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Monday, February 9, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Freaking Exercise
This post isn't so much a ?! as it is a !!
My awesome wife got me this cool nike+ this for my 31st birthday (this saturday, Jan 24, if you were wondering). Not only is this hilarious because she's obviously telling me I'm fat, but it has also motivated me to start running again. Since becoming a father, I have let the whole working out thing slide a fair bit, so I'm just getting back into the swing of it. We got a jogging stroller on craigs list, and I've changed my work schedule because Rechelle is going back to school. I get home at 3ish, so Claire and I get to spend some quality time running around the neighborhood.
I've added a widget on the right hand side of the page if you're interested in my progress. I've set a goal for myself to run 25 miles in the next 4 weeks. Thats 25 total miles over 4 weeks, not a 25 mile run in 4 weeks, that would be crazy :-)
In any case, feel free to make fun of me for being fat and lazy, but be sure to check my progress and give me crap if I am not meeting my goals. Afterall, if the approval of random anonymous people on the internet is not motivation for me to get out and run, I don't know what is!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
And thats why you don't make bets!
Ok, so today I have a special treat for you all... today is a twofer.
So, it all started quite some time ago when just about everyone I know started bugging me to get facebook. "It's awesome" they said. "You'll love it" they said. "It's perfect for an attention junkie like yourself" they said. But I refused. I had myspace many moons ago, and I deleted my account. This was before it was cool to delete your myspace account mind you, I deleted it because I couldn't stand it. "But facebook is different" they said. Well, you can pretty up a mustang, but in the end it's still a Ford... but now I'm getting ahead of myself.
So why is any of this important? Well, enter in culprit number two: Apple. Let me start off by saying, I love Apple. I love their products. I think Steve Jobs is an amazing CEO and one of the best corporate leaders of the 20th century and beyond. Well, Apple makes this cool little computer called a "Mac Mini". For 2 years now I have wanted one, but it was missing one key feature. So I waited. Every 4 or 5 months a new rumor would surface that Apple was going to refresh the Mac Mini, and this one feature would finally be included. So I would get my hopes up, only to have them dashed against the rocks. I advised other people not to buy one now, because a new model was just around the corner. For two years this went on. And everytime it didn't happen I died a little inside.
But then, suddenly, I had a real glimmer of hope. New Macbook and Macbook Pro models were announced. The Mac Mini uses notebook components, so the spark of excitement once again glowed brightly in my heart. The rumor sites were rife with news of a Mac Mini refresh. Wall Street analysts even chimed in. Macworld San Fransisco 2009 is where it would happen. I was beside myself. Finally! I couldn't stop talking about it. My loving wife, always one to keep me grounded, was less optimistic. "You've been saying this for two years, don't get your hopes up, it's not going to happen". But it was too late. Like Ralphie, so focused on his official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing which tells time, I could not be swayed. I was so sure that this was the time, so sure that it was finally going to happen, so sure that I would not shoot my eye out, I made a bet that I thought was easily a sure thing. "If Apple releases the new Mac Mini at Macworld, I can buy one (w00t!), but if not, then I have to sign up for facebook". Words that will live on in infamy.
I won't bore you with the details of the buildup of excitement, the trip to the Apple store I planned for Tuesday, January 6th at lunchtime to claim my prize, the panic that gripped my heart and soul as I slowly and helplessly watched my fate unfold before me with every word Phil Schiller spoke, and the shame every keystroke brought as I signed up for a facebook account... I am sure you could care less. The point is, I lost.
So I begrudgingly signed up for a facebook account. And since I am being completely honest, I actually kind of enjoyed it for the first 24 hours. "Hey, this is different than Myspace" I thought to myself. Stuff is kind of easier to find, people can't decorate their pages with the stupidest backgrounds ever that make it impossible to read anything on the page, there is no terrible, obnoxious, loud music playing that causes my browser to throw up and my sensibilities to be offended... this is kinda nifty.
But then it happened. I started getting friend requests from people I didn't even know. People I've never even heard of! I realize it is probably just because I am old and don't understand technology, but I don't get why people want to have large friend lists, full of anyone who will click "Accept Friend Request". "Oh, you're a friend of this person, who is a friend of that person, who is a friend of some other person who once fell off the monkey bars at a kindergarten I lived down the street from when I was a child... we should be 'friends'!". It makes no sense to me! And then, once you accept them, you start getting notifications about stuff their "friends" are doing... even though they're not my friends. I'm relatively certain I ended up getting status updates about Kevin Bacon somehow. I had the sensibility to click ignore on some of those requests, but you're going to penalize me for someone else's lack of click control? I just don't get it. I know there are people who can go back even further than this, but I remember the day when you used to write a real letter, with pen and paper and stamps and letter carriers and mailboxes, if you wanted to keep in touch with someone. When you used to pick up a telephone, that had wires and everything, to speak with someone far away. I remember a day when being "friends" with someone meant something more than just knowing what they were up to at that moment, and what their "friends" thought about that, because they posted it on twitter, facebook, or their blog. It is a rare thing that can be truly appreciated if you did not have to work for it. So in the end, I have facebook. But after an intense 24 hour love affair with it, I found it left me unhappy and unsatisfied. This was nothing new, it was the same old concept, with different CSS. Fortunately, actually using said account was not part of the bet, so I will live to blog another day through the grace of a loophole.
So what is the lesson we've learned here? Well, I personally have learned a few. The first is, I was right to fight it for so long... I can't stand facebook. The second would be, don't make a bet you know you're not absolutely guaranteed to win, it only ends badly. And the third is, regardless of how insignificant the penalty for losing a bet seems, never underestimate the sting of what that penalty means: "You Lost".
So, it all started quite some time ago when just about everyone I know started bugging me to get facebook. "It's awesome" they said. "You'll love it" they said. "It's perfect for an attention junkie like yourself" they said. But I refused. I had myspace many moons ago, and I deleted my account. This was before it was cool to delete your myspace account mind you, I deleted it because I couldn't stand it. "But facebook is different" they said. Well, you can pretty up a mustang, but in the end it's still a Ford... but now I'm getting ahead of myself.
So why is any of this important? Well, enter in culprit number two: Apple. Let me start off by saying, I love Apple. I love their products. I think Steve Jobs is an amazing CEO and one of the best corporate leaders of the 20th century and beyond. Well, Apple makes this cool little computer called a "Mac Mini". For 2 years now I have wanted one, but it was missing one key feature. So I waited. Every 4 or 5 months a new rumor would surface that Apple was going to refresh the Mac Mini, and this one feature would finally be included. So I would get my hopes up, only to have them dashed against the rocks. I advised other people not to buy one now, because a new model was just around the corner. For two years this went on. And everytime it didn't happen I died a little inside.
But then, suddenly, I had a real glimmer of hope. New Macbook and Macbook Pro models were announced. The Mac Mini uses notebook components, so the spark of excitement once again glowed brightly in my heart. The rumor sites were rife with news of a Mac Mini refresh. Wall Street analysts even chimed in. Macworld San Fransisco 2009 is where it would happen. I was beside myself. Finally! I couldn't stop talking about it. My loving wife, always one to keep me grounded, was less optimistic. "You've been saying this for two years, don't get your hopes up, it's not going to happen". But it was too late. Like Ralphie, so focused on his official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing which tells time, I could not be swayed. I was so sure that this was the time, so sure that it was finally going to happen, so sure that I would not shoot my eye out, I made a bet that I thought was easily a sure thing. "If Apple releases the new Mac Mini at Macworld, I can buy one (w00t!), but if not, then I have to sign up for facebook". Words that will live on in infamy.
I won't bore you with the details of the buildup of excitement, the trip to the Apple store I planned for Tuesday, January 6th at lunchtime to claim my prize, the panic that gripped my heart and soul as I slowly and helplessly watched my fate unfold before me with every word Phil Schiller spoke, and the shame every keystroke brought as I signed up for a facebook account... I am sure you could care less. The point is, I lost.
So I begrudgingly signed up for a facebook account. And since I am being completely honest, I actually kind of enjoyed it for the first 24 hours. "Hey, this is different than Myspace" I thought to myself. Stuff is kind of easier to find, people can't decorate their pages with the stupidest backgrounds ever that make it impossible to read anything on the page, there is no terrible, obnoxious, loud music playing that causes my browser to throw up and my sensibilities to be offended... this is kinda nifty.
But then it happened. I started getting friend requests from people I didn't even know. People I've never even heard of! I realize it is probably just because I am old and don't understand technology, but I don't get why people want to have large friend lists, full of anyone who will click "Accept Friend Request". "Oh, you're a friend of this person, who is a friend of that person, who is a friend of some other person who once fell off the monkey bars at a kindergarten I lived down the street from when I was a child... we should be 'friends'!". It makes no sense to me! And then, once you accept them, you start getting notifications about stuff their "friends" are doing... even though they're not my friends. I'm relatively certain I ended up getting status updates about Kevin Bacon somehow. I had the sensibility to click ignore on some of those requests, but you're going to penalize me for someone else's lack of click control? I just don't get it. I know there are people who can go back even further than this, but I remember the day when you used to write a real letter, with pen and paper and stamps and letter carriers and mailboxes, if you wanted to keep in touch with someone. When you used to pick up a telephone, that had wires and everything, to speak with someone far away. I remember a day when being "friends" with someone meant something more than just knowing what they were up to at that moment, and what their "friends" thought about that, because they posted it on twitter, facebook, or their blog. It is a rare thing that can be truly appreciated if you did not have to work for it. So in the end, I have facebook. But after an intense 24 hour love affair with it, I found it left me unhappy and unsatisfied. This was nothing new, it was the same old concept, with different CSS. Fortunately, actually using said account was not part of the bet, so I will live to blog another day through the grace of a loophole.
So what is the lesson we've learned here? Well, I personally have learned a few. The first is, I was right to fight it for so long... I can't stand facebook. The second would be, don't make a bet you know you're not absolutely guaranteed to win, it only ends badly. And the third is, regardless of how insignificant the penalty for losing a bet seems, never underestimate the sting of what that penalty means: "You Lost".
Thursday, December 18, 2008
All I want for Christmas...
First of all, I'm sorry I've been MIA for nearly 3 months. I assure you that doesn't mean everything has been all peachy and jelly doughnuts, but moreso because with a new baby and all, I don't have a lot of time to type my rants more than the 4 times I type them to various people I complain to. But, that aside, it's Christmas time now, and in the spirit of the season, I thought for Christmas this year I would ask for something that doesn't cost any money. This year, I would like for people to commit to answering the question I asked. I really appreciate the attempt to give context, additional information, and general ideas about life, the universe and everything in it, so long as somewhere in those ramblings is the answer to the question I asked.
This becomes especially important in my line of work, which often requires me to troubleshoot technology issues. There seems to be a common misconception that a computer is some magic box where you press some buttons, some crazy voodoo happens, and stuff comes out the other end. Because of this, many people don't apply any logic whatsoever when the computer is not doing what they think it should be.I can state factually that the computer does exactly what it is told. It follows all the laws of physics, and does not involve magic or legerdemain of any kind. As a for instance: if the printer is not working, one should check that it is connected to the computer. This same logic applies for keyboards, mice, monitors, cell phones, iPods, webcams, hard drives... in fact most peripherals one might want to attach to a computer.
Of course, like with anything there are different realms of specialized logic that help in speeding up the resolution process. Seeing that I have a $100k piece of paper that claims I am trained and certified in this manner of thinking, I am completely happy and willing to help when it is required. All I ask in return is that when I ask if anything may have happened... Just tell me. Novel idea I know. But it saves everyone time, effort, and frustration. I am not asking because I want to blame someone for the problem and laugh at them about it, I am asking because I need to know what happened before I can fix it. I like to think I'm a reasonable person. I get that sometimes someone did something and they didn't realize they did it, or there are times when someone legitimately did not do anything, but that's not what we're talking about here. Basically, there are two possible outcomes: 1) I find out what happened and fix the problem. The sooner I find out, the sooner I can fix it and we can both go back to living our lives, making pertinent information worth it's weight in gold. Or 2) I don't figure out what happened, and the problem doesn't get fixed. The point is, there is a direct correlation between learning what happened and fixing it.
So please, please, please... while I do love to hear myself talk, when I ask a question about the problem we are trying to solve, there is a reason for my question. Give me background, give me conjecture, give me the story about how your grandmother loves her cat and thinks it's pretty and likes it when the cat licks her fingers because the cat's rough tongue feels funny on her fingertips and reminds her of how your grandfather used to lick her fingers back in the day when the jitterbug was all the rage and you could buy a coke for a nickel and HEY YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!... but for the love of Jeff, somewhere in there give me the answer. It will make Christmas that much more merry for everyone.
This becomes especially important in my line of work, which often requires me to troubleshoot technology issues. There seems to be a common misconception that a computer is some magic box where you press some buttons, some crazy voodoo happens, and stuff comes out the other end. Because of this, many people don't apply any logic whatsoever when the computer is not doing what they think it should be.I can state factually that the computer does exactly what it is told. It follows all the laws of physics, and does not involve magic or legerdemain of any kind. As a for instance: if the printer is not working, one should check that it is connected to the computer. This same logic applies for keyboards, mice, monitors, cell phones, iPods, webcams, hard drives... in fact most peripherals one might want to attach to a computer.
Of course, like with anything there are different realms of specialized logic that help in speeding up the resolution process. Seeing that I have a $100k piece of paper that claims I am trained and certified in this manner of thinking, I am completely happy and willing to help when it is required. All I ask in return is that when I ask if anything may have happened... Just tell me. Novel idea I know. But it saves everyone time, effort, and frustration. I am not asking because I want to blame someone for the problem and laugh at them about it, I am asking because I need to know what happened before I can fix it. I like to think I'm a reasonable person. I get that sometimes someone did something and they didn't realize they did it, or there are times when someone legitimately did not do anything, but that's not what we're talking about here. Basically, there are two possible outcomes: 1) I find out what happened and fix the problem. The sooner I find out, the sooner I can fix it and we can both go back to living our lives, making pertinent information worth it's weight in gold. Or 2) I don't figure out what happened, and the problem doesn't get fixed. The point is, there is a direct correlation between learning what happened and fixing it.
So please, please, please... while I do love to hear myself talk, when I ask a question about the problem we are trying to solve, there is a reason for my question. Give me background, give me conjecture, give me the story about how your grandmother loves her cat and thinks it's pretty and likes it when the cat licks her fingers because the cat's rough tongue feels funny on her fingertips and reminds her of how your grandfather used to lick her fingers back in the day when the jitterbug was all the rage and you could buy a coke for a nickel and HEY YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!... but for the love of Jeff, somewhere in there give me the answer. It will make Christmas that much more merry for everyone.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Freaking Vista!
Ok, so for those of you who know me, I love my Mac. I am running a 5 year old Powerbook G4 on the most advanced OS available today, Mac OS X 10.5.5, and not only does it run, but it runs well. Try that with your windows machine... but now I'm getting ahead of myself.
It all started a few days ago, when we finally decided that enough people at my company were running Vista, that I should also be running it, in order to be able to more effecetively support them. The first debacle happened when I tried to decide *which* "edition" of Vista I needed. There are so many! Do I need home basic? Probably not, as I need multiple monitor support. How about Home Premium? That supports multiple monitors... but wait, it doesn't have remote desktop support... which I need for... supporting remote desktops. What about business edition? That should have everything I need. Afterall, this is for a business. From looking at the specs, I think this would have met my needs, but since I have already spent an hour (for those keeping track at home, don't forget to add the cost of my time to the overall cost of this project), I decided to say screw it, and just get ultimate. It's 20$ more, and I figured "Hey, this is Microsoft... Better to be safe than sorry". So I shell out 319+$ for a retail copy of Windows Vista Ultimate.
I won't bore you with the details of the 4+ hours I spent getting it installed, let me just say this: I am pretty sure the algorithm for windows update is a 5 line basic program that goes like this:
10 Run check for updates
20 New updates available
30 Install new updates
40 Reboot
50 goto 20
I crap you not, after getting the OS installed, the thing must have updated, rebooted, and updated again 15 times. What the heck? It seems entirely likely that it "updated" to patches that were already obsolete, and then proceeded to update them again. It makes me crazy! On my Mac, I install one patch cluster and I'm good to go. But again, I digress... so now, *finally*, I have my machine installed, updated, and "running".
So I open the control panel so that I can fiddle with the settings. The entire screen dims, and I am greeted with a warning that says "Are you sure you want to run 'controlpanel.exe'?". Of course I'm sure, thats why I clicked on "Control Panel"! So I click continue. The control panel opens. I go to "Programs" so that I can uninstall any crapware that got installed by default. The entire screen dims, and I am greeted with a warning that says "Are you sure you want to run 'uninstallprograms.exe'". Kwyjibo! Yes I want to run it, that is why I fraking clicked it! So I click 'continue'. "Windows Movie Maker... I don't need that" I think to myself. So I click it, and select "Uninstall". The entire screen dims, and I am greeted with a warning that says... you get the idea. At this point I'd had enough. First order of business, disable UAC. I had to click continue no less than 5 times in order to disable UAC. Then I had to go in and tell windows to stop telling me it was disabled. I know it is disabled. I disabled it, remember?
I could go on and on about how terrible this is, but I'll just leave it at this. Programs that used to work in XP no longer work. Hardware that worked in XP no longer works. I have 4GB of RAM... it saw it as 3.5 (as I am not running a 64 bit OS), but after installing SP1, it magically sees all 4GB. It can't use it, but it doesn't want to confuse me so it fibs to me, telling me how much I have installed instead of how much it can actually address. I can't help but feel like the coding hours that were spent "fixing" that "bug" in Sp1 wouldn't have been better spent, oh, I dunno, doing just about a bajillion other things that would actually make the experience better?! But that's not going to push hardware sales is it? Gotta make sure that Joe Consumer thinks that his shiney new Vista computer is using that 4GB of RAM he paid for, and that the tech from Dell didn't steal his extra 512 megs. But again... I digress.
So, moving along... after using Mac OSX 10.5.5 at home, coming into XP at work was already a bummer. But now that I've installed Vista, I'm pretty much on suicide watch my entire drive into work. Just the thought of having to boot up Vista when I get here makes me start looking at telephone poles and wondering "I wonder how fast I would need to slam into that to die instantly". Or heck, I'd even be OK with bleeding out slowly and painfully, so long as I died and didn't have to use Vista anymore. The instructions in my will actually say DNR now, even though I am only 30 years old, and have a one month old daughter. Microsoft's latest attempt at an operating system has all but driven me to suicide, and yet if I were to have them killed, I'd be the one to go to jail. Thats democracy for ya.
So do yourself a favor. Get a Mac. Macs save lives. Knowing that I have my beautiful Powerbook to come home to keeps me from veering into those telephone poles. You no longer have to suffer from OS induced depression! Free yourself from the shackles of oppression! We didn't land on Windows Rock, Windows Rock landed on us! To quote a popular Internet saying "In a world without walls and fences - who needs Windows and Gates?" My Mac saved me, and it can save you.
It all started a few days ago, when we finally decided that enough people at my company were running Vista, that I should also be running it, in order to be able to more effecetively support them. The first debacle happened when I tried to decide *which* "edition" of Vista I needed. There are so many! Do I need home basic? Probably not, as I need multiple monitor support. How about Home Premium? That supports multiple monitors... but wait, it doesn't have remote desktop support... which I need for... supporting remote desktops. What about business edition? That should have everything I need. Afterall, this is for a business. From looking at the specs, I think this would have met my needs, but since I have already spent an hour (for those keeping track at home, don't forget to add the cost of my time to the overall cost of this project), I decided to say screw it, and just get ultimate. It's 20$ more, and I figured "Hey, this is Microsoft... Better to be safe than sorry". So I shell out 319+$ for a retail copy of Windows Vista Ultimate.
I won't bore you with the details of the 4+ hours I spent getting it installed, let me just say this: I am pretty sure the algorithm for windows update is a 5 line basic program that goes like this:
10 Run check for updates
20 New updates available
30 Install new updates
40 Reboot
50 goto 20
I crap you not, after getting the OS installed, the thing must have updated, rebooted, and updated again 15 times. What the heck? It seems entirely likely that it "updated" to patches that were already obsolete, and then proceeded to update them again. It makes me crazy! On my Mac, I install one patch cluster and I'm good to go. But again, I digress... so now, *finally*, I have my machine installed, updated, and "running".
So I open the control panel so that I can fiddle with the settings. The entire screen dims, and I am greeted with a warning that says "Are you sure you want to run 'controlpanel.exe'?". Of course I'm sure, thats why I clicked on "Control Panel"! So I click continue. The control panel opens. I go to "Programs" so that I can uninstall any crapware that got installed by default. The entire screen dims, and I am greeted with a warning that says "Are you sure you want to run 'uninstallprograms.exe'". Kwyjibo! Yes I want to run it, that is why I fraking clicked it! So I click 'continue'. "Windows Movie Maker... I don't need that" I think to myself. So I click it, and select "Uninstall". The entire screen dims, and I am greeted with a warning that says... you get the idea. At this point I'd had enough. First order of business, disable UAC. I had to click continue no less than 5 times in order to disable UAC. Then I had to go in and tell windows to stop telling me it was disabled. I know it is disabled. I disabled it, remember?
I could go on and on about how terrible this is, but I'll just leave it at this. Programs that used to work in XP no longer work. Hardware that worked in XP no longer works. I have 4GB of RAM... it saw it as 3.5 (as I am not running a 64 bit OS), but after installing SP1, it magically sees all 4GB. It can't use it, but it doesn't want to confuse me so it fibs to me, telling me how much I have installed instead of how much it can actually address. I can't help but feel like the coding hours that were spent "fixing" that "bug" in Sp1 wouldn't have been better spent, oh, I dunno, doing just about a bajillion other things that would actually make the experience better?! But that's not going to push hardware sales is it? Gotta make sure that Joe Consumer thinks that his shiney new Vista computer is using that 4GB of RAM he paid for, and that the tech from Dell didn't steal his extra 512 megs. But again... I digress.
So, moving along... after using Mac OSX 10.5.5 at home, coming into XP at work was already a bummer. But now that I've installed Vista, I'm pretty much on suicide watch my entire drive into work. Just the thought of having to boot up Vista when I get here makes me start looking at telephone poles and wondering "I wonder how fast I would need to slam into that to die instantly". Or heck, I'd even be OK with bleeding out slowly and painfully, so long as I died and didn't have to use Vista anymore. The instructions in my will actually say DNR now, even though I am only 30 years old, and have a one month old daughter. Microsoft's latest attempt at an operating system has all but driven me to suicide, and yet if I were to have them killed, I'd be the one to go to jail. Thats democracy for ya.
So do yourself a favor. Get a Mac. Macs save lives. Knowing that I have my beautiful Powerbook to come home to keeps me from veering into those telephone poles. You no longer have to suffer from OS induced depression! Free yourself from the shackles of oppression! We didn't land on Windows Rock, Windows Rock landed on us! To quote a popular Internet saying "In a world without walls and fences - who needs Windows and Gates?" My Mac saved me, and it can save you.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Freaking Sister!
Well. I was waiting for the right time to make this information public. But since my sister outed me on her blog, I felt I needed to come clean before everyone got the wrong idea.
So here goes. I... like Hanson. There I said it. Not their old mmbop stuff, but since they cut their hair, went through puberty, got married and had all kinds of kids, their music is actually really really good. You should give it a listen, its totally hip and with it. I even went to a Hanson concert about a year ago, and I'm not ashamed to say, I had a good time.
I'm sure some people are going to tell me that it's not OK or "whatever I need to tell myself so I can sleep at night", but gnuts to them, I am in the closet no longer!
Wow, that was really freeing. Thanks Sister.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Freaking Time!
That's right, I'm upset at time. It's kind of like money, in fact, some people would argue that it *is* money, while others would argue that it is not, but that's another topic for another day. For the purpose of this illustration, time is like money in that there is enough in the world for everyone to have what they need, yet somehow we never seem to have enough. There is always someone hoarding way more than they could possibly need or even use, causing all sorts of problems for everyone else.
Perhaps this will change if I were to one day get that time machine I keep asking Santa for, but so far he has been stingy... or I have been naughty... one of the two. So in the meantime, I will resort to complaining about it, knowing it won't make anything actually better, it will just make me feel better.
So the other day, I was thinking about how I never seem to have enough time, and I heard the Ice Cream Man drive by. This got me wondering: "What the heck does the Ice Cream Man do with his time?". Surely he is not Ice Cream Manning all day. Does he have another job, and only twilight's as an Ice Cream Man? That got me pondering other aspects of the Ice Cream Man as well. Like, how do Ice Cream Men decide jurisdictions? Is there some sort of Ice Cream Man Cartel that divides up the areas? What are the consequences for violating the family's rules? Is there an unruly gang of people walking around with hairdryers, ready to melt your stock and leave your hair with that "just woke up" look? "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... It's a message from don Rocky Road... don't ever go against the family. Also, you should consider an oil treatment for those split ends." Or maybe he spends his spare time worrying about the effect of the rising cost of gas on his business? Those trucks get a gallon per mile at best. Is the dream of a 50c rocket pop just another casualty of the ongoing fuel crisis? Will my daughter have to choose between chasing the Ice Cream Man down the street or going to college? Are rhetorical questions still all the rage? If Al Gore *cough*money grubbing personal agenda pusher*cough* is to be believed global warming will soon make the Ice Cream Man as much of a necessity as the doctor and cable television. Can you imagine what it will be like when it is 173 degrees outside, and the Ice Cream Man is nowhere to be found?
But who knows... this could all be a bunch of malarkey. In the end, the only thing that is mostly certain is death, which ironically, still will not stop time. Time will march on without us without a care in the world. Time does not worry about the impending global warming crisis, the failing economy, or the Ice Cream Man because because it is the root of carefree ignorance through forgetting. Always hording itself for itself, not leaving enough for the rest of us. And for that I hate it.
Perhaps this will change if I were to one day get that time machine I keep asking Santa for, but so far he has been stingy... or I have been naughty... one of the two. So in the meantime, I will resort to complaining about it, knowing it won't make anything actually better, it will just make me feel better.
So the other day, I was thinking about how I never seem to have enough time, and I heard the Ice Cream Man drive by. This got me wondering: "What the heck does the Ice Cream Man do with his time?". Surely he is not Ice Cream Manning all day. Does he have another job, and only twilight's as an Ice Cream Man? That got me pondering other aspects of the Ice Cream Man as well. Like, how do Ice Cream Men decide jurisdictions? Is there some sort of Ice Cream Man Cartel that divides up the areas? What are the consequences for violating the family's rules? Is there an unruly gang of people walking around with hairdryers, ready to melt your stock and leave your hair with that "just woke up" look? "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... It's a message from don Rocky Road... don't ever go against the family. Also, you should consider an oil treatment for those split ends." Or maybe he spends his spare time worrying about the effect of the rising cost of gas on his business? Those trucks get a gallon per mile at best. Is the dream of a 50c rocket pop just another casualty of the ongoing fuel crisis? Will my daughter have to choose between chasing the Ice Cream Man down the street or going to college? Are rhetorical questions still all the rage? If Al Gore *cough*money grubbing personal agenda pusher*cough* is to be believed global warming will soon make the Ice Cream Man as much of a necessity as the doctor and cable television. Can you imagine what it will be like when it is 173 degrees outside, and the Ice Cream Man is nowhere to be found?
But who knows... this could all be a bunch of malarkey. In the end, the only thing that is mostly certain is death, which ironically, still will not stop time. Time will march on without us without a care in the world. Time does not worry about the impending global warming crisis, the failing economy, or the Ice Cream Man because because it is the root of carefree ignorance through forgetting. Always hording itself for itself, not leaving enough for the rest of us. And for that I hate it.
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