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Summer Recording

I was lucky to have parents who planned in advance for summer vacations. I should try that sometime for my…

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I was lucky to have parents who planned in advance for summer vacations. I should try that sometime for my own kids they would probably appreciate that as well.

Their planning was early on in the technology age so planning took place on a kitchen table for research instead of a computer.  Reservations were made over the phone talking to a real person instead of a quick email or online submission of a form.  Charting the course was done with a real map well in advance and not as we were pulling out of the driveway on a map app or gps.

Recording these memories proved more difficult than they do today.  Before snapping a picture everyone had to hold still just a little longer for the perfect shot because you only had 24 or 36 pictures on one roll of film.  Want to see that picture that was just taken, unless you had a Polaroid you would have to wait until you got home from your trip and sent the film off to be developed.  Video footage of the trip was a little later for our family.  We eventually paid a fortune for a VHS Camcorder but before then we used cassette tapes to record the audio of our trips.

How did they find things for us to do without the internet?  Better yet, how did my sister and I make it 15 minutes in a car ride without having an electronic device that connected to the internet.  My parents used the brochure rack in hotels and collected brochures that seemed like fun.  They would keep them and plan out future trips using the brochure and the internet. . . kitchen table.

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Impatient Cow

Do you know that clever knock-knock joke? Knock-knock. Who’s there? Impatient cow. Impat – MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! (the impatient cow rudely interrupts…

Do you know that clever knock-knock joke?

Knock-knock.

Who’s there?

Impatient cow.

Impat – MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! (the impatient cow rudely interrupts the kind soul on the other side of the door.

I recently told a friend that if I wasn’t so fat I would definitely come see them speak at an upcoming event they were doing.  Initially they read “far” and thought, that’s fair.

What an intro for me saying I’m impatient and don’t do electronic release wait lines.  The iPhone 6 comes out tomorrow and I will not be waiting over night for my new phone.  I didn’t wait all night for the very first iPhone either.  I was driving by the At&t store and thought I would pull in just for kicks.  I walked around to the back of the store and waited 30 minutes in line to purchase the first iPhone on the first day.  People had camped out all night and I waited 30 minutes after eating at Chili’s (impatient cow).

Xbox 360 console release where’s your ticket Best Buy fiasco 2005.  It’s the launch day.  Why not just drive by and see what happens.  My friend Cody is with me so we stroll through empty Mountain Dew (Red Bull wasn’t popular at the time) cans and trash to find our place at the back of the line.  We wait maybe 10 minutes and the doors open.  We make our way through a maze of electronics to one portion of the store where tables are lined up and ready to distribute the goods.

Want to know what’s crazy?  No one is telling us to all go home because they are sold out.  We keep moving up the line.  Boom, another victim falls to a maxed out credit card and we move one spot closer.  We are next in line!  We start to celebrate prematurely but we don’t even care.  We walk up and the guy has his hand on my console waiting to hand it over.  “Ticket please.”  Huh?  That must be the noise my face made because I sure didn’t say anything verbally.  “Ticket please.”  Excuse me?  “Where’s your ticket?”  I don’t have a ticket.  “No ticket, no Xbox.”  Wait whaaaaat.  “No ticket, no Xbox!”  I don’t have a ticket but I want to buy that Xbox.  “Next in line.  No ticket, no Xbox.”  I wanted to punch that cow in his eye but I was too shocked.  It turns out they passed out tickets to people in line at midnight and that determined their place in line and right to purchase an Xbox.  Moo.

I’m not waiting tonight but I will make an appearance tomorrow and hopefully have something awesome to share iPhone 20 release eve.

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Simon Says: Don’t Play Simon Says

If your name is Simon I hope your middle name is decent.  No offense to any Simon out there who…

If your name is Simon I hope your middle name is decent.  No offense to any Simon out there who likes their name.  The only offense I’m launching is to the game Simon Says.  The doom and gloom of any kid game you can play that doesn’t require batteries or a folding piece of cardboard.

I really don’t know what has led to these strong feelings. . . oh wait, I do know.

You are relying on someone who is TRYING TO TRICK YOU.  You celebrate the failure of others who didn’t hear the words Simon Says loud and clear.  And the worst part, the way the deceiver who is calling out what to do delights when they can say, “Ohhhh Simon didn’t say!”   It’s rare that this is ever said in a nice way and a given that I regret not playing heads up 7-up instead.

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Pandora’s Cheating

Am I the only one that feels like I’m being cheated off of when listening to Pandora? It’s like there’s…

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It’s like there’s a test going on and I need to hide my playlists. Pandora is good alright. There are times though that they sneak in a clear unrelated song that has nothing to do with the genre of music you are jamming to at the time. I think they do it on purpose though so you don’t suspect the cheating part so easily.

I’m cheating off of rdio instead of purchasing new music.  I subscribed to their streaming service and I like it a lot. I like it better than Pandora but I still make it back for a visit so they can cheat off my playlist every now and then.

 

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Haircuts & Jesus

You wanna get close to Jesus? Get a haircut. Scissors are sharp. Not that you should fear them that much,…

You wanna get close to Jesus? Get a haircut. Scissors are sharp. Not that you should fear them that much, unless the person welding them has a score to settle with you.

I’ve been nicked by scissors before during a haircut. It hurts, but only for a second. There are things more painful than actually getting cut by scissors if you can imagine that.

Growing up I went to the same barber as my great grandfather and grandfather. Yes the same great grandfather who was 101. The barber told him when he turned 100 he would give him free haircuts for the rest of his life. Big talker I know.  Not any hair up top but he did have some on the sides and around the head.

There were some thinning scissors he used. They would clump up on purpose really so that they just cut some of the hair thinning it out a bit.  This would not cut the hair but YANK it out of the scalp by the roots that quite frankly made me consider shaving my head at an early age.

The most painful of all would be looking in the mirror after a bad haircut. Ouch. If it was jacked up you knew it. You get home and comb it or style it the way you normally do and notice hide away hairs that survived.  I noticed a whole row once. Combed the hair down in front and the length of hair reached my eyebrows. Yep, missed a spot.

Constant prayers and pleading start the moment they put the drape over the top of you to the moment they swing it off when they are finished like challenging a bull from afar.  I don’t mind the bull challenge, I just wish they could pull it off without leaving hair on the top of my shoes.

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