Sweet Lord do I hate paying upwards of a buck a pop for 411 info from Sprint PCS. Sure, it’s better than driving around in the sweaty desperation of “I know it’s around here somewhere. I can feel it,” but I always cringe when the bill comes.
Once again, the Interwebs provide my deus ex machina! Enter Google 411. This video explains all the bells and whistles, but if you’re crunched for time, just know:
1. Call 1-800-GOOG-411
2. Follow the voice prompts
3. And the Goog will connect you, text you or send a map to your phone for FREE
Gawd, I love technology. Keep up the good work, Goog!
They tell me we won’t have another lunar eclipse like this until 2010, so I figured it was worth it to haul the tripod out of the garage. This is the view from in front of our (neighbor’s) house, here in Monrovia.
Last week I broke my toe. Then I had a reaction to the Vicodin. Work isn’t going so well. My grandma is in the hospital. And now I’m throwing a pity party, table of one. Feh.
Does anyone have anything cheerful to share? Happy thoughts are greatly appreciated.
A very happy Christmas to you. May it be a day of all the good things your heart desires, a cup of cheer and goodwill to all. Until we see you again, The Kid, Fletcher, Lindsey, Alex, Hank, Mike, Meredith and I will make snow angels and think of you. May your holiday season be a peaceful one.
When The Kid gets his homework done right after school, those are good days. Instead of riding him to get stuff done, we do much more interesting things, like play games. Tonight we had our way with Scrabble.
During an iffy first game, I remembered a twist on Boggle that NLo and I once played in high school. We rolled all the cubes out of the game and made up 16-letter words and their definitions. (Yes, we were dorks, but dorks with CHARACTER.) The word that sticks with me is drekiggwampivath: asserting one’s personality at inopportune moments, such as jumping up on your desk during a history lecture and screaming, “I am Queen of the Mushroom People!”
In that tradition tonight, we invented Bingo Scrabble. You gotta use all your tiles to make one word and come up with the definition. MUCH more fun than original Scrabble. Words from our first round:
Zeoieof: Having a refreshing drink after eating pizza.
Minctzer: To cut in small pieces in a zig-zag fashion.
Fluitone: The sound created by underwater speakers.
Eaqovynzeoieof: A tropical cheese made from the milk of a goat that recently ate almonds.
Warrisym: Not Warren, but an amazing simulation.
Edgeblen: A tool to scrape cake batter down into the bowl.
Eegnigar: Eggnog made with almond-flavored goat’s milk.
Evunctnew: He who lives in an apartment left vacant by eviction.
Viejotso: Jostling for position to blog something first.
Umahord: A cross between a snow leopard and a lion.
Glabokapp: (orig: Ger.) A tube cap encrusted in old toothpaste.
Airsafior: (orig. Fr.) The person who packs parachutes.
Deatheoo: A bad-smelling person living in the house of the deceased.
Lauronthscixh: (orig. Walloon) The 6th guy from the left in a peloton.
I hope you viejotso to document your own good days!
Corey’s SARS got me this morning. Blech. I will keep my distance and post this video for your enjoyment. This is no time for joking, gigantic turkey sub!
Just having finished Jack London’s “The Call of the Wild,” The Kid was charged with doing a book report project. He chose to write and record a news broadcast covering events from the book and had so much fun with it that I might just stop my frothing at the mouth that his class isn’t doing enough expository writing. (“In my day, we didn’t have creative projects. We wrote outlines full of Roman numerals until our fingers bled. And that’s the way it was and we liked it!“)
He turned it out with a little help from Garage Band and the good people at “All Things Considered” whom I am sure will find this a charming homage from a future public radio subscriber, and not an infringement on Fair Use laws at all.