Dr. Phil was on Letterman last night. He was pretty charming and held his own against Dave. In fact he brought a list of all the names that Dave has called him for the past few months. Under instructions from my sister I recorded it. And I forgot until rewatching this morning the joy of the show – Sarah Vowells, one of the funniest voices writing and performing today. She was worth the videotape, even if the rest of Letterman was hype.
t has been a theme of the late so I add this duct tape update. President Bush stocks up.
Good golly, it is like going back in time. Sci Fi channel began running all the Battlestar Galactica episodes in a mini marathon this morning. They remastered them with digital sound. A cable television heaven for this television junky. I used to love this show. It was on while I was in the seventh and eighth grades. As kids, we used to “play” Battlestar in the backyard, craft ships and act out space wars. I also used to watch the weekend-end long Star Trek marathons that would run. Mind you, this was before cable television hit the town. All we had was over the air TV. So when Channel Two in Denver would run its Star Trek-a-thons, we would try to watch them all. Now with cable, a marathon run of an old series happens so often that you come to expect it. Oh well.
Spent most of the day working on Roy’s fancy online resume in hopes it will aid in getting a job. If nothing else it is pretty in its simplicity. I need to talk to my friend Sage, she of the always-ready-digital camera, to see if she can email me over a few pics to replace the one on the resume page. But otherwise, I kind of like it.
Shutterbug. I have this soft spot for“found”or discovered photography and pictures of odd, foreign images taken from every day things. Part of the passion started from Games magazine that I avidly read years ago. They used to take very, very close up pictures of everyday things and then crop them very tightly. The goal of the Eyeball Benders puzzle was to guess what the segment was from. Along the same lines, we have 2 .a.m. which features pictures taken late at night with no flash using only available lighting, and Midnight Exposure along the same lines. We can see what is going on via webcam anywhere in the world, or focus our attention on America’s back roads. Lileks has also collected Americana on his deep content website with this collection of postcards from American motels of 1950s and 1960s. And the whole record of the decay of the industrial age has been detailed by Dark Passage, The Ruins of Detroit or Infiltration. So pour a cup of coffee and sit back and explore this odd art museum.
I just started this blog on Tuesday and by Saturday blogging had become such a big deal that Google has purchased Pyra labs, the company and owns Blogger and Blogspot. I doubt it was just because of me. But this move is all the talk of the web today, that is for sure.
As the slow hands of time advance, I am finding it harder and harder to go out on a Saturday night and drink a few beers. Not that a few beers aren’t enjoyable. No sir. Rest assured that I am still a beloved beer drinker. However, as I get a bit older I find it nearly impossible to get a full night’s sleep after having a few beers. I toss and turn and am generally miserable. Such was the case this morning as I lay in bed at 5:00 a.m., fully awake and bored. It is a bit early to get up and make coffee and breakfast. I’d wake up the rest of the house, which would probably not be appreciated. So I roll over, turn on the lamp and read – knowing that around 3:00 p.m. I will crash and need a nap to keep up with the day. It didn’t used to be this way. I used to be the life of the party. In my 20s, I used to be the guy who organized a booze fest on a Friday night and with my beer drinking buddies I could hold forth with a three day bender most any time. My Army days, my college days, even my early newspaper days were punctuated with a love of the drink. But now, at 38 years-old, I find I dread the inevitable hangover, I dread the inability to sleep and I must accept that as friends gather at a pub for stories, lies and talk, I will no doubt be the first one to go home. No longer the king of the party but perhaps the wizened one who can sit in the wings and watch with a knowing smile and retire early knowing that perhaps I can still enjoy the day after.
4:00 a.m. I had to run as fast as I could to the bathroom for some intestinal maintenance. But this doesn’t give Ed permission to say “I told you so.” I am blaming it on the Mexican dinner at Sams no3. on Havana.That is all.
I spent the greater part of this morning trying to solve a rather pesky system glitch with my USB external drives. The Sony Spressa CDRW drive I use is installed with the wrong driver. Windows 2000 automatically installs a different version of the driver to my system and I think that is what is causing my system from time to time lock up and spit out my external hard drive and external cdrw drive. But getting a correct Win2K drive has seemed to be impossible. This isn’t the end of the world and the hardware works 99 percent of the time, but on occasion, for no reason at all I will get this pesky error message that my hard drive and my CD drive were improperly unplugged. Since they work most of time, I am assuming it is a software issue not a hardware issue. And the best “first” place to go to fix the problem is to reinstall the drivers. But hours later I have made no major headway. But I will persevere.