She’s so cute when she’s sleeping. It’s the awake hours you have to worry about.
I wouldn’t normally post some silly quote. Wait. yeah.. I totally would. But this isn’t some silly quote. These are rules to live by. These should framed in the halls and meeting rooms of every educational institution in the world. The original in it’s original context can be found here.
From Mike Rowe, or Dirty Jobs fame…
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Obviously, I’m ripping off Stephen Covey, whose seven better-known habits got my attention not so much for their content, which I find suspicious, but for their surprisingly modest number, which I find manageable. Here then, are my “Seven Dirty Habits,” each gleaned from a worker I met on the show, and bolstered by true stories of personal enlightenment and lingering humiliation.
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Love Story
I will seek and find you.
I shall take you to bed and
Have my way with you.
I will make you ache, shake &
Sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for
Mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that
You will be relieved when I’m finished with you.
And, when I am finished,
You will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
This little guy was hanging out behind the building today. Isn’t him cute? About as much color as your average Monday is apt to provide.
It only took about 5 years, but I finally got to see Green Day in Concert.
To say that they were amazing would be an understatement.
Not a good picture, but those are real flames up on stage. Hot enough we could feel them, and we were about 100′ away.
Green Day has mastered the art of iconography. A few basic images can really stir the emotions.
And they still play the classics.
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Green Day came on to thunderous noise from the audience. Seattle was the first stop on the tour, and they damn near brought the house down. This is one band that really does know how to play to the audience. Garth Brooks is the only performer to come close what I saw lastnight. The showmanship was as good as I’ve ever seen. The one thing that was very impressive was the audience interaction. From something as simple as borrowing someone’s sunglasses to having audience members up on stage to sing, they were all about the show and making sure the audience had a good time. Billie Joe Armstrong even brought someone on stage to play guitar for Jesus of Suburbia, their 9+ minute anthem from American Idiot. The kid did an amazing job, and impressed not only the band, but the entire audience.
I will be going to see them as often as possible. And next time, I’ll take my GOOD camera.
So my friend’s anemic, hemophiliac dog came over to play today. The memory card in my little camera (not the Sony!) decided to fritz on me, and didn’t save the shot properly. With a little cropping and a LOT of re-coloring, I was able to fix the picture. Unfortunately, the camera caught a little of the Norse god trapped in this cute little puppy….
Okay, so here’s what he looks like when he’s not being all-powerful & god-ish.
And.. Just for the record, here is a shot of Thor, Norse God of Thunder and Jack, the god of… um… well… the God of Joe! Locked in mortal combat…
It was truly a beautiful day for a little KLR therapy. We left the house pretty early and met up with the rest of the mob down in Hoquiam, WA. A quick re-fuel for all parties (bikes included), and we were off! We got to chill on the beach for a while (where the pic above was taken). From there we headed out to Forks, home of the Twilight phenomena. If you don’t know, don’t ask. If you really want to know, google is your friend. Then a quick stop in Clallam Bay to rest a bit, and we tackled highway 112 between Clallam Bay & Joyce. Always a blast, it was just as fun this time as it has been in the past.
Around 330 miles all told. Got to finish the last Bartimaeus book, rock out to Green Day, and even started another book! Being confined inside a helmet for most of a day has a calming, reflective effect that I’ve sort of forgotten since last summer.
Sometimes, I get so lost in the voices in my mind (internal dialog, not a psychiatric episode… mostly), that I forget the rest of the world. I don’t see the TV, or hear the music, or the other people. I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing.
Sometimes, I get so lost in the music (either in my head or for real), that I can’t hear the voices. I’m guessing… If I could ever find a balance between those two.. It might be something.
I’m not quite sure what, but something.
