Wow, spontaneuity can be fun! We decided on Tuesday night to go to see the Kodo Drummers at Carnegie Hall on Wednesday night. If you get a chance to see them, it is worth the time. They put on a great sow, lots of energy and drums as big as my apartment. But watch out for the flute solos. They will lull you to sleep and your wife will think she just wasted thirty bucks on your ticket. I really did enjoy it, I was just tired. Honest. It is snowing hard here in NYC right now. It was sleeting this morning, then hailing, now snowing. I know the difference now, because I researched it. Fascinating what a few simple web searches can teach you.
Aah, back to work. I realized something today. My life is simply not interesting enough to keep a blog. Who wants to read about me getting up and going to work, coming home, and sleeping. Well, I don’t really care, because it is cathartic for me. Huzzah!
So Christine and I are off to see the Kodo Drummers of Japan tonight. They are supposed to be really cool and energetic. We shall see. Not much else to report. It is a rainy day in NYC, and that always dampens my spirits. Get it?! Dampen! Rainy! I crack me up. I will be posting some pictures of our trip to the Carribean as soon as I get them scanned and/or resized. Please stand by.
And now, the much anticipated “Too much crap in the house” rant. We went to that mecca of uniform consumerism, IKEA today. Two hundred dollars later, we had a new computer desk, a new bookshelf, some sotrage boxes, and some other assorted odds and ends. All said and done, it was a fairly inexpensive trip. However, once we got home, we had to set the thing up. This led to reorganizing. This led to some serious housecleaning. We threw out so much crap. We seem to have duplicates of everything. Two pairs of scissors, two discmans (discmen?), dozens of picture frames, and so on. We also have specialized appliances for making rice, one for making toasties, we have a crockpot, a foreman grill (two of them), and multiple teapots. We have more picture frames than we have level space in the apartment, we have too many flashlights that do not work, and we have random sports equipment that has been used once. As we were weeding through this crap, it occurred to me… this is why the terrorists hate us. More specifically, me. I think if they saw the wastefulness and relative luxury in which I reside, they would point me out as a prime example of why Americans are a hedonistic people who squander the resources of others. Hell, they feed our appetite for oil only to see us drive the new Hummer H2 and waste a gallon of the resources they pump every 13 miles. They feed our addiction not as the drug dealer, happy to see us coming back, but as the workers at the methadone clinic, knowing that it is killing us and thinking us to be pathetic for being so hopelessly fiendish for a fix. OK, so I don’t own a car, but the analogy holds. These dirtbags who want to kill us have every right to call us dirtbags. We waste things and consume resources at a rate of two foreman grills per year. yikes.
So I was kind of planning on ranting about all the random crap I have in my house, but I have more important things on my mind. I think I just fried my power supply. I installed my DVD burner, then fired up the computer. The jumpers were set wrong on the CDrom drive, so I opened it back up and switched the jumper. Closed the case, and hit the power button. POP! Huh? Hit the button again. POP! Then in smelled like burning electrical component. You know, like when you hold the wheels of an electric car and fire up the motor and it just starts smoking? That kind of smell. I tried turning it on again and now I get nothing. No sign of life. I am assuming that two case fans, a CPU fan, three hard drives, two IDE drives, and a partridge in a pear tree would not be enough to overload a 480 watt power supply, but Antec has other ideas. But what do I know, I am only a quasi-geek. Aargh! I really do hope it is the power supply and I did not fry anything useful. If so, I shall be very put out. So now, Christine’s dad is going to come this weekend and want to see my cool new computer and I will have to tell him that I fried it because I am a retard. Maybe Gooby got static in it while I wasn’t looking. If so, he will be summarily executed. Death by being forced to eat a metal object, shoved into a mason jar and placed in the microwave for three hours on low. That is how angry I am, I am fantasizing about taking it out on the cat. And all of my knowledgeable friends are out at Patsy’s, (quite possibly the happiest place on Earth), so I can’t pathetically IM them and grovel for free tech support. Had we just gone up there with them instead of going to see the new Jet Li movie, this would not have happened. At least not right away, anyway. Oh, yeah, the movie ruled and I have too much stuff in my house.
Sometimes I hate the trains in NYC. People create logjams by trying to crowd on before others can get off, peoples’ fat butts take up two seats, and the trains occasionally stop short of their goal. Take this morning for instance. I was riding the 2 train to 14th street, where I switch to the 1 train for one local stop to get to work. I was going to be on time for work this morning, a streak of three days that is good for my typical irresponsible non-morning person behavior. But no. With the 14th street station in sight down the tunnel, we stopped for fifteen minutes. I watched three 1 trains go by while they kept telling us there was a broken down train ahead of us. So I was late for work because they couldn’t pull the train forward 100 feet to drop me off. How rude of the MTA not to cater to my every whim. Anyway, such things are to be expected, I guess. And it isn’t like I’m never late for work. It just pisses me off when it isn’t my fault, like it usually is. Oh, well, back to work to make up for lost time!
I had a long day at work, made even longer because I still can’t shake this crappy cold. I can’t decide if it is the cold or the cold medicine that slows me down more. Either way, I am about as mentally agile as a potato with Down’s Syndrome. Christine introduced me to a cool site today. She found it while surfing Cafe Shops (which, by the way, is the best way to find weird sites). The site she found was I hate your SUV. It really spoke to me. I find it heartening that there are people out there fighting the absurdity of the SUV and confronting it in a humorous fashion. The fact that those doggone things are so popular is nothing short of a testament to slick marketing and slicker lobbying. You see, the American automakers would be in big trouble without the ridiculous margins they make on SUVs, and they know it. So they lobby the government to make sure that SUVs are classified as trucks to avoid the higher insurance and safety regulations required of passenger cars. Then they market them as “get out of town” vehicles, even though if you took your shiny Lexus SUV with the leather seats in for warranty repairs because you drove over your lawn, the mechanic would most likely look at you and say, “You know this dang thing ain’t designed to go offroad.” Don’t worry, the rant is almost over. Just a few more barbs… But I think they have finally given up on marketing them as tough vehicles. The commercials have begun to show them onroad more than off; an apt reflection of reality. And I agree with Bill Maher’s hilarious book wholeheartedly when he says that it is invariably the people who guzzle the most gas (SUV drivers) who put the most flags on their cars after 9/11. Ironic, isn’t it. But hey, maybe they figure if they are going to support an ideal, they might as well go all they way, whether it be supporting terrorists by guzzling as much gas as possible or supporting America by flying as many flags as possible. Someone should tell them that each additional flag is more wind resistance and hence worse gas mileage, hence more oil money, and hence more cash in Bin Laden’s boxcutters for babies fund. OK, I promised to end the SUV rant, and so I shall. Bottom line: Buy a bicycle. Don’t mount it on your friggin’ SUV. And if you get bored some weekend, try this or this.
What an amazing weekend. I didn’t leave the house from the time I got home from work on Friday until the time I left for work this morning. I hate being sick. Now I must get myself motivated for work. Always a chore on a Monday morning when you can barely breathe. Alas, I shall keep it short as there is very little interesting going on right now. I have a feeling that will be an all too common phrase in this little blog.
This is my new blog. I thought it might be fun to keep all of my 3 unique visitors per month up to date on my life or lack thereof.