Thursday, August 28, 2008

And last week, my place was so clean...

Earlier this week I finally unloaded some of my older Ikea furniture on a friend from work who’s basically just starting to furnish her own grown-up place. She took away my ikea chair* and a huge desk that used to sit in my second bedroom before I realized that it was way too big to fit in the guest room/office. The chair was pretty easy to get out but the desk itself took a fair amount of disassembly and the use of my friend’s boyfriend for help getting the pieces down stairs.

The best thing about it is that I’ve suddenly got all this room in my living room. The worst thing about it is that suddenly I’ve got a lot of crap sitting around that used to be sitting on the desk. The thing about big desks is that while they are very useful, they also inevitably become the “place where one throws crap”. It’s so easy to just stack stuff there “for a minute or two” only to find that a year later the desk is covered with stuff that you had completely forgotten you had. And now that the desk is gone I’ve got piles of stuff that I need to figure out what to do with.

Ironically, my next step will probably be to go to Ikea to buy some new bedside tables (because I was using the file drawer unit as one and storing stuff in it. Oh well…Ikea in, Ikea out.

* You know, one of those “Pooang” chairs that everyone in our generation is morally obligated to own at some point?

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

It'll either kill us or fill us with da flava...

I know I'm a complete nerd because I actually find this tune kind of catchy:

I keep forgetting that the LHC is about to come on line. But hey, if it inspires the ladies of science to bring forth the funk like this, maybe it'll be okay if it ends up destroying the world. Woo!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Fight back sweat!

One of the recent trips for work was a visit to the International Woodworking Fair in Atlanta last week. At the show, I saw a lot of machinery that only serious lumber-using people (e.g. Ikea) would ever use but I also saw a super-high-end sports car that was made almost entirely of wood - The Splinter:

All right, you say, that's interesting but why should I care?

The funniest thing about the car was that the seats are made of wicker.

Think about what a cool idea this would be in a real car. You know all those times you come back to your car after work on a hot day only to get inside and realize hot how the seats are? By the time you get halfway home the small of your back is already a river of sweat and you're completely undignified-looking for the big gala you have to attend at Wayne Manor.

All that would be solved if all cars just had seats with wicker backs. I wonder if I could get my seats in my car swapped out with wicker. Or at least Aeron chairs...

Monday, August 25, 2008

This one's for the ladies, men may be mildly uncomfortable

This past weekend I discovered that a friend of mine was in town on vacation from New York, so I bopped downtown to get some lunch on Saturday and catch up over pad thai and white sangria*. After doing that for about an hour, we walked up along the magnificent mile, stopping in to various stores and what not while he played tourist.

I should say at this point that my friend works in investment banking, so he has to wear clothes that I rarely even think about (i.e. suits). But, the nice thing about him is that even though he likes the “nice” brands, when we were facing shelf upon shelf of Ferragamo shoes, he was still able to look me in the eye and honestly say that he thought $1800 was a ridiculous amount for a pair of shoes. Because it is.

The funniest sight of the day was in the Zegna store, when I happened to pass by a display of men’s underwear. Because it was Zegna, each paid was in a separate little box – no doubt to ensure that your underwear has not been sullied by other human hands. And each box showed the traditional picture of the body-image-problem-inducing male model wearing a pair of underwear, presumably the pair contained in the box.

All, that is, except this one (the box on the left, the one on the right was included for comparison to show that indeed, they didn’t *all* look like this):

Now, I’m no fashion expert, but doesn’t this seem to be sending mixed messages? It’s a box of underwear, but the model isn’t wearing any…in contrast to the one on the right where it is quite clear that man-hunk models still make the big bucks modeling boxer briefs. Am I supposed to believe that the box is empty? Are these “The Emperor’s New Underwear”? I picked up one of the boxes and there was *something* in it, but I didn’t open it**.

Maybe it just contains a tube sock…

* Which I am now even more confident doesn’t count as alcohol so much as “liquid candy”
** After all, I wouldn’t want the Zegna guards to think I was trying to sully their new man-underoos.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Quickie - Idiot Alert!

I don't care how cool or "rad" you think you are, if you try to go kite surfing during a hurricane, you deserve to get blown across the street and dragged into a building.

Kite-surfing in a tropical storm
Kite-surfing in a tropical storm

I just really have no pity for this guy. Of course, this being America he will probably recover and try to sue ESPN for unduly influencing him to take overly dangerous risks via multiple showings of the X-Games.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Catching up at the airport...

This weekend was spent kicking it in Cleveland. I had to come out for work on Friday, so I figured I'd spend the weekend here. All told it was a fine weekend of hanging out with old friends and seeing the old neighborhood. But it was a better opportunity to catch up on blogging and download all the pictures from my phone that I'd intended to blog about but never got around to.

First: Does anyone know what this is?

I know the box says it's an "acid reducer", but doesn't the name sound like some sort of pasta dish that you'd get at a really authentic Italian restaurant? "Excuse me waiter, but is your omeprazole made fresh or is it frozen?" I noticed it because it is a Walgreens-generic, and typically they make up their names by replacing the first syllable of the brand name with "Wal" (e.g. "Wal-itin", "Wal-aphed", etc).

On another note: Note the excellent parking job here:

Also notice the car on the left? Yeah, this parking lot is that of the local police department. Go figure. And I did check to see whether it was an unmarked squad car and it wasn't. Maybe it was the new "stealth" batmobile...

Finally, the last picture of something interesting was Lollapalooza - FEET PICTURE!

That's my feet at the Nine Inch Nails show on Sunday. Overall it was a good time, the weather turned out pretty decent for once and I didn't die of heat stroke or get sunburned. Overall though, the GF and I agreed that we probably don't need to go to all three days again. The headline acts each night were good (Radiohead, Rage against the Machine, NIN) but most of the other acts were only okay.

The other thing was that there were a *ton* of people there. Case in point:

Also note that apparently, the crowd attracted a lot of evil Jedi disguised as hot indy chicks - see the one at the bottom of the picture trying to use her evil Jedi choke-power? Good thing the force is strong with this one...

Naturally, having a lot of people in any one location means that there will also be a lot of trash. Here's a shot of the grounds after the NIN show got out:

Yeah, I was glad that I wasn't on the cleanup crew...

Monday, August 11, 2008

First normal weekend in a while.

Am I the only one who received the email from the Obama campaign offering me the "opportunity" to be the first to know who the VP will be? Somehow, I doubt it.

But you know, I didn't sign up. I figure the 0.0000001 second delay between when the email is announced and when it's being broadcast on MSNBC ("Obama announces VP-elect! More at 11!"), Fox News ("Hussein Obama pick for VP proves Democrats are stupid! More at 10:59!") and the networks ("Is anyone still watching us?") won't really be worth it.

I also didn't watch a second of the Olympics this weekend. And I don't feel like any less of an American. I did get brunch with friends, did some much-needed weeding in the backyard of the building, and cleaned up the house a bit.

Oh, and I blogged today for the first time in weeks. It's a start.

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