3.15.2008
2.23.2008
Feb 23, 1981 - MONDAY
Dear Boo,
Today went rather quickly and we are all exhausted. I don't think anyone of us will be up very early. It is 9:30 and your Daddy is up front with you this minute, rocking you to sleep, though with much effort on his part and resistance on yours. We went out to eat at the Sizzler for supper. It was good. PawPaw came too. You were a good boy and sat in a high chair and watched us eat. You fell asleep on the way home, but I had to wake you to take off your jacket and get you ready for bed. I can barely keep my eyes open so I am going to bed. Goodnite, my love. I'll see you tomorrow.
Love,
Mama
Pride in achievement is wonderful, but pride in self for self's sake is a sin. It makes fools of us all. If you must be proud, be proud that you are a man--- a Christian man.
2.20.2008
Feb 20, 1981
What I was doing on this day back in '81:
Dear Andy,
Tonight I went grocery shopping and got you a cute little outfit at K-Mart. I also got you a Donald Duck drinking glass with a straw in it for you to practice your drinking. I got a basket load of food for you, too. I have been giving you food in jars because they have stopped adding preservatives and add no salt and almost no sugars. So I guess they are O.K., but as soon as possible I will start giving you table foods. your Daddy babysat. I love you, smartie pants. It was warm so we went outside for a little while. You sat in your swing and I sat in a lawn chair and read my book. It was very nice. Goodnight.
Love, Mama
1.16.2008
Don't get mad, get Glad!
sidenote: a week or so ago, I walked into the Duffy's courtyard and a wasted young gentleman said to me: "Hey... Hitler!" and stumbled indoors, hopefully for another drink. I hope that you can see the huge difference between my blue ray moustache and Hitler's highly-despotic patch of upper lip hair. Thanks.
sidenote: a week or so ago, I walked into the Duffy's courtyard and a wasted young gentleman said to me: "Hey... Hitler!" and stumbled indoors, hopefully for another drink. I hope that you can see the huge difference between my blue ray moustache and Hitler's highly-despotic patch of upper lip hair. Thanks.
1.15.2008
Introducing... MacBook Rapture
So thin... everything disappears.
Do these guys make toilet paper? I want some. I want 5 of some.
12.27.2007
12.07.2007
Details of problems.
Details. Emerge. a. video. Von Maur. rifle. started. later. lived. dead. holiday. shoppers. and. weapon. instantly. At. inside. carry. out. the. stunned. This. city. they. identified. the. eight. "These were innocent people going about their daily lives, performing their jobs and shopping for the holiday," the mayor said. "They were men and women who did not deserve the fate that they were given. This was an ugly act of cowardice.". They. eight. five. three. ranging. customers. Mall. off. Malloff. Mall OFF. Authorities. chose. ds Mall. on. west. What. demons. he. was. battling., haunting. famous. ".
We. have. been. why. he. chose. that. location. FACT. Small. public. season. to. engage. mass. incident. 2,006. run-ins. associated. with. department. addiction. , . mental-health. laws. being. problems.
Treatment. came. to. kill. his. records. showed. against. Press. with. alcohol. and. appear. in. family. Basically, sorry. to. Chief. professional. sorry. Chief. professional. 47. police. said. "fire". multiple. shoppers. gazing. at. display. cases. Wrapping. gifts. in. time. firing the rifle. rife with. rooms. and. employees.
The. gunman. rang. out. from the third atrium. Below. he. said. "There was not much conversation, . the duration. only. the. conclusion." Phones. families. call. opportunity. by. Gifts. season., "a funny. noise."
", you think, 'This is Von Maur.' 'That's'. not. Von Maur.". After shots. kept. my. instict. hid. behind. some. 19-year-old. back. got. down. She said. 13. shots. sounded. like. the. wall."
The. store. , . which. actions. walked. past. bodies. people. worked. for years. , . older. -appointed. discount,". Younger. gifts. was. blood. stepping. over. blood. all over Von Maur. She saw Mr. body.
She. said. he. appeared. himself. , . the. head. , . dressed like. he. remembers.
Shot. worked. in customer. "They were like sitting ducks," she said. Hushed. calls. to. husbands. parents. minutes. residents. elements. woes. drugs. and gangs. Crime. rate. cities. house. less. than. the shooting. recounted. a. note. too. late. we. shoot. sick. about. it.
10.17.2007
Free Halloween Shows!
I know... you probably have lots of candy to collect and people to scare, but... this will be fun too!
9pm at Box Awesome
815 O St.
Lincoln
Oct 29th Mon.
7pm at the Benson Grind
Halloween '07
Man's Last Great Invention performs a live soundtrack to Hitchcock's The Birds. They're migrating this time of year... we're playing outside!
Bring Your Own Bird, I say... and a costume.
I know... you probably have lots of candy to collect and people to scare, but... this will be fun too!
9pm at Box Awesome
815 O St.
Lincoln
Oct 29th Mon.
7pm at the Benson Grind
Halloween '07
Man's Last Great Invention performs a live soundtrack to Hitchcock's The Birds. They're migrating this time of year... we're playing outside!
Bring Your Own Bird, I say... and a costume.
9.29.2007
9.08.2007
7.21.2007
Man's Last Great Invention is playing a live soundtrack at the State Theatre in Lincoln, NE!
This is a private party. If you'd like to come, email me at kleineaffe2003@gmail.com to be added to the guest list!
All on Monday, July 23rd, 2007 10pm
1415 O St.
Lincoln, NE
Fun fun fun before heading out to Detroit!
7.18.2007
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Originally Posted: Sat, 31 Mar 01:42 CDT
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My cat is a free loader
Date: 2007-03-31, 1:42AM CDT
Seriously, my cat is taking advantage of me. I had to pay a special visit to Petco earlier today for more cat food. Petco's honest slogan should be "It's where your money goes." I'm more than a little ticked off that my cat expects me to provide her with cat food that costs $10.49 (before taxes) per 3.5 lb bag. She turns her nose to any cheap stuff I've ever brought home and she sees right through my lies. "Oh the store was out of your regular brand, but the clerk there told me that Brand X is actually the SAME food as your regular brand." Yes, I lied to my cat, and she saw right through the BS. That coupled with the vet's recommendation that the expensive stuff is better for the cat has convinced my wife that we (I) should only buy the special food. I tried to convince both my wife and my cat that the cat doesn't have very refined taste buds. I mean, she eats flies. She licks her ass in lieu of toilet paper. That and she contributes nothing financially to the house (the cat, not my wife). And, she's a friggin' cat; she shouldn't get a household vote.
The cat's now reading over my shoulder... one second please. I think she suspects something.
Okay, so the cat also doesn't seem to care about anything I'm doing. I'll be reading the paper, and she'll plop her cat's ass dead center of the page and look at me as if I've gotten in her way. Or maybe I'm stealing a few moments of silence in the bathroom when all of a sudden there's a furry arm being jammed under the door. Are you kidding me? Give me a minute. You don't even shit in here anyway. Next time you do that I'm going to duct tape your little arm to the linoleum. Maybe you'd let me crap in peace then.
Damnit, she's back. Shhh. She just had to remind me that she's shedding and that I should brush her.
Okay where was I... flies, ass licking, duct taping, brushing, bathroom door banging... Oh yeah, so this cat eats better than I do. I'm too lazy to do the math, but I'd guess that the food I just put in her dish cost more than my lunch today. My lunch didn't even come with gravy, but it was chicken flavored. Discussing my eating habits are for another time though.
Oh jeez... she's staring at me now. Not really at me, but past me at the window behind me. I just know she wants me to think there's something or someone outside the window, but I'm not going to play that game. I will win this grudge match. I'm going to stare back at her 'til she blinks. Apparently that's supposed to be a sign of my dominance. She doesn't play fairly though, because her eyes just got wide and she did a little crouch thing. Maybe there IS someone outside the window behind me. NO, don't think that. She's bluffing. Blink, you damn cat. Ha, she looked away. I win, I win, I win. Play it cool, no need to gloat.
Okay, now that I think about it, I believe my cat is a bully as well. She just fucks with me every chance she gets. This cat must get off knowing that I'm her personal servant and she can throw up on the carpeting or piss over the side of her litter box and I'll have to clean it up. Perhaps it's retribution for cutting her claws off or having her ovaries removed. Whatever it is, I'm no longer a cat owner. I'm the one who's owned.
People used to believe that cats caused insanity. I think they may have been on to something.
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Originally Posted: Sat, 31 Mar 01:42 CDT
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My cat is a free loader
Date: 2007-03-31, 1:42AM CDT
Seriously, my cat is taking advantage of me. I had to pay a special visit to Petco earlier today for more cat food. Petco's honest slogan should be "It's where your money goes." I'm more than a little ticked off that my cat expects me to provide her with cat food that costs $10.49 (before taxes) per 3.5 lb bag. She turns her nose to any cheap stuff I've ever brought home and she sees right through my lies. "Oh the store was out of your regular brand, but the clerk there told me that Brand X is actually the SAME food as your regular brand." Yes, I lied to my cat, and she saw right through the BS. That coupled with the vet's recommendation that the expensive stuff is better for the cat has convinced my wife that we (I) should only buy the special food. I tried to convince both my wife and my cat that the cat doesn't have very refined taste buds. I mean, she eats flies. She licks her ass in lieu of toilet paper. That and she contributes nothing financially to the house (the cat, not my wife). And, she's a friggin' cat; she shouldn't get a household vote.
The cat's now reading over my shoulder... one second please. I think she suspects something.
Okay, so the cat also doesn't seem to care about anything I'm doing. I'll be reading the paper, and she'll plop her cat's ass dead center of the page and look at me as if I've gotten in her way. Or maybe I'm stealing a few moments of silence in the bathroom when all of a sudden there's a furry arm being jammed under the door. Are you kidding me? Give me a minute. You don't even shit in here anyway. Next time you do that I'm going to duct tape your little arm to the linoleum. Maybe you'd let me crap in peace then.
Damnit, she's back. Shhh. She just had to remind me that she's shedding and that I should brush her.
Okay where was I... flies, ass licking, duct taping, brushing, bathroom door banging... Oh yeah, so this cat eats better than I do. I'm too lazy to do the math, but I'd guess that the food I just put in her dish cost more than my lunch today. My lunch didn't even come with gravy, but it was chicken flavored. Discussing my eating habits are for another time though.
Oh jeez... she's staring at me now. Not really at me, but past me at the window behind me. I just know she wants me to think there's something or someone outside the window, but I'm not going to play that game. I will win this grudge match. I'm going to stare back at her 'til she blinks. Apparently that's supposed to be a sign of my dominance. She doesn't play fairly though, because her eyes just got wide and she did a little crouch thing. Maybe there IS someone outside the window behind me. NO, don't think that. She's bluffing. Blink, you damn cat. Ha, she looked away. I win, I win, I win. Play it cool, no need to gloat.
Okay, now that I think about it, I believe my cat is a bully as well. She just fucks with me every chance she gets. This cat must get off knowing that I'm her personal servant and she can throw up on the carpeting or piss over the side of her litter box and I'll have to clean it up. Perhaps it's retribution for cutting her claws off or having her ovaries removed. Whatever it is, I'm no longer a cat owner. I'm the one who's owned.
People used to believe that cats caused insanity. I think they may have been on to something.
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Sweating bullets...
We've moved! Come over. Have a beer. 19th and C.
Thanks to Good Reads, I've gotten heavily into reading again. Some current reads:
That Hideous Strength
Third in the C.S. Lewis science fiction series (Out of the Silent Planet, Perelandra), I expect even greater spiritual/religious/cultural insight than the previous two. Perelandra, published sometime in the 40's I believe, touches wholly on many of the social/moral conflicts of the human race with itself and the world that Daniel Quinn and Michael Pollan are more recently bringing to light.
...back to cleaning and unpacking...
6.23.2007
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5.20.2007
It Didn't Cost Me a Penny!
According to this, more men are taking their wives last name through marriage. Amazingly, I have yet to be called a "sissy boy" after I turned in my "man card".
Sam Van Hallgren, 32, co-host of the movie-review podcast Filmspotting, had to explain himself not just to his listeners but even to his co-host, Adam Kempenaar. Kempenaar was caught by surprise the first time Van Hallgren introduced himself at the top of their show with his new name. Van Hallgren was formerly Sam Hallgren until he wed Carrie Van Deest in August and they both took on the new, combined names.
Van Hallgren received a scathing note from a longtime listener with a subject line that read, "Sam, turn in your man card." The listener asked what "sissy juice" the host was drinking.
The Van Hallgrens, who live in Milwaukee, say they did it for their future children. The idea of merging names, which Los Angeles Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa also did when the former Antonio Villar wed the former Corina Raigosa in 1987, started out for Sam and Carrie as a joke. Then, while talking with a friend who was surprised Carrie would take Sam's name, Sam first uttered the merged version and they both liked it.
"I feared that people would think I did it to suggest more people should do it," he says. "But I didn't. It just made sense for us."
What is your sissy juice of choice?
or
or
or
or
FROG JUICE!
