History in the making
This was sent to me by a friend of mine. It was entirely too poignant and memorable to not share.
In a few short days, a black man will move from his private residence into a much larger and more expensive one owned not by him but by the taxpayers. A vast lawn, perimeter fence and many well-trained security specialists will insulate him from the rest of us, but the mere fact that this man will live there should make us all stop and count our blessings — because it proves we live in a nation where anything is possible.
Many believed this day would never come. Most of us hoped and prayed that it would, but few of us actually believed we would live to see it. Racism is an ugly thing in all of its forms and there is little doubt that if this man had moved there 15 years ago, there would have been a great outcry — possibly even rioting in the streets. Today, we can all be both grateful and proud that no such mayhem will take place when this man takes up residency in this house.
This man, moving into this house at this time in our nation's history is much more than a simple change of addresses for him — it is proof of a change in our attitude as a nation. It is an amends of sorts — the righting of a great wrong. It is a symbol of our growth, and of our willingness to judge a man, not by the color of his skin but by the content of his character.
There can be little doubt now that the vast majority of us truly believe this man has earned both his place in history and his new address. His time in this house will not be easy — it will be fraught with danger and he will face many challenges. We're sure there will be many times when he asks himself how in the world he ended up here, and, like all who have gone before him, the experience will age him greatly. But in every way a man can, he asked for this. His whole life for the past fifteen years appears to have been inexorably leading this man toward this house. It is highly probable that in the past, despite all of his actions, racism would have kept this man out of this house. Today, we thank the Lord above that we are Americans and live in a nation where wrongs are righted, where justice matters and where truly anything is possible.
A nation where O.J. Simpson is finally going to jail.
What, you thought this was about Obama?
The importance of knowing your target market
Tonight I was walking out the door to go to the store when I saw a package on the ground. Not recognizing what it was I decided to pick it up and look it over. It was a sample from Safeway, our local grocery store.
What was it a sample of, you might ask, knowing that something normal would never get me to write about in my blog?
You're going to love this...
It was an Always pad. With wings.
Now that, in and of itself, isn't ridiculously funny. The kids thought it was a blast. At least that is what my wife told me. But there was something that I found to be terribly funny about it.
You see, Safeway sent it to me. That's right. A pad. Addressed to a Mr. Robert Gonzalez.
Anyone have any ideas what I can do with one of these things?
How big is big?
Me: "I hate Internet Explorer. It can't even handle large tables."
Me: "Can a table get that large?"
He: "No, but a zucchini can."
Me: "Dude, WTF?"
I turn around to see what he is talking about and BAM!, there is a big fat zucchini in my face. Shocked and awed at the sight of this thing, I could only pick it up and try to quell the thoughts that any man would have when faced with something this big.
Ok, comments are open. Let me have it. I know you will anyway.
PS For those that care, the ladies around here named him "Zucchy" and promptly took him home and made bread from him. 
The front fell off
The other day I received an email that detailed how similar politicians are no matter where around the world they may be. I thought that certainly Americans had the upper hand when it came to our elected leaders being political. I may have been wrong.
It seems that Senator Bob Collins from Australia is the example to follow when being political. He recently gave an interview regarding a tanker ship that experience a horrific accident at sea. The accident, one in which the front of the ship detached allowing 20 million tons of crude oil to spill into the sea, happened near Australia.
You gotta see this...
Amazing, isn't it? I have yet to see an American politician pull something like off.
Side bar: If you hadn't guessed while watching the clip, it is a satire by John Clarke and Bryan Dawe, an Australian comedic duo that have been doing satires of weekly events, called the 7.30 report, for some time now. You gotta admit, they are darn funny.
For those that missed out on the World of Warcraft WOWness
There are many a wife that has been widowed by the World of Warcraft craze that has swept the world. And plenty of men, women and children have fallen victim to the craziness of the addiction to this violent, expensive, wasteland generating game.
However there is an entire class of people that are being overlooked in our zeal to cast judgment on the yayhoos that have gone WoW-stupid. These folks are largely overlooked because they are the ones that missed the boat. That's right, these poor people have missed the hit parade of early adopters and are now forced to work twice as hard, some times three times as hard, to accumulate the WoW wealth needed to really impress the female gnomes and imps trolling about the WoW.
But I have good news for these people. Blizzard Entertainment, the same folks that brought you World of Warcraft have recently announced plans for World of World of Warcraft, a game that allows those that missed the first rush of WoW freakiness to pass them by to easily integrate themselves into that world by gaming themselves into it.
Have a look:
So it appears that you can now put yourself into the game even if you are not in the game. How cool is that? No more being an outcast, outsider or freak that doesn't know what a level 3 gnome rogue is. No way Jose. Now, you can be one of the cool folks associated with World of Warcraft, in your own World of World of Warcraft.
Now go play.
Real life LOLCats – only in San Francisco
I never tire of LOLCats. Seriously, never. I can literally sit for hours and be amused by their silly antics and wonderful captions.
So imagine my surprise when one of them came up missing. A real life lolcat, missing in SF.
I almost wanted to hit the city just to look for it. I would stop, of course, at a burger joint to pick up a cheezburger before beginning my quest to find the lil lol. And I would celebrate mightily after having caught it as I would have been a guy that actually caught a real life, living LOLCat.
I can haz lolcat?
From the news of the weird file
According to an email I received recently:
When southern Florida resident Nathan Radlich's house was burglarized recently, thieves ignored his wide-screen plasma TV, his VCR, and even left his Rolex watch. What they did take, however, was a generic white cardboard box filled with a grayish-white powder. (That's at least the way the
police report described it.)A spokesman for the Fort Lauderdale police said, 'it looked similar to high-grade cocaine and they probably thought they'd hit the big time. Later, Nathan stood in front of the numerous TV cameras and pleaded with the burglars: "Please return the cremated remains of my sister, Gertrude. She
died three years ago."The next morning, the bullet-riddled corpse of a local drug dealer known as Hoochie Pevens was found on Nathan's doorstep. The cardboard box was there too; about half of Gertrude's ashes remained. Scotch-taped to the box was this note: "Hoochie sold us the bogus blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry
we snorted your sister. No hard feelings. Have a nice day."
Now I am no fool. I know that since it came through my email it must be true. But the smart guy in me told me that this sounded like the stuff of urban legends, so putting my skepticism to work (sorry intarwebs but I had to) I started doing some research.
The first thing I asked myself was can this really happen? I answered that pretty readily by explaining to myself that yes, criminals are really that stupid. And many could easily mistake cremated human remains for cocaine. Especially since it was hidden so inconspicuously in an urn.
But then I thought to myself what is the likelihood of this happening? And for the answer to that, I had to look the infallible intarwebs square in the eye and humbly ask it if it could look something up for me.
It did it, albeit hesitantly.
And you know what? Other people have also received this same email about Nathan Radlich. So I stopped thinking that I was special. And I started looking a little harder at whether this was really true.
And I found out it wasn't. The stinking emailwebs lied to me. Not the intarwebs. No, the intarwebs stayed true and loyal and only gave me the truth (as it always does). But no such luck for emailwebs.
But its all good. Later on, when I pour a foedee on da floe foe mah dawg Hoochie, I will do the same for the emailwebs.
Deciding between the retro and turbo encabulator
Of all the funny things that could have happened...
Wouldn't you know it? I found myself in need of an encabulator. And not just any encabulator either.
The intelligence of our elected lawmakers
Quite often I thank God that we live in a democracy where we, as a people, get to choose who governs us. It is somewhat empowering to know that those people that make the laws are drawn from the same pool of people who need those very laws in order to survive.
Where were these instructions when I started having kids?
While digging around for news on Digg today I ran across a blog post that offers some brilliant tips on how to take care of your baby.
I wish I had seen these tips when I started having kids.
