The girls made a snowman today, and named him "Big Head Steve." This is the girls with Steve.
I dropped a PC off and couldn’t get the damn scanner to recognize for about an hour and a half. I hate scanner software that doesn’t work.
So there I was, shoveling the driveway, breaking my back, when I see this pickup truck with front and rear plows pushing tons of snow around like it was nothing, and I waved him down and paid him fifteen bucks to do the driveway. I’m going to hire them for the season next year I think. It was awesome not having to shovel snow.
Today I did data recovery for one of my clients. I forgot my coat. I got three calls and scheduled them for later this week.
We watched “The Prestige” and it was pretty good. Trick ending.
Today is cold and snowy out. I made a fire, made some soup, took a nap, and we generally hung out at the house all day, cause what else is there to do? Savannah is reading one of the Harry Potter books, so she gets to sit in front of the fire.
My soup is awesome, as usual.
I gave up on another book and started writing a story I hope will be funny.
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Today I ran. Not “Iran”, but “I ran.” as in, running. Tomorrow maybe Iran, unless the madman in the Whitehouse can be stopped. But that's a whole 'nuther post altogether.
But right now I want to talk about the awesome 1.2 miles I ran this afternoon. I did it because my golf-partner and programming demi-God Brian made this cool-ass website, workoutdump.com which has all the gizmos and whosits that makes you want to log something on there because otherwise you look like a friggin’ slacker. So I actually donned my running gear and braved the not-so-cold and ran twice around the .6 mile loop in my neighborhood. Okay, I ran around the block twice.
Anywhoo, otherwise, I had one call today and one reformat. I spent most of the day round the house. The kids are out of school for “winter break” whatever the hell that is. Teachers are friggin’ slackers, I swear to God the get three months off a year but the got to have a “winter break” too. It is uncalled for.
In computer geekatude, I was at the gpokr site getting my poker on when I talk to somebody who had a League of Awesomeness duckie avatar from The Show with ZeFrank. This is one of the geekiest paragraphs I have ever written.
Today is Thursday and I made computers talk to each other at a law office. I made some TOTALLY AWESOME soup, with bacon, chicken, wine, potatoes, celery, mushrooms, and carrots. It’s still cold and snowy outside, but I’m in the hizzow.
I’ve had a rash of reformats and I’ve been burning them down and building them up like clockwork. I’m reading A People’s History by Zinn and a few Conan short stories.
There's been a lot of rumors going around about me lately, what with the death of Anna Nichole Smith. I'd like to set the record straight right now: I am not the father of Anna Nichole's baby. I've been in a happy marraige for over a decade now, and despite my good looks, charm and obvious manly virility, I am not the father of Smith's child. I would however, be willing to take the child in, as long as the money comes with the child.
Yesterday we had a snowstorm. We got a lot of snow; the whole region was pretty much shut down. It was a day to stay in. So I did.
Sunday, I woke up and there was even more snow. Shoveled the walk and made a fire and hunkered down. Around four I went to the Hideout and got a jug of delicious IPA and got ready for the game.
And what a game. I’m typing this during halftime, but the first half was one of the best halves I’ve ever seen.
Hester runs the OPENING KICKOFF back for a touchdown, and it was touchdowns, fumbles (back to back), missed extra points, and everything you could ask for in a first half.
Commercials? The best, IMHO, is the Grand Theft Auto knockoff commercial where the guy does nice stuff instead of violence. The Spicy/Cheesy Doritos commercial was good, and the “Connectile Dysfunction” commercial for Sprint was pretty good also. There was a GPS gadget commercial where it sounded like Iron Maiden was playing the music. There was a Voltran-type robot fighting a map-monster. Pretty cheesy-cool.
AND THE HALFTIME SHOW DIDN’T SUCK! Prince can still wail on the guitar. I can’t remember the last time the Superbowl halftime show didn’t’ suck.
So during halftime I checked the public school’s website, and tomorrow’s a snow day.
No Superbowl party this year because our wives are either working or pregnant, and the roads are worth shit because of the snow, so we’re hunkered down in our houses.
Grossman gets sacked two times in a row in the third.
Geeky weirdness: So I’m blogging this game with the laptop and text-messaging my buddy, and we both have DVRs, so we don’t know where the other guy is at in the game (because of pause or fast-forward with DVR), and you don’t want to spoil it, so you can’t actually talk about the game real-time because you might spill something that hasn’t happened on the other end . . . Jesus Christ I’m a geek.
Robert Goulet messes with your stuff! ha! Emerald Nuts!
The girl doesn’t recognize that old basketball player . . . what the hell is his name . . . oh yeah, that bald angry basketball player . . . used to play for the phoenix suns? Charles Barkley . . .
Kevin Federline’s only decent song was in this Nationwide commercial . . .
Axe murderer, chain-saw guy . . . Bud Light. . . ha ha.
Big Chicago crowd at the Superbowl. . . .
Grossman starts to suck . . .
Flomax! it makes you faint. I have no idea what it is supposed to do.
Today I replaced a hub with three switches. I diagrammed some network wiring. I showed somebody how to use a flash drive. I met a fan of the Ze Frank show. I made super-dark window blinds. I got my oil changed, got a haircut, bought some stamps, and tried to get my car washed, but the car wash was closed. It was snowy and cold out.
I am the author of 8 books: Android Down, Firewood for Cannibals, Brain Giblets, The Cubicles of Madness, Booze and News, Get Your Zen On, Zen Happens, and most recently, Robot Stories. I live and write in Michigan.
My website is at danmanning.com