Thomas made this.
That is the link to his puzzle/game/riddle that kids at his high school play. They have to figure out all the clues to get the next part of the game... he made the entire thing up - and NO ONE knows that it was him.
Hopefully none of them will ever find my blog because if they do - his cover has been blown.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Blasphemy?
I would like one of these... but I think my purchase of such an item might ensure my ticket through those fiery gates. (I'm not to clear on the whole blasphemy rules.) In any case, let's hope laughing at this won't mean the same.
Nanotechnology is from the Devil?
Thomas and I found this beaut in the WSJ today.
Nanotechnology is Morally Unacceptable.
Brief Description (The Lede) If you don’t have a super-fast, super-small computer in a few years, blame the moral majority. It turns out that most Americans find nanotechnology, the scientific field most likely to produce such a breakthrough, morally unacceptable.
Makes me like this little phrase my brother showed me. It goes like this:
"I don't have a problem with God, it's his fan club I can't stand."
Nanotechnology is Morally Unacceptable.
Brief Description (The Lede) If you don’t have a super-fast, super-small computer in a few years, blame the moral majority. It turns out that most Americans find nanotechnology, the scientific field most likely to produce such a breakthrough, morally unacceptable.
Makes me like this little phrase my brother showed me. It goes like this:
"I don't have a problem with God, it's his fan club I can't stand."
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
You Tube Children
I like the YouTube videos where the children are actually hilarious, and not just on there because their adoring parents thought so...
This is one of my new favorites.
If you have any other good ones, please share.
I already love: "Charlie Bit My Finger," "The Youngest Hey Jude," "Afraid of her own shadow," and "laughing baby."
If you don't know any of these, check them out. You won't be disappointed.
But really - tell me if you know any other gems.
This is one of my new favorites.
If you have any other good ones, please share.
I already love: "Charlie Bit My Finger," "The Youngest Hey Jude," "Afraid of her own shadow," and "laughing baby."
If you don't know any of these, check them out. You won't be disappointed.
But really - tell me if you know any other gems.
Backlog... Thomas' Visit 2 weeks ago
So anyone who knows me, knows that my 16-year old brother is my favorite person in the world. He is cooler than the coolest person you know. And most likely smarter, too. And now he takes photos with his new fancy camera.
Check 'em out:
My street.
The artist himself (and the dog).
Me.
My herb garden... it was cheaper to buy different bowls and coffee mugs than actual pots.
My favorite: Basil.
Check 'em out:
My street.
The artist himself (and the dog).
Me.
My herb garden... it was cheaper to buy different bowls and coffee mugs than actual pots.
My favorite: Basil.
My Creative Roommate
Check out Haley's new online store!
She's making super cool, super useful sustainable bags. And keep checking Haley’s Etsy Shop. because she's still making 'em!
She's making super cool, super useful sustainable bags. And keep checking Haley’s Etsy Shop. because she's still making 'em!
Manicures with my Man.
So Alex visited this weekend. We skied, ate a birthday cake, saw "No Country For Old Men," and then we did something we've never done before. It went something like this:
Alex: Man, my cuticles are really bad.
Me: Oh, yeah, sorry I don't have anything for that.
Alex: Do you want to get manicures?
Me: Do you?
Alex: Sure.
Me: Uh... alright.
Alex: Do you know any places?
Me: No... I've never had a manicure before.
Alex: REALLY? I got one in Iraq.
So, he was fighting in a war, but he made sure his nail beds were clean and tidy while loading his AK-47.
God Bless America.
Alex: Man, my cuticles are really bad.
Me: Oh, yeah, sorry I don't have anything for that.
Alex: Do you want to get manicures?
Me: Do you?
Alex: Sure.
Me: Uh... alright.
Alex: Do you know any places?
Me: No... I've never had a manicure before.
Alex: REALLY? I got one in Iraq.
So, he was fighting in a war, but he made sure his nail beds were clean and tidy while loading his AK-47.
God Bless America.
Lunar Eclipse
A fitting song for such an event...
I Like Giants.
"When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side
Of the road, turn out the lights, get out and look up at the sky.
And I do this to remind me that I'm really, really tiny
In the grand scheme of things and sometimes this terrifies me.
But it's only really scary cause it makes me feel serene
In a way I never thought I'd be because I've never been
So grounded, and so humbled, and so one with everything
I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything..."
-Kimya Dawson
She's rocking. Happy Lunar Eclipse to my oh-so-few readers.
I Like Giants.
"When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side
Of the road, turn out the lights, get out and look up at the sky.
And I do this to remind me that I'm really, really tiny
In the grand scheme of things and sometimes this terrifies me.
But it's only really scary cause it makes me feel serene
In a way I never thought I'd be because I've never been
So grounded, and so humbled, and so one with everything
I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything..."
-Kimya Dawson
She's rocking. Happy Lunar Eclipse to my oh-so-few readers.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Dancing in the Board Room
So, again , I wrote this post about a month ago. January 8th, actually. See, I write these posts in Word Docs and then never actually post... stupid.
So anyway, this happened about a month ago. I walked into our “Presentation Room” to collect my department's laptop from an earlier meeting. I was alone so I was singing Stevie Wonder's "Everything Is Alright" and dancing around (as I so often do). So I'm dancing as I'm turning the laptop off and packing it all up and a voice comes booming out of the ceiling asking me to “Please turn that back on.”
I replied, "What the hell?" while turning in circles to ensure that I truly was alone. (Very Professional.) This is when I realized that the video conferencing was still turned on. I fumbled to turn the equipment back on and shyly ask, "Can you see me?" And, of course, they could. They saw it all. The singing, the dancing, the first true Kendra humiliation of '08. So I turned on my video conferencing, and there is our IT Senior Director and someone other guy, in suits, sitting at a table in another room, staring back at me from the screen. So unless they enjoyed my Stevie Wonder impression, which most of you know could not be possible with the set of pipes I've got on me, I have a feeling it was not the most best impression to make.
I made it to the 8th of January before doing something stupid - I think that's progress from last year.
In honor of this moment, I have made that song my all around ring tone.
So anyway, this happened about a month ago. I walked into our “Presentation Room” to collect my department's laptop from an earlier meeting. I was alone so I was singing Stevie Wonder's "Everything Is Alright" and dancing around (as I so often do). So I'm dancing as I'm turning the laptop off and packing it all up and a voice comes booming out of the ceiling asking me to “Please turn that back on.”
I replied, "What the hell?" while turning in circles to ensure that I truly was alone. (Very Professional.) This is when I realized that the video conferencing was still turned on. I fumbled to turn the equipment back on and shyly ask, "Can you see me?" And, of course, they could. They saw it all. The singing, the dancing, the first true Kendra humiliation of '08. So I turned on my video conferencing, and there is our IT Senior Director and someone other guy, in suits, sitting at a table in another room, staring back at me from the screen. So unless they enjoyed my Stevie Wonder impression, which most of you know could not be possible with the set of pipes I've got on me, I have a feeling it was not the most best impression to make.
I made it to the 8th of January before doing something stupid - I think that's progress from last year.
In honor of this moment, I have made that song my all around ring tone.
Dodgeball League
One miserable Saturday morning Haley and I dragged ourselves out of bed at 7:30 to get the most of our YMCA memberships. I had been bragging about how great this particular class was that I had been attending on Wednesdays and when I found out it was offered on Saturday too, we decided to go.
Big Mistake. We did about 300 push-ups within the hour (and you might think I’m exaggerating, but I am absolutely not). We ran stairs for a full half hour, we jumped rope, we ran while holding 20lbs above our head… we killed ourselves. And I’m sure Haley wanted to kill me. Please be warned. There is a different teacher for this class on Saturdays. DO NOT ATTEND ON SATURDAYS.
However, some good came from it. One of the other unfortunate victims of the class introduced herself to me and Haley. Her name's Molly. We hadn’t talked since the class when out of the blue, Molly called me and asked if I’d like to join a Dodgeball league. Of course this needed no thought on my part and I immediately accepted the invitation.
I am an official team member of the Delaware Sports League. Cosmos Dodgeball Team – and proud of it.
On our first game (which at the time of this posting was about 2 months ago) Molly couldn’t make it – but I didn’t know this prior to showing up in the gym filled with at least 50 people. After searching the faces I realized she wasn’t there. Problem: I knew NO other players on my team. Finally I got a girl with a clipboard and she pointed me in the right direction. The girls on my team are incredibly fun and friendly – so that’s perfect (again, the point here is to make friends… man, I’m starting to sound desperate, huh?).
So I explain to my team that I’ve not played since elementary school, but they were fine with that. This is how it works: Each pairing of teams plays 11 games, alternating between girls games and guys games for 10. The eleventh game is a co-ed game, with a max of 3 guys per team.
I was the second person out in the first game, but picked it up from then on. It was the most fun I’ve had in Wilmington so far. It was also a little scary. The girls on the opposing team were a lot stronger. I’d put money on the fact that they were softball players or throwers. But the guys – all around, were the real scary part. Just hearing the balls hit other people made me wince.
Well guess who got picked to be one of the two girls for the co-ed game. Yep, me.
So I was just running around terrified, making very little effort to catch or throw – I was just trying to not get whammed by one of the guys’ throws. Before I knew it, I was the last person left on my team, and I was terrified. All I could imagine was getting hit in my giant schnoz and crying on my first night in a roomful of strangers. (Not that similar experiences haven’t already happened to me – my nose and I have been through quiet a lot.)
I am now forced to throw and catch, and it’s me verses one very strong girl, and one hard hitting guy. I’m trying to act like it was my plan to be the last one the whole time, but I’m actually having a panic attack internally. This is when the girl steps backward on a ball and breaks her ankle. Game over.
And I shouldn’t have been so happy about that kind of an ending.
Big Mistake. We did about 300 push-ups within the hour (and you might think I’m exaggerating, but I am absolutely not). We ran stairs for a full half hour, we jumped rope, we ran while holding 20lbs above our head… we killed ourselves. And I’m sure Haley wanted to kill me. Please be warned. There is a different teacher for this class on Saturdays. DO NOT ATTEND ON SATURDAYS.
However, some good came from it. One of the other unfortunate victims of the class introduced herself to me and Haley. Her name's Molly. We hadn’t talked since the class when out of the blue, Molly called me and asked if I’d like to join a Dodgeball league. Of course this needed no thought on my part and I immediately accepted the invitation.
I am an official team member of the Delaware Sports League. Cosmos Dodgeball Team – and proud of it.
On our first game (which at the time of this posting was about 2 months ago) Molly couldn’t make it – but I didn’t know this prior to showing up in the gym filled with at least 50 people. After searching the faces I realized she wasn’t there. Problem: I knew NO other players on my team. Finally I got a girl with a clipboard and she pointed me in the right direction. The girls on my team are incredibly fun and friendly – so that’s perfect (again, the point here is to make friends… man, I’m starting to sound desperate, huh?).
So I explain to my team that I’ve not played since elementary school, but they were fine with that. This is how it works: Each pairing of teams plays 11 games, alternating between girls games and guys games for 10. The eleventh game is a co-ed game, with a max of 3 guys per team.
I was the second person out in the first game, but picked it up from then on. It was the most fun I’ve had in Wilmington so far. It was also a little scary. The girls on the opposing team were a lot stronger. I’d put money on the fact that they were softball players or throwers. But the guys – all around, were the real scary part. Just hearing the balls hit other people made me wince.
Well guess who got picked to be one of the two girls for the co-ed game. Yep, me.
So I was just running around terrified, making very little effort to catch or throw – I was just trying to not get whammed by one of the guys’ throws. Before I knew it, I was the last person left on my team, and I was terrified. All I could imagine was getting hit in my giant schnoz and crying on my first night in a roomful of strangers. (Not that similar experiences haven’t already happened to me – my nose and I have been through quiet a lot.)
I am now forced to throw and catch, and it’s me verses one very strong girl, and one hard hitting guy. I’m trying to act like it was my plan to be the last one the whole time, but I’m actually having a panic attack internally. This is when the girl steps backward on a ball and breaks her ankle. Game over.
And I shouldn’t have been so happy about that kind of an ending.
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