ULTIMATE Lego Chaingun — not your parents’ rubberband gun – Engadget
Well, except, you know, my wedding, and related things. Be sure to watch the video of the gun in action. This gun combines everything that makes childhood great: Legos, destruction, the possiblity of injury and/or grounding . . .
Boing Boing: Have sex on a plane at 10,000 feet for under $300
This seems like cheating, though. I mean, isn’t most of the allure of sex on a plane the fact that you’re doing it more or less in public? Maybe not. Not sure the wife would be up for it in any event.
On September 10th, 2001, I moved to Northern Virginia. I was a few months out of college and unemployed, looking for a job in computers, and some friends were renting a place in Fairfax, so I went along with them. I brought a bed and some odds and ends. On the 11th, I was heading back to my parents’ to pick up more stuff. I had arranged with a friend to help me load my truck. I had just left the house when I heard from Howard Stern about the WTC towers. At first I thought it was a joke until the WHFS morning show confirmed it. My roommates were both off at work, and we didn’t have a landline, and of course my cell phone wasn’t working because of all the stress on the system. My dad worked in DC at the time, and I had no idea how far he was from the Pentagon. And I couldn’t get a hold of anyone. I finally managed to get through at the pay phone at Wendy’s (Although the calling card I had and rarely used decided not to work. Luckily by that time I had memorized my dad’s calling card number).
It was an interesting welcome to the DC Metro area. And now, five years later, where are we? We’ve destroyed the beauty of much of Washington DC with jersey walls and iron fences. We’ve made flying in and out of the US completely ridiculous. We’ve given our President an excuse to spy illegally on our citizens and to deny basic human rights to prisoners of war because we’re calling them “enemy combatants” instead. The site of the WTC is still a big hole. We haven’t found those responsible for the attack.
It’s been a great five years, huh? I hope this will be the legacy of the Bush administration. They were quick to put a nice bandage on the wound cause by 9/11, and tell everyone that things would be okay. But then they embezzled insurance money for expensive plastic surgery, and accused those who complained of being unpatriotic. Patriotism is not a flag sticker on your car and blindy supporting every action of the President, no matter how misguided or illegal.
NFL.com – Miami at Pittsburgh Game Recap
After the World Cup and watching a little Australian Rules over in Melbourne, the game seemed a little slow, but it feels really good to have football back on tv. The Orioles are all but eliminated, so it’s time for a little Redskins action. I watched the first half of Miami-Pittsburgh last night, mostly to make sure my dogg Hines Ward got in the end zone for my fantasy team, which he did.
I think I’m going to finally bite the bullet and invest in High Def cable. After the third time I thought the Dolphins had faked the punt snap because I didn’t see the ball, I’d really had enough. My only problem is that I already send over $100 to Cox Cable for tv and internet, and I hesitate to send them any more. I mean, their service isn’t really that good. But I can’t take it any longer. Until Verizon gets around to offering their fiber tv/internet service in my area, Cox will continue their localized monopoly and have zero incentive to provide me with better service.
I’m back. I’m sure there are tons of things to post about. Gas prices are down 20-30 cents. The Crocodile Hunter died while I was in Melbourne. I’m sure someone did something stupid regarding one of BoingBoing’s hot-button issues. Our fearless leader probably did something ridiculous. I could complain about stupid airlines.
Instead, though, I think I’ll just ease back into this whole regular life thing. Being gone for nearly three weeks has made everything seem a little off. And then there are little things, like the fact that they moved the little stand where you get milk at the Caribou Coffee I frequent. Not a big deal, I know, but strange that it just happened to occur when I was gone for three weeks.
In any event, soon things will be back to normal, and the complaining will return, to the delight of all half-dozen or so of you who read this regularly.
Also, for the record, being married doesn’t really feel any different than not being married.