I don’t have many rules, but one of them is never get between two angry bulls. I’ve seen them take out more than one fence. I just about got caught up in a melee this afternoon on my walk.
I could not agree more that Apple needs to fix its photo workflow, and not just as it relates to sharing. I love iPhoto. I have two iMacs, a MacBook Air, and iPhone and an iPad I use regularly. And I have four (all but the iPad, with which I take no photos) overlapping, but separate iPhoto libraries. The idea of trying to lasso and organize four separate iPhoto structures into albums and folders is overwhelming. I’m never going to do it. I want all my photos on (at least) the iMacs, and I want folders and albums to be synchronized.
Lifehacker has a really good read on talking to your kids about drugs.
Am I the only person who is completely uninterested in the Oscars? My level of apathy with respect to these sorts of awards is only slightly lower than my level of apathy about the train-wreck that is Wake Forest basketball.
If you’re looking for a good, reasonably priced bluetooth wireless speaker, this one from Amazon is so good I bought three of them and placed them all over. Like reading glasses.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, in my Facebook news feed needs to study this post.
Tim Cook tells climate change deniers to get out of Apple stock. Can they take the 5,000 year old earth believers with them? I guarantee you the overlap between those who don’t believe in global warming and those who believe in literal creationism is huge.
This is why I will never, ever and without exception no matter what make a donation to anyone who calls me on the telephone or knocks on my door.
True Detective is a phenomenal show, maybe the best thing on TV. If you aren’t watching it, consider yourself lucky. You can binge watch in one marathon session.
Fred Wilson is a smart dude, so maybe I’m being chicken little about this Bitcoin business, but I still don’t see why we need some super-secret currency that no one understands, and which is guarded by the keystone cops. I just don’t see how this is ever going to go mainstream, why I should care if it doesn’t and how it would improve the world if it did. More from PandoDaily. Even more, from Re/code.
gHacks has a good read about tech blogs that have shuffled off (more or less) this mortal internet. I was a big Download Squad (death by AOL) fan, and a regular CyberNet News (I see that Ryan Wagner is still around) reader. I would try to think of some more, but every time I start thinking about shuttered web sites, I start missing Mirsky’s Worst of the Web again.
I was (am?) a huge Brady Bunch fan. I’ve seen every episode at least once, and I’ve read Barry Williams’ book. I think it has to do with the way they turned two bad situations into a good one. And I liked that attic bedroom. And Marsha. Here are 14 Facts You Might Not Know About the Brady Bunch. I learned four new things. Including number 7. Chatty Cathy, who knew?
Ubuntu smart phone? Really? Don’t get me wrong, competition is good. But, really? Maybe it will dual boot with Tizen.
10 Dreadful Places Named For Horrifying Events: Let’s see what I can add. How about the Street Where I Had Oral Surgery. Oh, and That Place Where They Made Me Watch Sound of Music. I’ve got more.
Well, I guess the Independence Bowl just went from the bottom of the bowl heap to the top. I don’t like some of Phil’s views, but I sure do love the show.
I’ve lived in four states: SC, NC, TN and TX. And I’ve never heard of 3 of the 4 favorite bands. I can’t tell any of those northeastern states apart, but they have the best musical taste.
I posted this on Facebook, but I love it so much, here it is again. What a wonderful speech.
Supercharge Your Gmail Filters with These System Labels. I’m going to learn all these just as soon as I clean up my Evernote notebooks. In theory, I could have a lot of information, easily accessible. Or I could just go on living my life.
TIL that Sriracha is rooster sauce. I’ve seen a lot of talk about it, but just realized they’re talking about rooster sauce. I put rooster sauce on just about everything that isn’t dessert.
You know, I try to be a tech savvy cat, but this Bitcoin business is the biggest brouhaha over nothing since Y2K. It’s sort of like the out after 2:00 a.m. rule- anyone doing it is either up to no-good or about to be subjected to no-good. I say ban it and let’s talk about something that matters. Besides, we don’t need another way for rich people and scammers to get our money. We have the stock market. I’m kidding about the stock market. Mostly.
Last but definitely not least, today was a great day for Texas. It’s ridiculous that anyone opposes marriage equality in 2014. I am old friends with one of the named plaintiffs (he’s on the very correct side of this issue) and the current Texas attorney general (he’s on the wrong side of this issue, and isn’t very good at picking rock stars to associate with).
These are amazing photos. Seriously, you need to see these.
I was certain my apathy-induced disregard for Wake Forest basketball spelled the end of Deacon Blues. But when Athletic Director Ron Wellman decided to meet the press today, another episode sprang forth from the sarcastic depths of fan hell.
Here’s the 8th episode of Deacon Blues. In this episode, Ron meets with a hand-picked reporter for an all-holds barred discussion about the status and future of Wake Forest basketball.
Note: All characters and events in this show—even those based on real people—are entirely fictional. All celebrity voices are impersonated…..poorly. The following program contains coarse language and due to its content it should not be viewed by anyone.
Obviously, this is satire and humor. No offense to any person, real or fictional, is intended.
Deacon Blues Archive: Episode 1 is here. Episode 2 is here. Episode 3 is here. Episode 4 is here. Episode 5 is here. Episode 6 is here. Episode 7 is here.
Cassidy had a volleyball tournament and a birthday party this weekend and Lucky Dog is recovering from a little surgery to fix his eye (you know, so he can see and all), so Delaney, Luke and I went up to the farm by ourselves on Friday night. One of the most interesting parts of the drive out to the farm when Raina isn’t in the truck is to watch Luke transform from Felix Unger into some sort of tough as nails farm boy, courtesy of my absence of patience for the first world problems of a 7 year old boy. I’m turning him into either a man’s man or a neurotic mess. Only time will tell which.
We had dinner at the Burton Cafe on the way in. There were some (other) old folks there, doing karaoke. I’m a second time tweener (as in between middle age and old), so they aren’t sure whether to give me great grandfatherly advice or ask me to join in. So they mostly ignore me, in polite rural fashion. Since I generally ignore even my best friends in polite rural fashion, this works out great for me. There’s a lady there most nights who can flat out sing. She did a great version of Harper Valley PTA, credited both Tom T. Hall and Jeannie C. Riley, and wrapped things up by saying that Jeannie C. Riley lives in Brenham- the nearby “big city” of 15,000 souls. I had no idea.
Then some dude I’d never seen before got up there and absolutely killed a duet with her. I didn’t recognize the song, but that cat can sing. I offered to buy Delaney her very own Ranger if she’d go up there, sing an entire song and try really hard. She passed, which says all you need to know about her feelings about singing.
We got to the place in time to take the 4 wheelers for a spin, including the one that Delaney has already wrecked. Twice. I don’t know which has less of a chance to remain intact- Delaney’s farm implement or Raina’s car. Later we watched The Hobbit and a couple of American Pickers episodes, to get me ready for some haggling at the Round Top Antiques Fair. Or at least the fringes of it that I’ll actually see. I am deeply crowd-averse and antiquing with 30,000 or so other people along a two-lane country road is not on my bucket list.
As always, Luke and I checked the game cameras diligently.
We’ve seen deer, coyotes, hogs (must kill them all before they destroy my hay field) and all manner of small mammals on the property, but nevertheless we usually get pictures only of ourselves and the guys I have working up there on various projects.
We rode the 4 wheelers on Saturday morning, did a little work, made a run to town for supplies, ate some pie in Brenham (sadly we didn’t see Jeannie) and went for a walk/bike ride.
Later we took a ride over to Dime Box. Bought some groceries…
And saw a colorful roadside honky tonk.
We ate dinner at the Cactus on Saturday night. Then we hurried home and watched the most awesome Chupacabra vs the Alamo. It was good. I’m hoping Sasquatch vs the Eiffel Tower will be next. I’d be torn as to who to pull for.
Through some combination of sheer force of will and random chance, Luke and I finally got a bad photo of an actual wild creature late Saturday night. This was the basis for much celebration- and yet another camera relocation. We see tracks almost every morning, but they must be Romulans.
Today Raina, Cassidy and Lucky Dog came out for lunch at Royers, then we went to some of the antique venues that are already open. Again, there’s no way I’ll set foot over there during the madness of the official show weekends, so this was it for me.
Finally, one more thing happened. It was terrifying. Delaney behind the wheel. Of my truck. Fear not neighbors- only on our dirt road.
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