...still love my PCs, but it was time to start using a Mac, too. It's a little large.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Went Golfing Today
Friday, August 14, 2009
Great News!
The Dallas Wind Symphony picked my brass fanfare, Foozle, for the 2009-2010 season!
http://www.dws.org/component/content/article/1-news/142-2009-2010-fanfare-winners
If you don't know what "foozle" means, google it...
http://www.dws.org/component/content/article/1-news/142-2009-2010-fanfare-winners
If you don't know what "foozle" means, google it...
Monday, August 10, 2009
Golf...
...is not meant to be played by human beings. I hack away at this tiny little ball in hopes that it goes a particular distance to go into a tiny little hole. It's expensive, it's picky, and you can never beat the course.
But I'm hooked! Argh!!! Now I can see why people love/hate this game so much. You just keep coming back. The course just mocks you every time, even when you do well. It's the voice of Gilbert Godfrey (the AFLAC duck...or is it a goose?) telling you how much cooler he is than you while also telling "Yo' Mama" jokes. Really bad ones. It just grates at you and humiliates you.
At least for today, I give up. This game is just too damn hard. It's just not possible. No human can play this game.

Except for Tiger Woods. But he's a freak.
Ahhhhh! I'm hooked.
GOLF: I'll be back.
But I'm hooked! Argh!!! Now I can see why people love/hate this game so much. You just keep coming back. The course just mocks you every time, even when you do well. It's the voice of Gilbert Godfrey (the AFLAC duck...or is it a goose?) telling you how much cooler he is than you while also telling "Yo' Mama" jokes. Really bad ones. It just grates at you and humiliates you.
At least for today, I give up. This game is just too damn hard. It's just not possible. No human can play this game.

Except for Tiger Woods. But he's a freak.
Ahhhhh! I'm hooked.
GOLF: I'll be back.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
More Pics from SYS-CMW 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Random...
I think they need to invent a word for this phenomenon:
Whenever I get a new follower on Twitter, I'll usually click on their profile to see if they're for real or if it's just some solicitor type thing. A new follower popped up a couple of days ago and it turns out it was a real person whom I didn't know.
I searched for this person's name to check out their profile. To protect the innocent, let's say this person's name was Michael Smith. When I searched for this person, I mistyped it, Michelle Smith. What popped in the search were two people not at all connected with Michael Smith, one of which had just tweeted about how strange and cool Davis, California was, my hometown...how random, no?
Okay, maybe on paper it's not that interesting (or at least it was one of this, "you had to be there" moments"), but still...
...it blew my mind. I think I will call this phenomenon/coincidence thing "Charlie."
I didn't capture the look on my face when this happened, but I'm pretty sure it looked like this:
Whenever I get a new follower on Twitter, I'll usually click on their profile to see if they're for real or if it's just some solicitor type thing. A new follower popped up a couple of days ago and it turns out it was a real person whom I didn't know.
I searched for this person's name to check out their profile. To protect the innocent, let's say this person's name was Michael Smith. When I searched for this person, I mistyped it, Michelle Smith. What popped in the search were two people not at all connected with Michael Smith, one of which had just tweeted about how strange and cool Davis, California was, my hometown...how random, no?
Okay, maybe on paper it's not that interesting (or at least it was one of this, "you had to be there" moments"), but still...
...it blew my mind. I think I will call this phenomenon/coincidence thing "Charlie."
I didn't capture the look on my face when this happened, but I'm pretty sure it looked like this:
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