Well it’s just about 2011, and as with the new year I give to you my new look. I think I’m getting pretty good at WordPress theme design. If you’d like a custom Website or WordPress theme, you can hire me for it. My prices are extremely reasonable in comparison to others found on the web and locally.
This theme is a bit more work than to maintain than others, but that’s because the background changes using pictures of my favorite things. Much like the header does. Though not used as a focal point.
It’s that time of year when one should be filled with cheer and holiday spirit. Though I know the truth of it. Christmas, as much as I’d like to love it, always leaves me with some sort of disaster. In-so-much as I started rewriting an old Christmas Classic “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” by Meredith Willson.
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
The time of year when already horrible traffic becomes an absolute nightmare of texting retards on ice! Peoples already withering patients go from zero to negative two hundred. It’s as if the once favored spirit of days gone by have has taken a u-turn to raising blood pressure and tension.
In previous years, Christmas saw the end of both of my previous marriages and being stranded in Illinois. This week alone has been a whopper.
Now that I’ve spent the past two days redoing this new laptop, having to remove the loads of crapware; let’s see how she goes! She’s pretty and sleek and has a full keyboard. Never owned a Sony laptop before.
Certainly not for gaming, but that’s what my desktop PC is for anyways. So far, she seems faster, lighter and quieter. Yeah.. O.K. got to stop with the gender for inanimate objects. It’s even starting to creep me out.
Only downside I see so far, is I’m afraid to touch it. It’s so shiny that any touch leaves finger prints and such. I am digging the dual core with Hyper Threading though.
Well at least I can say I got a hell of a deal on it and a good warranty. It’s even got built-in 4G Wireless and a web cam. Though I don’t see me using either of those.
Though I am praying the rest of my week improves. It’s already awkward enough dealing with Thanksgiving and Christmas because certain family members aren’t getting along. I don’t need anymore damn disasters on top of it.
Of course with technology, now we can enjoy movies in 3D. Not the cheesy 3D of the 1990′s, but good 3D. Sadly though, it seems now movies aren’t able to be made unless there is a 3D version of it.
What really grinds my gears, is the fact that there are thousands of prescription glasses wearing folk like myself. For us watch a 3D movie is an experience in discomfort and futility. In order for me to try to enjoy a 3D movie, I must wear both my prescription glasses and the 3D movie glasses. As you might guess, it’s not only uncomfortable, it’s hard to keep them both on and not drive myself crazy. That, and it costs more. So you are damn skippy I keep the glasses afterward. I’m not paying an extra $3 to $5 per movie just to return the extra cost back.
If I, the consumer, must pay to be physically miserable to enjoy a movie in 3D… I think the movie theater industry needs to compensate us folks who wear prescription glasses, by coming up with some sort of clip on device that adds the lenses to our current frames. They would probably cost less as there would be no need for a full frame. And while I’m sure the optometry industry has probably already got or is working on a method for us to buy an add-on polarized clip for purchase, I’m also sure it’s another $100 to the cost of our already outrageous cost for glasses.
If you movie goers feel like I do. Perhaps we should write someone about it!
In World of Warcraft, I am a Druid. I specialize in being a Moonkin. This means I cast Magic Spells to damage my enemies and heal my friends. So most of the time I am transformed into the Moonkin you see to the right.
Yeah I’m not very pretty, but I do kick some mean PVE (Player vs Environment) ass. Not so much on the PVP (Player vs Player) side though, as my spells take too long to cast.
This also leads to the nasty chicken jokes. Especially if I am, for some reason, on fire.
Aside from the roasted chicken jokes. People in general seem to be good with my powerful AOE (Area of Effect) spells and often refer to me as a Boomkin. The only character that out does me in DPS (Damage Per Second) is usually a Mage.
How could you not fall in love with this little dude! Gonna have to ask Santa for one of these. I mean, it’s a little me! And as fugly as I am, he’s just too cute for words! He even tries to fly like the dickens every so often! Click this link and scroll to the bottom to see his animations.
Once upon a time, I was a musician. A drummer. Always wanted to be one. Despite my parents buying me, not one, not two, but three different guitars. Not exactly sure what ever led them to believe I wanted a guitar as I would tap and bang on anything I could get my grubby mits on.
Outside of a simple cheesy toy drum set I had gotten for Christmas as a kid many many years ago, that was all I had until I got into 7th grade. That was when I got detention for something about flushing crackers in a toilet. Don’t even remember doing it. But my step dad couldn’t pick me up for another hour after detention, so I managed to sneak into the band room and found the drums and started toying about. No one even bothered that I wasn’t in band.
After getting into High School, I hung out with others who liked playing music and we started a band called Shady People and we would practice at the music store in town that was upstairs from Der Chocolate Haus. I was allowed to use the drums they had up there.
A lot of practice later, I managed to coax my mom to come see us play. She told her friends and one day, a man named Chet pulled up with a drum set in his conversion van. It wasn’t new, but it was the world to me. A nice blue metallic finish set of Slingerland drums, in a Jazz setup. Sure it wasn’t Rock or Metal, but it was mine, and I played and played and annoyed the neighbors something fierce in that tight neighborhood.
Though as many child hood bands go, ours didn’t make it. We did a mean Peter Schilling’s Major Tom and Deep Purple’s Smoke on the Water and a couple of hand fulls of songs we played at the school and parties we hosted. That was as close as we got to being famous. Basically not at all.
I gave up my musician dreams in favor of a family. So I married my high school sweetheart, had two wonderful little boys. Played my drums in the garage until one day we needed some money and sold my beloved drum kit. When the marriage broke down, I tried to make a come back in a band called White Steel. That lasted a few months but having to borrow equipment and our very talented but retarded lead guitarist (who decided to become a Martial Arts specialist – I mean the dude could play like Eddie Van Halen blind folded)…. We broke up. We did manage to record messing around in a studio in New York. I say record, but it was recorded, put on a cassette tape, which ran out of room so it’s cut off. This was also with 3 drummers. Our bass player George on the Left Channel. Me on the Center Channel. And Denise on the Right Channel. It’s rough and you can hear mistakes during our solos. Though Denise wiped the floor with Me and George.
Sadly, my second wife decided my memories weren’t any good for me and had thrown out many pictures of my life before her including ex-girlfriends, my band and a lot of other pictures basically between my life between the age of 12 through 25. Needless to say, I have next to no pictures of those years unless my kids were in them. Thus my drum set pictures are history and even the hand painted logo I did on the bass drum is all but visions in my head. The audio clip is all that’s left of anything I ever did musically.
Of my two sons. One is an amazing Basketball Player. The other… A drummer
He made his old man proud by not only being a drummer but a better drummer than his old man ever was. Though. History repeats itself. He’s now married and works a steady job and his band broke up. However, I do have video memories of his days of glory.