Friday, November 30, 2007
It was one damn nightmare to port my old system up on the new one.
Basically, a week of sitting in a dark room and cursing to myself a lot.
Ok folks, we here at Slydesblog would like to apologize for the week-long brownout. Our new system seems to FINALLY be up and running, and I've got the blog all safely tucked away on the new system, so hopefully I can give ya'll something of a little more substance again.
P.S. So far, I have to say that I think all the bad press about Vista has been unfounded. The only real casualty seems to have been my printer, but it was over 5 years old, and I haven't completely given it up on it anyway.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
I have been showing the best little web-show currently in cyberspace, We Need Girlfriends, to basically anyone willing to listen, for the better part of a year now.
And now I'd like to take full responsibility for what has transpired.
My 3 favorite roommates from Queens have gotten a development deal to Bring the show to CBS next Fall, if you can believe that shit!
Cooler still, the show is being produced by Darren Star, of Sex and The City Fame. Apparently Mr. Star has a thing for single people in NYC looking for love.
Anyway, below is the official vlog about it from WNG's writing team. It's actually not too funny, but since I sat thru it, now you do too.
I will be crossing my fingers that this show actually gets picked up, and that it doesn't suck balls....
I will be attempting the massive undertaking of upgrading my PC to Windows Vista Ultimate (the 64 bit version for you techno-geeks) this week, so don't expect too much from me in the way of blogging this week, as I am sure to be pulling my hair out and cursing like a sailor throughout.
Wish me luck.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I had to go to my son’s school last night, to pick up some boxes of crap that he sold through one of the school’s fundraisers, and while I was there I thought it would be fun to take a walk by his classroom, since they usually have a lot of pictures of the kids posted on the walls.
So when I get to the room, I notice that they have tacked up around the door, big crayon drawings of “Things we are Thankful for”.
Each kid wrote a quick sentence about what they are thankful for, along with a picture.
So I start scanning for where my son’s might be….
“I’m thankful for my sister…” . Nope, not that one…
“I’m thankful for my pony…” Not that one either, but damn I think I want to be THAT damn kid….
“I’m thankful for the leaves in Fall..”, Strike three. Who the hell is THIS kid? Ralph Waldo Emerson?
Finally, I found it, at the end of the line.
(If I had been smart enough to take a snapshot of the picture with my cell phone, this would have been a good spot to show it to you all, but I honestly got all veklempt and didn’t even think to do it…)
But there it was……..
“I am thankful for my daddy”.
Then he drew a picture of two people sitting on a couch playing a Wii.
Just when I think I have seen it all, this kid can puncture my heart with a twinkle of his eyes…
I came home that night and gave the little guy the biggest of hugs.
Like I said, I think this weekend we need to take another trip to Toys R Us……
The little dude knows EXACTLY how to wrap me around his little finger…
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Well, he got a ton of presents. I mean a fucking TON. He's been in little-boy bliss ever since, ripping open one box of crap, playing with it for an hour, then chucking it aside to rip right into another.
Anyway, one of the toys he got were Spiderman/Green Goblin walkie talkies. They are basically 1 foot dolls, that when you speak into their chests they double as a walkie talkie.
So, I walk downstairs for breakfast this morning, and what do I spy with my little eye on the kitchen table?
Did the kid HAVE to lay them out like that?
I stared at them for few minutes, transfixed by the dolls positioning.
Is there a way you can POSSIBLY look at that and tell me that it doesn't look like the Goblin is giving a right buggering to our friendly (apparently too friendly) neighborhood Spiderman?
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
But, never one to not take a chance to beat a dead horse, and much to my wife's embarrassment, here is how I spent the next 10 minutes, all the while cackling like a loon....
I'd like to think that Spidey would be manly enough to be the top in the relationship.
If I admit that I spent 5 minutes trying to position them to get the angle "right" before taking this picture, does that make me gay?
The artistic side of me particularly likes the way Spiderman's outstretched fist shows his masculine virility, while he pounds away at the Green Goblin atop a not-so-manly box of Ritz Bits.
Is it wrong of me to do things like this with my child's toys? Because right now, I'm seeing a differing set of opinions.
I see it as funny as Hell.
My wife thinks I'm an asshole.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
1) My father was visiting last week, and kinda threw my normal schedule into a general state of higgely-piggly.
2) We had some family engagements, including my son's 5th birthday party.
3) I'm lazy.
Now, I'm not going to give you any clues, but It's a safe bet that one of those 3 reasons above has more to do with me not posting than the other 2, but I'll let you decide.
Anyway, all of the above gave me some ideas for stuff I'll write about this week, but in the meantime, here's a pic of the ol' chip of the block sleeping last night.
I especially like the way, even though he fell asleep with his favorite fluffy teddy bear wrapped around him, he still somehow managed to roll his sleeves up like he was a tough guy. I almost expected to find a pack of candy cigarettes rolled up in there.
Anyway, sorry I've been goofing off. I'll try not to let it happen again. (Happy now, Kat?)
Thursday, November 01, 2007
So, I took him to the Halloween store, and let him pick out whatever he wanted. He ended up grabbing the robe the killer wears in "Scream", but he didn't want the matching mask. Instead, he asked if I could buy paint to make him look like a demon.
A demon? Where did he get THAT from? Maybe he's been peeking in my DVD collection.
At any rate, because he was a demon, and he was wearing a Scream costume, somehow he decided to tell everyone he met yesterday that he was a "screaming demon".
Anyway, here's the little screaming demon in all his demon-ness (along with his all-chick posse....)
And here he is with Brad Pitt. How did THIS picture get in there?
Oh yeah, it's me. My mistake..
I think that this picture is particularly awesome, because any first year art student will tell you that the dual imagery between my son's spookiness and my general hotness creates a compelling masterpiece.