rest of the story surfaces: The 1,000 lb wild hog had been a 1,000 lb farm pig only four days earlier.

It turns out that the pig's former owner had quite the conundrum. At that weight, the hog was not useful for either butchering or breeding. Large animals like that just don't taste very good, and as for breeding, well...even sows have some sort of preferences, and Fred the Pig didn't fall into the Highly Desirable Category....so they released Fred to a hunting reserve.

Rather than shooting a wild pig in the backwoods of Alabama, Jamison actually shot a farm pig on a 150 acre fenced hunting preserve. For those of you without great spatial imaginations, 150 acres is little less than a quarter mile by half mile. The question of the hour is not "How did he do it?" but rather "Could he have missed?" In a fenced 150 acres, I could have hit that pig with a shopping cart.

By the way, Jamison's dad did the logical thing. He immediately registered monsterpig.com and tossed up a website.

Second example - and I'll keep it brief...this guy who flew back from Europe with TB, seemingly unaware that he was a risk to his fellow passengers. Does anyone else find it interesting that he is a personal injury lawyer, OR his new father in law is a research scientist with the Center for Disease Control?

You cannot make this stuff up.

Heck of a deal

All day today, Chipotle is doing a food drive. For every canned good you bring in, you get a free burrito.

Now those of you who've ever had one of these things, knows what a good deal this is. These things are freaking humongous!!!

In 20 minutes I will head out of my office, can of soup in hand, to the Chipotle around the corner. Now grab a can of soup and meet me there in 20, but don't speed!

I'll bet he's glad he didn't marry a Shivo

Can we just let the lesson be "don't kill people because they might recover?"

WARSAW (Reuters) - A 65-year-old railwayman who fell into a coma following an accident in communist Poland regained consciousness 19 years later to find democracy and a market economy, Polish media reported on Saturday.

Wheelchair-bound Jan Grzebski, whom doctors had given only two or three years to live following his 1988 accident, credited his caring wife Gertruda with his revival.

"It was Gertruda that saved me, and I'll never forget it," Grzebski told news channel TVN24.

Hello Friends

Children of the 80's, remember when the writing for Dallas went way off the deep end and they killed off Bobby, the saintly brother to J.R., and then spent an entire season trying to explain it, only to start the next season by having his wife wake up from the dream to find that he was in the shower?

Shower's over, baby. I'm back.

I am resuming the blog effective immediately, with the following governing principles...

True to form, I'm going to pretty much write what I am thinking about when I sit to the keyboard. I don't have time to plot series', host forums or that sort of thing. For what you pay, it's a good service. No whining.

I am opening the comments but will probably bounce more than I actually post. Mostly because I can. Search the constitution. Commenting is not an inalienable right.

Be it understood that if we are friends in the analog world, then reading my blog in the digital world does not constitute keeping in touch. In fact, if you know me but your only connection is through the blog, that is decidedly creepier than people who don't know me reading the blog. Pick up the phone. But pull over to the side of the road first.

Blog on, peeps. Talk at you tomorrow.