Yeah, I know. Call me a fool. I set goals for myself every year. Once in a while I meet a few of those goals. I guess that makes me a weakling and a fool. So be it.

This year, I have a goal to memorize a verse of the Bible every week. God’s word is a sword and every believer should keep is sword sharp and close at hand. I’ve created a page of the verses I intend to memorize this year and I welcome anyone to join me.

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My long time readers know that I was a huge Doctor Demento fan. In fact, while I was a member of a Christian drama troop in college, I adapted several songs and sketches from the Dr. D show for the stage. Here is one of our most popular sketches, reanimated using flash. (I played the part of the weird green guy.)

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Another couple of payments have cleared, so I can afford to reduce the price on Daisy. Even if you’re not interested, do me a favor and spread the word. It’s all about the networking!

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I so miss the days when I had so much free time that I got bored. As I sit in my office, waiting for the project to compile (at 10PM), I fill the gap by watching short videos on the internet.

This guy reminds me of the kind of stuff I used to do when I was about 14, with my parent’s video camera. Of course, back then you couldn’t hook up your camera to your iMac and splice it down to the individual frame. Instead, I had a creative collection of wires and adapters, two VCRs and a tape deck. My stuff sucked. This guy’s stuff rocks.

Keep in mind he does no special effects. He’s just rearranging the frames of video. Really very cool. (Makes me want a video camera, an iMac … oh yeah … and about a week with nothing better to do.)

Lasse Gjertsen:
Hyperactive
Amateur

Oh… Compile’s done. *sigh*

Posting wish lists to the web has always seemed a little vain to me. Look, here! Buy me something because I’m so wonderful, but I don’t have time to talk to you about gift ideas.

However, I do keep a running list of shirts, I’d like to own, so I can send it to Tammy or other family members when the ask “What do you want for ?”

I just ran across another shirt today that I really want and though, “You know, I really should make this list a little more accessible. It is my birthday after all and no one has asked me what I want. Maybe it’s because they don’t know I have a list! And I am so wonderful!”

So, I’ve decided to carve a few minutes out of my work day and get My T-Shirt Wish List online.

Today, the Earth is very near to its position relative to the sun that it was on the day I was born. The Earth has mad thirty-three laps since then and to celebrate this occasion, I will be going home from work at a reasonable hour… for a change.

I was thinking about it this morning… at 12:30 AM… as I was driving home from work. “Happy Birthday! Wheeee.” For the last six weeks, I’ve been working retardedly long hours (~14 hours a day) and life is blurring all around me. I feel like the guy in that weird special effect, where he’s going in slow motion and all the people around him are buzzing around him at three times normal speed. Other than Sunday afternoon’s, I haven’t seen my wife for more than ten minutes at a time. I’ve missed numerous church events. And, having not exercised anything but my typing fingers in all that time, I’ve gained about 15 pounds. And, as an added bonus, half of the company is going to a funeral today so their all dressed in black and moping around.

But then, I got to thinking. This is definitely not my worst birthday ever. I’m financially comfortable. I’m relatively healthy. My wife is proving her metal by being very supportive even though she’s got lots of reasons to be grumpy (more on this later). And, even though it’s killing me, I really do enjoy my work.

On my fourth birthday, I got in the one and only fight I’ve ever had with my best friend Galyn. I ended up throwing a hot-wheels car at him for which I got spanked. That’ll but a damper on the party!

I spent my fifteenth birthday in I.S.S. (No, not the international space station. In school suspension.) for getting in a fight during Spanish class. That was pretty sucky.

But I’d have to say my absolute worst birthday ever was my thirteenth. Never mind the fact that I was thirteen, with all it’s acne and hormonal anguish. I was with my family visiting friends in Virginia. Those friends are very “granola”, if you know what I mean, and I spent the week suffering through Coca-Cola withdrawals and eating enough carrot sticks to make Bugs Bunny nauseous. Oh, and I came home with pneumonia! Bonus!!

What is your worst birthday memory?

It’s official. Daisy is up for sale. Spread the word, or buy that little gem for yourself!

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More Ernie goodness. I remember actually trying this on Lake Meredith. No matter how loud, it never worked. All it did was irritate my brother.

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Dear Johnny Carino’s Waitress,

I’m sorry I can not be more personal in my greeting, but you never told us your name. You were the short one with the northeastern accent (New Jersey maybe?).

Thanks for the great service. Our food was terrific (so let the cooks know I said, “Muy bueno!”).

In particular, I wanted to thank you for offering to box up our left-overs for us. Your idea of putting my wife’s shrimp scampi into the *lid* of the box rather than the bottom, was really ingenious. This was the only way you could defeat the well engineered lip around the box that would have kept the olive oil and butter sauce *inside* the box. By putting the goods in the lid, you insured that we could enjoy the aroma of garlic and butter for days as it coated everything else in the doggie bag. Our refrigerator will remind us of our great dining experience for days to come.

I can’t thank you enough for granting me the slippery sensation on my fingers when I discovered that my to-go box of steak had a wonderful sheen of olive oil all over it. I wish you could have shared our laughter as we found that the olive oil wouldn’t even rinse out of the sink (where I placed said box after dripping oil across the kitchen floor) without a good dose of dishwashing soap. Ha ha haaa wheeeee

Thanks again,

Trint

One of my fondest memories growing up was watching Sesame Street. And of all the weird and wild critters that lived on that avenue, my favorite was Ernie. I still have my Ernie cookie jar (Seriously!) and can sing “Rubber Ducky” with the best of ’em.

Good ol’ YouTube brings us another Ernie Classic: Banana in My Ear.