December 2008
90 posts
MBP making me feel stabby. Spinning beach ball of death inciting murderous rage.
Okay everybody: new year’s resolutions. Making any? What are they?
First wedding shot. Went very well. Except I saw what others meant when they said that shooting weddings is an Olympic event. TRUE DAT.
Hating Huston airport right now. If you couldn’t tell.
I’m not complaining BUT public wifi almost ALWAYS sucks. So…I guess I am complaining. Whatever. Shut up.
It’s a beautiful thing when flights are on time in spite of inclement weather conditions. And all the angels sang a hallelujah chorus. Amen.
Children are germy, coughy little fleshy bags of sickness. Well, these two kids next to me at the airport are, anyway. Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, friends. I’m thankful for each and every one of you. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season. :)
What everyone else said. Something, something Christmas. Something, something holidays, etc. Ditto all that.
What everyone else said. Ditto that.
Pandora, I draw the line at Carnie Wilson doing the 65th version of Santa Baby that I’ve heard in the past 24 hours. PANDORA FAIL
Already said it once today, but I’ll say it again: I WILL GROW A SWEET ASS BEARD IN 2009. Beginning January 1. There will be photos. Oh yes.
Okay, I just have to get this out: I HATE THE SONG “SANTA BABY”. HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. Whew. I feel better now.
2009 GOAL #1: Grow a beard unlike any beard that’s ever been grown before. Amen.
Something about the sound of Ray Charles’ voice always makes me happy. Even when he sings a sad song. Still. But especially Christmas tunes!
Merry Christmas eve to errbody. AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @alleyesonjenny! :)
VIRGIN ALERT: Preparing to shoot my first wedding EVER on Saturday. Anyone have any tips to share with a first timer?
I love Bob Segar. There. I said it.
Also: Raul Malo is the man.
I *better* get to fly out of this winter wonderland on Christmas Day or HEADS WILL ROLL. Hear that snow and ice? You’re on notice.
RT from @gruber: Everyone wants a white Christmas until snow hits and shuts down every known form of transportation.
Pandora just played a dirty, dirty trick on me. When I wasn’t paying attention, it started playing something horrible called “Yanni”.
Reformatted the HD, reinstalled OSX, now reinstalling and reconfiguring all my apps and prefs. Loving the already faster responsiveness.
Wish me luck. Am about to wipe my hard drive, reinstall my OS and all my apps. Knock on wood, cross your fingers, say a prayer, whatever…
Okay, it is INSANE IN PORTLAND RIGHT NOW. Blizzard doesn’t really begin to describe it.
Backing up everything on my Mac in preparation for a complete reformat and reinstall of OSX. Fun! (NOT)
Twitterrific still doesn’t *actually* favorite tweets and I don’t think its an issue with Twitter API because other apps actually do…
Blizzardmageddon hath thus descended upon us. Amen.
Feel like I should be an old-world gangster right now, listening to Tony Bennett, thinking that they don’t make em like that anymore.
The one day I don’t go on Facebook and I realize that I forgot a friend’s birthday. Now to remember: which friend was it? Stupid Facebook.
Tackled grocery shopping this morning which featured me in the role of frugal shopper and may have even included a coupon here and there.
If you love me as much as I love you, you’ll cast a vote for Santa Paws: http://tinyurl.com/5gdt5r
Be done soon love. Well munch before dinner.
If I were to ever get a cat, it would have to be a laser cat.
I’m just gonna put out there that I think the harpsichord is the musical equivalent of fingernails on a chalkboard.
The harpsichord is to classical music what Carlos Mencia is to comedy. (DEATH)
Word to your mother. That word? Kookaburra.
I don’t know what the big deal is. I’ve thrown my shoes at President Bush many, many times. Of course, he was on TV at the time…
Santa? Is that you? http://tinyurl.com/5lj8n3
Nothing says “Hey, why not go on a murderous rampage today and OH MY GOD I WILL KILL EVERYBODY” quite like holiday traffic.
Word to your mother. That word: schadenfreude.
All I really want for Christmas is my sense of smell/taste back. Oh, and a pony.
I swear, Pandora would probably try to play a frigging Boston song even if I were listening to the Beethoven station. Oh wait, IT JUST DID.
Interesting photos of classic rock stars with their parents: http://tinyurl.com/5bxgd2
Let’s try this again: http://tinyurl.com/68dve7
Stupid Twitter and your stupid API limit.
I wouldn’t know the holiday spirit if it snuck up and kicked me in the…hello!
Am at that stage of being sick where my sense of taste is gone and so I ask WHAT’S THE POINT IN GOING ON? Oh right, this is only temporary.
The incessant yelling and screaming of middle-school-aged children outside my window brings one word immediately to mind: VASECTOMY.
Stay out of the doghouse this year. [video link] http://tinyurl.com/6lgszz