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You know you are in the wrong mall when…

  1. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE (including he pretzel girl in the kiosk in the middle of the mall) is better looking and better dressed than you.
  2. There are three types of parking: Valet, $8/hr, and free. But the free parking is across the street, dingy, and littered with druggy looking paraphernalia.
  3. The “show cars” in the middle of the mall are Maseratis, and they are on display outside the Cartier store. (see below)
  4. Oh, and just in case you were wondering, the sticker price on that car is $147,900… :O

Amusing Spam Subject…

I guess spammers are learning that I don’t want Viagra or a Rolex, and so they are adjusting tactics accordingly. Gmail is still smart enough to tag it as spam, but occasionally I still check my spam folder to see if anything important is in there. Today I saw this:

The spammer didn’t get me to click the link, but he did give me a moment’s amusement thinking of people getting flung to work!

Spelling Bee Blooper

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

Ok I may be the last person on the internet to catch the buzz for Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, but I have caught it, and it’s super awesomular. It stars Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion and it was written as a lark during the writer’s strike. Oh, and it’s a musical. That’s right, a musical. :)

Anyway, if you haven’t seen it yet, enjoy!

Rant of the Day…

My distaste for Voice Mail is widely known among my friends… I don’t like to get ‘em, I don’t like to leave ‘em. I prefer to distill my thoughts down to 160 characters or less of TXTy goodness, and I prefer to receive the same. I hate listening to long winded sales people leaving me all the blah blah before GETTING TO THE POINT and leaving me a phone number. I hate it when people leave me “OMG! I have some huge important thing/need/question/news to talk to you about, call me back” messages.

These things most of you know about me already.

Oh, and I hate HATE “para espanol, marque dos” automated prompts when I call places too, in the ever increasingly futile attempt to contact a human at customer service.

But I have a new annoyance, and I’m sharing in the hopes that if enough people start noticing how dumb it is, it will go away.

The annoyance, in a nutshell is the personalized voicemail greeting which is followed by automated-voice-lady instructions on HOW TO LEAVE A VOICEMAIL! Um, hello? Anyone who hasn’t encountered the “beep” and knows what to do after it doesn’t really need instruction, they need a time machine in which to ride back from 1975 to the present…

You know the message, it goes something like this… “Hi, this is Turd Ferguson. I can’t take your call right now but if you’ll leave me a message after the beep, I’ll get back to you” (now comes the automated lady) “To leave this person a message, you may begin speaking after the tone. To page this person, press 5, blah blah blah…. BEEP!”

It’s annoying enough that the person I wanted to talk to can’t come to the phone, and then that I have to listen to their (sometimes painfully witty) greeting, THEN I have to be told how to leave a message? I mean, why stop there? Why not tell me how to modulate my vocal chords and move my tongue such as to make speech? Why not inform me of my other options, such as hanging up the phone, whistling dixie, or poking myself in the eye with a sharp stick?

Bottom line, this wastes my time, and is redundant, and it wastes my time. (ha ha)

If this annoys you, too, please let me know after the beep… :)

I quit, for realz this time.

Ok, so it’s taken me a little more than a week to get round to posting and filling you folks in on what I meant by my cryptic post from a few days ago. The delay was for two reasons: 1) I’m lazy that way, out of practice blogging and 2) I wanted it (my news) to stick.

I’m happy to report that it has. I quit smoking 13 days ago, and I’m pretty much certain I’m done with it for good this time.

Those of you who know me very well know I’ve been a closet smoker for years. Like most smokers, my habit would wax and wane depending on stress, or social situations, or health scares, or times of no money, you name it. I had a million reasons I would smoke, and a million reasons I would quit for months on end.

Many of you probably had no idea I smoked because I primarily did it at home, late at night, when the rest of the family had gone to bed, in my “quiet time” where I unwound. The social stigma of public smoking, and the relatively few places it’s OK to smoke in public meant I just smoked in solitude most of the time. Sure, I’d smoke when out drinking, or when hanging out with smoking friends or family, but at work, at meals, when out socially with non smokers, I just didn’t.

Before 13 days ago, I was smoking about 10-11 a day, primarily between 9pm and bedtime at 1-2am. But that was then — this is now.

Let me tell you the story of why I stopped, and how, and hopefully encourage you that you can do the same thing. Because you can. It’s ridiculously easy to quit via the method I used.

Since I broke my collarbone about a year ago, I have put on about 15 pounds, due to the simple math that I have reduced my activity levels (I was dancing most every day) and I have not reduced my caloric intake. Duh. That will put weight on you. As I’ve been wanting to get rid of those pounds, I’ve been paying close attention to what I eat, and when.

I noticed that late at night, after I came inside from a smoke, I usually grabbed something to eat, mostly to get that cigarette taste out of my mouth. Taking several smoke breaks at night, I’d have several “snacks” and pack in hundreds of calories late at night. Not healthy. Not good for the waist line either. Anyway, knowing that most people gain weight when they try to quit, I noted this epiphany about my late night snacking, but didn’t have pressing plans to quit, just to be “aware” of my little problem.

A few days later I was in Barnes & Noble browsing aimlessly, winding up in the self help section, and my eyes were drawn to Allen Carr’sThe Easy Way to Stop Smoking.” I thumbed through it for a few minutes and decided I had nothing but $20 to lose, so I bought the book.

Amazing. A-MAZE-ING. I could randomly rant about how smart this book is and how well this method works, and I have actually done so to some of my friends, but let me just boil it down to the basics for you.

At the very beginning of the book, heck, even on the jacket, he implores you to continue smoking as you normally would as you read the book. Whether you read it in a couple hours, days, or months, he insists that you smoke as you normally would while you are reading it. Anecdotally, he says some people take months to read it just because they secretly don’t want to quit. That may be true, but for me, I took his advice on the first night. Walked out into my garage and had a couple smokes while I read. Actually, I think I had three. Anyway, came inside, kept reading. I made it about half way thru the book that night, and went to bed.

The next day I read some more, but as I said earlier, I usually don’t smoke during the day anyway, so that wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t till the next night when my “smoking time” came that I realized that I didn’t want to smoke. And I haven’t since.

I have had just the mildest nicotine craving once or twice, but nothing to speak of. More than anything, when a craving came on, I said “huh, that’s the little monster he was talking about,” (you have to read the book to understand that) noted it as a sign of my progress, and moved on.

From Wikipedia:

Carr teaches that, contrary to their perception, smokers do not receive a boost from smoking a cigarette: smoking only relieves the withdrawal symptoms from the previous cigarette, which in turn creates more withdrawal symptoms once it is finished. In this way the drug addiction perpetuates itself. He asserted that the “relief” smokers feel on lighting a cigarette, the feeling of being “back to normal”, is the feeling experienced by non-smokers all the time. So that smokers, when they light a cigarette are really trying to achieve a state that non-smokers enjoy their whole lives. He further asserted that withdrawal symptoms are actually created by doubt and fear in the mind of the ex-smoker, and therefore that stopping smoking is not as traumatic as is commonly assumed, if that doubt and fear can be removed.

He gives many examples to back this theory, and shows the smoker how their thinking on cigarettes is fundamentally flawed, and damn if he isn’t dead on.

For example, ask any smoker, and they will tell you that smoking relieves stress, that it is their little “time away” stress reliever among other things. Consider this though: all smokers will also tell you about their “favorite cigarette” of the day. For some it is the first of the day, or on their break at work, or after a good meal, or after sex, or when having a drink with friends. Those are not STRESSFUL EVENTS! All those times with your “favorite cig” are indeed not stressful times at all. The cig has nothing to to with easing stress, it’s just easing the stress of your need for nicotine, and that temporary relief is already waning before you finish smoking… It’s just fallacy after fallacy that he tears down in the book.

I would never have thought after just reading a book I would have my mind (and body) so radically changed on the subject of smoking, which I thought I enjoyed (in private) for probably many of the last 20 years. But I am changed.

I am not suggesting this book is for everyone, or that everyone would find it as easy as I did to quit, but I am telling you, it would be damn near impossible to read this book and not change your outlook on smoking. Carr talks about the “hardened smokers” who say they don’t want to quit, they they enjoy smoking, damn the health implications. He makes the point that all smokers, when pressed, and being truthful, say they wish they had never started, and no smoker wants to see his kids smoke. Good and valid points. So why keep smoking? Out of fear that it will be too hard to quit. Well, it doesn’t have to be.

Anyway, so there’s my news. I don’t smoke any more, nor do I have any desire to. If you know anyone who’s even THINKING about quitting, or is receptive to the idea, give them this book. If they read it, they will quit. Tens of millions have, myself included.

I would be happy to loan any of you my copy of the book if you want to quit. Just holla.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and I would say wish me luck, but I really don’t feel like I need the luck. Just wish me health! That I’m looking forward to! :)

Ha!

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Toe Jam! (Kinda NSFW?)

This is brilliant music, video, and editing! Can’t wait to buy the album when it’s out!

Funny…

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Guacamole Ukulele Song

You know you wish you were this creative… :)

Sadly, I have been this guy…

Snicker…

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Will it blend — Lightsticks?

Yeah, so it was a slow night around the Technodaddy household, and while we mixed margaritas and whatnot, we decided to decide just how powerful our Blentec blender was. Turns out it has extreme blendy powers. Check out the video, yo…

Cute Overload

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Can I get a napkin please?

Thanks to Harry for this… Totally worth the watch and the rebroadcast. I think I missed my calling. I should have been a mall musical theatre artist.

The Bathroom Is A Quiet Place

This week I was in St. Louis on business, and on Thursday, I flew thru Atlanta, as is almost always the case when I travel. The old joke about dying in the South and connecting in Atlanta before your trip to Heaven or Hell is sadly all too true. But I digress.

During my layover I had a little time to kill, so I had a beer and chatted up some folks at the pub in the concourse. On the way to the plane I had to make a pit stop, so I chose a stall and locked myself in.

I had been there for just a brief bit when some jackass in the stall beside me starts talking on his cell phone. And I don’t mean a little quiet, reserved, embarrassed “I’m in the toilet, let me call you back” conversation. I mean a full out conversation like he was on his back porch with a beer in hand talking to an old friend who had just come back from the war. Big buddies, they were, and he was talking energetically. IN. THE. BATHROOM! With washing and flushing and, well, other things going on the whole time.

I understand the cell phone is ubiquitous these days and you can never afford to be very far away from your work or contacts or friends, but DAMN, dude! Take a shit in private will ya??? Or at the least, let me!

So, as I sat there alternately annoyed and amused by this new boorish friend of mine (who, by the way, had met a hot girl in Boston on his business trip who was, to quote his words, “Bangin”) I was pondering how to shut the guy up and make the point that the bathroom is a quiet place without getting in a full on confrontation with my pants down…

So I just started talking loudly too. I reacted to his conversation like *I* was the person on the other end of the phone. REALLY? She was HOT dude? Sweet! Did you get her number? Then what? I conversed with him loudly and breathlessly for a few moments until….

Wait for it…

He said (to his actual phone buddy) “Let me call you back dude, some idiot in the stall next to me is talking on his phone so loud I can’t hear you.”

And then there was silence. Sweet, blessed silence. :)

I win. Yay me.

(flush)

Cadbury Tales…

I’ve been on land and I’ve been at sea. I prefer the sea.

Our Gang @ Dinner

Well, sports fans, I went on the second cruise of my life last week, and let me tell ya, it was a great time! I went to the western caribbean on the Carnival Holiday with a bunch of ballroom dancers. The cruise was set up by Curt and Wendy Johnson and I was their guest as a “Dance Host.” That’s right, boys and girls, it was my JOB to dance with the ladies. They had to twist my arm REALLY hard to make me do that. REALLY. HARD. Seriously.

There were 2-3 hours of dance lessons every day, and dances in the evening, in addition to the bevy of activities to choose from on and off the ship. I got to drive a dune buggy through the jungle to a secluded beach where I then snorkled in the deep blue water. Magnificent. Did some sunning, some sight seeing, and some shopping in Cozumel and in Calica. Got offered a ton of marijuana… Wow, I wasn’t prepared for that. Every street vendor would ask if I wanted to buy Cuban cigars. When I said no thanks, they would say “something stronger?” and then name off some esoteric names of weed. If I said no to that, they generally offered me the company of “Chicas.” Figure that one out yourself… :) If I were a pot smoker I’m sure I could have remained baked the entire shore excursion.

All in all, I have to say, I had a fantastic time. While the Holiday isn’t one of the monster ships that the cruise fleet has these days, it is by no means a small ship. There was plenty to do, and our cabin was comfy, and the food and entertainment was awesome. Oh, all my pics are HERE if you care to have a look.

Curt and Wendy said they were pleased with my services, and they have already said they’d love to have me come back for the next cruise, late in the Fall, or maybe this time next year. You can bet I’ll jump on that! Anyone else coming with me this time??? You know you want to…

In which I am an apparent zombie.

I was hanging out on Seesmic the other night (btw if you are not on it, you really should request an invite, it’s fun and intellitgent and it will make you happier, healthier, and more attractive to the opposite sex, really…) and made a silly little video demonstrating my superior peeling skillz. You can see it here if you so desire.

Anyway, one of my Seesmic pals, Richard, compared me to Mitch Hedberg, a comic I had never heard of, so of course, I had to look him up on the google machine.

Here’s what Richard said:

And here’s a video of the very funny Mitch:

And here’s my reply to Richard:

The bottom line? I really do sound a lot like a very funny dead guy. Huh.

Superior Peeling Skillz…

Deal with it, yo…

AT&T wishes it could buy this kind of brand awareness…

Yeah, so one of my daughter’s friends (who shall remain nameless to protect her sanity) is completely obsessed with the mythical land of “Chilondoscow” she saw on an AT&T billboard. This one to be exact.
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20 things I wish I had known when starting out in life.

I just ran across this post over at ZenHabits and I thought it was well worth sharing. This is the “digest” version of the list (no details) but you should really view the post in full. Now, I have certainly yet to internalize all these pieces of advice, but I agree with all of them in principle if not in action. Have a look… See what you think… Maybe I’ll do a followup post as to where I stand on these.

  1. How to control impulse spending.
  2. You gotta stay active.
  3. How to plan finances.
  4. Junk food will come back to bite you in the butt.
  5. Smoking is just dumb.
  6. Fund your retirement, son. And don’t withdraw it.
  7. All the stuff you’re doing that seems hard — it will be of use.
  8. Don’t buy that used van without checking it out closely.
  9. That guy you’re going to sell your car to? On a gentleman’s agreement? He’s not gonna pay you.
  10. Make time to pursue your passion, no matter how busy you are.
  11. All that stuff that’s stressing you out — it won’t matter in 5 years, let alone 15.
  12. The people you make friends with are so much more important than your job or the things you buy.
  13. All that time you spend watching TV is a huge, huge waste of time.
  14. Your kids are going to grow up way faster than you think. Don’t waste a minute.
  15. Forget the drama. Focus on being happy.
  16. Pay more attention to blogs when you first hear about them. They’re more than just journals.
  17. Speaking of which, keep a journal. Seriously. Your memory is extremely faulty.
  18. Tequila is seriously evil.
  19. Yes, you can do a marathon. Don’t put this goal off — it’s extremely rewarding.
  20. All these mistakes you’re going to make, despite this advice? They’re worth it.