spike I ran a marching band competition this past weekend, the first of the year for me. It’s always wonderful to see these shows come off well. As a bonus, I got decent exercise by running around all day.
I got to see some of my old students back from when I was teaching. This year’s seniors were freshmen when I was teaching them, and I haven’t seen them in a while. I’m surprised they still remember me, but it’s nice to have a whole bunch of kids screaming your name. I should have been a rock star.
Just when I thought I had a great time at a baseball game, those darn Improv Anywhere guys share the story of their latest adventure. I’ve always been a fan of experiments in audience control.
Somehow, I once again agreed to run marching band competitions this fall for your favorite organization and mine. They also want me to stop by their “new” office in Allentown, Pennsylvania — they moved several years ago, so it’s not really that new, but I haven’t been there — to teach the newest incarnation of the revolving staff how to use a database program I designed in 2000 or 2001. Transmission of communal knowledge is like a game of telephone, and by now, the connection seems to have become pretty bad. I haven’t seen the software in years, and I bet people have tried changing tables, queries, and other stuff they shouldn’t have been touching.
Apparently, I’ll be visiting the office during one of the weekends I’m not already signed up for a marching band show. I’m not taking off a day from my real job to visit them, although that is what they requested. Yeah, right.
Stick a fork in me, I’ve finished all classes for my Master’s degree. All that’s left is getting my grades for the final course, getting reimbursed for the last three courses, and obtaining the actual parchment.
Astronomers decided to demote Pluto from a planet to a “dwarf planet.” Dwarf planets are not planets. Like the the beginning of the twentieth century, there are now eight known planets in the solar system.
The decision might eventually be overturned by the community, but for now, Pluto is just one of many similar objects in its area.
I just realized that two of my favorite Ben Folds songs includes lyrics seemingly being sung to dead people. There’s something about communicated with the dead that makes for good entertainment. Observe:
Boxing’s been good to me, Howard [Cosell]…
Elliott [Smith], man, you played a fine guitar…
If Windows XP Professional is bugging you to reboot after an automatic update download, clicking “later” only gives you ten minutes before you’re bugged again. Here’s how to stop the nagging, and the solution is not to turn automatic updates off; it’s all ready too late for that. If you have Windows XP Home Edition, you’ll have to follow these instructions instead.
Apparently, my boss can fit her entire fist in her mouth. She showed us. Ah… going out to lunch is more interesting now than it was in my previous job. Also, she gets emotional after a few glasses of wine.
Everything is an adventure.
Big Brother (AOL) is watching you and your search habits. And logging them. And giving them to people who ask. AOL has removed the database but not before it was replicated.
Now if you want something scarier, you can search the database for yourself. I assume this will eventually be taken down so use it while you can.