Saturday, March 29, 2008

Is there anything better...

...than having a clean house with all your laundry put away?

I don't think so either.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Workflow Management Programs

Do they really work? I have a lot on my plate right now, and I would love to have a robot dole out my schedule in easy to digest pieces.

I suppose I could just create a punch list every day, but I'd love to enter a bunch of tasks, answer some key questions and have some sort of workflow distribution.

Does this even exist?

Help!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

The Primary

I've started to get sick of the Democratic Primary.

While I still hold the opinion that the historic nature of this election, both in the "unorthodox" candidates and the extensive involvement of new media has re-energized the voting populus, I wish it was over already. In a campaign season where the dominant theme is "change," the race is being prolonged due to the run-of-the-mill smear campaigns that have become the norm.

And I can't stand it.

I want to like both Hillary and Barack. I want them to run a civil campaign in which the voters make thir decision based on the merit of one candidate over another rather than who screwed up less in the news cycles leading up to their state's caucus or primary.

If you can't win a fair fight, maybe you shouldn't be fighting in the first place.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Wow.

And to think this happened in MY hometown...

John Adams

Is crazy good. Makes me wish I had been more passionate about history back when I was studying it, but then again, people didn't care about making Sega Genesis games realistically portraying the battles of Concord and Lexington, so maybe I never had a chance. Also, I miss living in a city where the American history predates Cowboys.

If you did see it, you can catch when it HBO airs it for the 85th time this week.

That's all.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Great Band Names

While I have some time to kill, here are some potential names for the great rock band I'm not starting - hence, you can use them as the name for YOUR great rock band:

- Dogface All-Stars
- Urgent Bladder Syndrome
- Prada Feet
- Gloryhumpers
- Dr. Harmony's Funtime Jug Band

You can use those, but I'm keeping "The Dyspeptic Rash Fighters."

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Thanks, entrepreneurship!

This is what happens when people from 15 years ago get a hold of a time machine and start a business today - this is current:

So...

I recently perused the few "user comments" I've received from the readers of this blog, and aside from one or two genuine comments (which were greatly appreciated), the rest were comprised of spam, offering me the opportunity to get free porn or telling me how interesting my blog was and that I should read THEIR blog.

Frankly, I don't know whether to be annoyed that they've sent spam bots to attack my little blog or hopeful that the robots gave it a read before lifting their cyber-leg and doing their business all over the comments section.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Seriously

Recently, I found myself on Santa Monica's 3rd Street Promenade with some time to kill. After a little browsing, I found myself doing what most people in their lives have done at one point or another: I moseyed into the Brookstone to use one of their massage chairs for way too long.

Let me back up a second. I think the free Brookstone massage is one of the greatest things the modern mall has to offer, and I love forgetting about my cares and letting myself drift away while the hyperactive ten-year-old directly behind me plays with a mechanical dragon that dances to iPod music. Brookstone itself is the greatest, because not one item that it sells is something you need. If you purchase something from Brookstone, congratulations - you've briefly become a wasteful rich person!

Anyway, as I sat there, enjoying the benefits of a luxury item I had no intention of buying, in walks the lost member of Color Me Badd, he euro hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a blazer and round sunglasses with the ever-cool blue tint. He's listing to music via his wrap-around-behind-the-head earphones. He slips into the chair next to mine after removing his suede moccasins. He smells. He hums along to his music. He is a burden.

And I realize: this is where he goes for his regular massage.

Suddenly, I hate myself for sitting in the chair in the first place. I do NOT want to be that guy.

Quick update

I'm finally getting a haircut this morning - my first since before I was married 4 months ago. Jealous yet?

Me neither.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Morning has broken...

...literally. I don't sleep well anymore. The length of the sleep and the place where it takes place are of zero consequence. I truly can't remember the last time I went to bed at a reasonable hour, woke up the next morning and felt refreshed. I'm beginning to think I'm some sort of freak who leaks rest like a sieve. I wish I could remember when it happened so I could do something about it, and here's the kicker: if I nap in the middle of the day, it gets worse.

I don't know how my wife does it - she gets by on minimal sleep while essentially juggling 3 careers and can still walk and from complete sentences on her days off. She's the little engine that could, while I move in a zombie like state from obligation to obligation, mustering energy in bursts, just enough to get me through and do the best job I can. I would prefer to have energy during the day.

Now that I consider it more, there are likely two chief culprits:

1. My diet is shitty, and in now way engineered to fuel my body. It really isn't engineered
at all.

2. I lack regular physical activity. There was a time where I was semi-regularly playing racquetball, basketball, and other sports. That felt good. I need to do more of that.

Is anybody else out there experiencing the same thing?