Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Moon People
This was the #1 Digg this morning:
Best First Page of Any Book Ever? (click on it to read without squinting)
Turns out it's a real book. No kidding. Moon People, by Dale M. Courtney. Part One of the Moon People Trilogy, according to Dale's blog, which means that there is even more of this to cherish in the future. If you thought the first chapter was way too much to be the real deal, here's Chapter 9:
Here's Dale's bio. This is the best part:
"...two years latter my only son was born. He was a strutting buck. We named him Charles Earl Courtney. Well then we migrated to the Ormond Beach, Florida were I had a hobby of making Global Economic Equality and foreign policies for years but I never thought I would be able to use it for anything, but low and behold we went to war with Iraq and Afghanistan because of 9-11. I remember it was April 1, 2007 when President Bush came on the airway and was asking for Ideas on the Iraq and Iran problem at the time Iran had 15 British Solders hostages. Well One thing for sure I’ve always have an Idea. I’m a firm believer that a simple Idea can solve everything. Well I was lucky because my Idea worked and from there on I gave about 50 more Ideas and I’m still going."
So the question is, are they using them?
The best part of all this, of course, are the reviews on Amazon. This blog is becoming a self fulfilling prophecy with the name and all, ain't it?
Best First Page of Any Book Ever? (click on it to read without squinting)
Turns out it's a real book. No kidding. Moon People, by Dale M. Courtney. Part One of the Moon People Trilogy, according to Dale's blog, which means that there is even more of this to cherish in the future. If you thought the first chapter was way too much to be the real deal, here's Chapter 9:
Here's Dale's bio. This is the best part:
"...two years latter my only son was born. He was a strutting buck. We named him Charles Earl Courtney. Well then we migrated to the Ormond Beach, Florida were I had a hobby of making Global Economic Equality and foreign policies for years but I never thought I would be able to use it for anything, but low and behold we went to war with Iraq and Afghanistan because of 9-11. I remember it was April 1, 2007 when President Bush came on the airway and was asking for Ideas on the Iraq and Iran problem at the time Iran had 15 British Solders hostages. Well One thing for sure I’ve always have an Idea. I’m a firm believer that a simple Idea can solve everything. Well I was lucky because my Idea worked and from there on I gave about 50 more Ideas and I’m still going."
So the question is, are they using them?
The best part of all this, of course, are the reviews on Amazon. This blog is becoming a self fulfilling prophecy with the name and all, ain't it?
Thursday, May 7, 2009
"Better than the Waffle House Triple Stack."
You may remember 4 posts ago (6 months ago, haha) where I mentioned a few choice reviews of products from Amazon. Kevin just sent me this product, and the reviews are particularly good.
Three Wolf Moon T-Shirt
Three Wolf Moon T-Shirt
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
New York Stories / Falling Apart at the Seams
Someone I used to know had this on his blog a while back and I just got around to seeing it. While I'm a dedicated procrastinator when it comes to posting new blogs, I'm equally slack at reading them. This is good though:
The Lost Tribes of New York City from Carolyn London on Vimeo.
Just about to head out to my first dodgeball game in almost two months on the DL. My dodgeball injuries include the following:
* Sprained ankle
* Shoulder fatigue
* Tennis elbow
* Possible cartilage damage in the knee
* Stress fracture of the heel
* Shaky hip due to compensation for aforementioned heel issue
So when I rock the game tonight, I'll be sporting three different braces, an Ace bandage, and two sole inserts. I've been psyching myself up all day by watching YouTube videos of little kids getting hit in the face and old clips of this short-lived WWF style dodgeball show on cable tv called Extreme Dodgeball, with characters ranging from the sidearm-wielding mime to the slow, large, beanballing sumo wrestler.
I'll let you know how it goes after my visit to the hospital.
The Lost Tribes of New York City from Carolyn London on Vimeo.
Just about to head out to my first dodgeball game in almost two months on the DL. My dodgeball injuries include the following:
* Sprained ankle
* Shoulder fatigue
* Tennis elbow
* Possible cartilage damage in the knee
* Stress fracture of the heel
* Shaky hip due to compensation for aforementioned heel issue
So when I rock the game tonight, I'll be sporting three different braces, an Ace bandage, and two sole inserts. I've been psyching myself up all day by watching YouTube videos of little kids getting hit in the face and old clips of this short-lived WWF style dodgeball show on cable tv called Extreme Dodgeball, with characters ranging from the sidearm-wielding mime to the slow, large, beanballing sumo wrestler.
I'll let you know how it goes after my visit to the hospital.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Dropping of the ball
Well now. I wonder if anyone's around anymore. If so, hello. Welcome back. I'm sorry. The ball has been dropped in epic style.
It's been a weird winter, for a number of reasons. Without going into detail, there was some emotional rollercoastering and a lot of beer drinking. But it's spring now, or soon, and hope springs eternal. Which means it doesn't matter what season it is. But you know what I mean.
Just joined Facebook. I was a late bloomer. There are people with whom I haven't spoken in 17 years who are suddenly my friend again. There's a guy I was kind of friends with in high school although we never really hung out, and he friended me. I sent him a message asking how he was, but he never replied. There's the girl I took to the Junior Prom...she friended me. We sent a few messages back and forth, I asked her a few questions, she never answered them. There are people I couldn't have met more than three or four times who friended me. I didn't write them any messages, and they never wrote me any either. So my question is...what's the point?
If you're friends with someone, you know it. If you knew them once and haven't thought about them since, are they really officially your friend? The way I figure it, if you want to friend someone, you send them a message. Ask them how they are. Don't do this reunion thing half assed. Either you want to know them now, or you don't. But don't do it just to get your stupid numbers up. Not to be crass, but having more "friends" just seems to clog your homepage. Do I really care what Molly McHighschool's five favorite Matthew McConaughey rom-coms are?
I care a lot for the people I know. I just don't know if I know some of these knuckleheads anymore, or if I ever did.
You meet a lot of people in your life. Some stick, some don't. Life has a way for throwing you into certain situations with certain people at certain times, and it's kismet. Facebook seems to be just another way of throwing a bunch of people at your wall and seeing who sticks.
This subject keeps coming up in conversation lately. Once you get to a certain age, you realize you've whittled your life down to certain essentials. You know who you are, what you like, who you like, and unless you're looking for a life partner, you've come to terms with what/who you're into socially. At that point, you stick to the plan and do what you do and settle down. So Facebook, while interesting and somewhat addictive in terms of catching up with old friends you actually love, just kind of complexifies things.
It's been a weird winter, for a number of reasons. Without going into detail, there was some emotional rollercoastering and a lot of beer drinking. But it's spring now, or soon, and hope springs eternal. Which means it doesn't matter what season it is. But you know what I mean.
Just joined Facebook. I was a late bloomer. There are people with whom I haven't spoken in 17 years who are suddenly my friend again. There's a guy I was kind of friends with in high school although we never really hung out, and he friended me. I sent him a message asking how he was, but he never replied. There's the girl I took to the Junior Prom...she friended me. We sent a few messages back and forth, I asked her a few questions, she never answered them. There are people I couldn't have met more than three or four times who friended me. I didn't write them any messages, and they never wrote me any either. So my question is...what's the point?
If you're friends with someone, you know it. If you knew them once and haven't thought about them since, are they really officially your friend? The way I figure it, if you want to friend someone, you send them a message. Ask them how they are. Don't do this reunion thing half assed. Either you want to know them now, or you don't. But don't do it just to get your stupid numbers up. Not to be crass, but having more "friends" just seems to clog your homepage. Do I really care what Molly McHighschool's five favorite Matthew McConaughey rom-coms are?
I care a lot for the people I know. I just don't know if I know some of these knuckleheads anymore, or if I ever did.
You meet a lot of people in your life. Some stick, some don't. Life has a way for throwing you into certain situations with certain people at certain times, and it's kismet. Facebook seems to be just another way of throwing a bunch of people at your wall and seeing who sticks.
This subject keeps coming up in conversation lately. Once you get to a certain age, you realize you've whittled your life down to certain essentials. You know who you are, what you like, who you like, and unless you're looking for a life partner, you've come to terms with what/who you're into socially. At that point, you stick to the plan and do what you do and settle down. So Facebook, while interesting and somewhat addictive in terms of catching up with old friends you actually love, just kind of complexifies things.
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