I have been using outlook at the request of client. What a pain in the rear-end. Its like a pretend mail client. It is like driving an SUV in an Indy race. Sure, its a larger engine in size and weight, but the body also is heavy, the performance is weak and the thing is going to be
lapped by every car on the track within minutes. By every car I mean every other client including the web based client I work on for the client that requested I use Outlook, Thunderbird and carrier pigeon.
Yesterday I tried Cranberry Lambic beer. It was like drinking a Samuel Adams Cranberry Muffin in a bottle. I don’t recommend it unless you’re really running short on alcoholic beverages and you need to consume one. Which is pretty much never, but there may be a few instances where pretty much any other beer is not available.
However, much later in the day I tried Blue Moon Belgian White and that I really, really enjoyed. It is genuinely white and has a slightly fruity flavor. It was an impressive beer but has a higher alcohol content so I had to drink it slowly while eating so as to not make an absolute fool out of myself. I don’t drink enough alcohol to hold my liquor.
I’m heading to Texas for some meetings and so blogging may be lighter than usual. Of course I could find myself with spare time and a light night blogfest could ensue. Of course I could also have my fingers broken by security at Denver International Airport because martial artists have been known to use their hands as weapons… in which case I’ll have a bit of a time doing most things, including blogging.
Wow. I just found the best search query ever reaching my site: “Do spiders pass gas?” Who comes up with these questions? And why are they asking the internet? And why is the internet telling them to get their browsers over here? I mean, I know this site has lots of weird stuff on it, but I don’t recall barking spiders as being a literal occurence.
This evening I watched a Wendy’s restaurant employee carry a large stack of food from Taco Bell (across the parking lot) into Wendy’s. Nothing says company loyalty like that. At least she could have worn civilian clothes so that she looked like a rude customer instead of a traitor
I’ll be hading to Grapevine, Texas until Saturday. Pray for Jessica as she deals with two little girls and a [girl] puppy. Pray for me as I deal with being away with said females. Of course one of the best parts of going to Texas is the food and friends, but I seem to have very little time for non-work friends simply because the company has me booked with lots and lots of things going on. If you happen to have time for breakfast that looks like my best time for openings.
Well, the fish, formerly known as Goldy, currently now having reached oneness with the septic system, died. I found her doing the back stroke this morning and quickly moved her to our flusher. Except that goldy didn’t flush. I didn’t know she didn’t flush, but I found out later. How exactly did I find out?
Abby came down stairs saying in a strained tone, “Daddy, someone put Goldy in the toilet. Was it you?!”
So I had to own up to it and tell her Goldy had died. Stupid toilet.
[for the record Abby was OK with the fish dying]
I just said something to Abby that is probably wrong, but I’m going to blog it because I was so amused. We had finished brushing her teeth and she whipped her head forward to spit out the toothpaste. A small bit of her hair flopped into the sink (no toothpaste made contact). And with movie star-like brilliance I said, “Abby, watch out. With great hair comes great responsibility…”
It was touching, I could have won an academy award or something.
I have wanted to be an author at times in my life. I’ve also wanted a recording studio (sorry, Mom)… but I’ve got one of those now, at least a home studio. But about being an author, I’ve written several short pieces in my life and I just ran across this beginning of a story I had entitled ‘The Clock.’ I have no idea what it was going to be about, but I liked the descriptive language. You can just imagine what happens next because I don’t know the rest of the story
The watchs second hand smoothly rounded the number 12; its glass reflecting the faces of those who gazed in on its round surface. This watch had been handed down for three generations and now accompanied Thomas Hanley out of the meeting room where he had just finished another interview. The three generations of Hanley that had been in charge of Hanley International Trading, had each worn that watch. Thomas glanced down at the watch which faithfully conveyed the time remaining until the next appointment.
I have found these two MP3′s on the topic of Marriage to be fantastic. They’re from a Christian philosopher by the name Ravi Zacharias.
I, Isaac, Take Thee Rebekah 1
I, Isaac, Take Thee Rebekah 2
These MP3′s address arranged marriages and love. Its good stuff