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BlogWhat can I say about
NAIAS 2007 that hasn't been said about the past 5 NAIAS events? Somewhere around 2002 it just stopped being exciting, due mostly to the sagging economy and it's growing popularity as a disillusioned teen hangout. I’m sure my status as a non-buyer is also a contributing factor. The
senator and I make an effort to attend every year, expecting very little but unwilling to risk missing something interesting. This year had a few highlights such as a
weird rally car and a
650HP Viper. They also offered an early entry for people with cameras this year, which made for
lots of room instead of the usual jammed floor, a nice change from the last few years. I’m not holding my breath for next year, but the idea of my car being
hackable for 2008 may just bring me back into the excitement zone.
While I was sunning myself in Cancun, the furnace went out allowing inside temperatures to bottom out at
just below 53°. Morlocks are accustomed to hot temperatures from the blast furnaces they use to do whatever it is they do in addition to eating Eloi, so the resident Morlock was not happy with the situation. Having recently replaced the heat exchanger and blower, I was left with the logic board and
ignitor for possible failure points. I took a gamble on the ignitor and won, the old one was pretty far gone. The house is now on it's way back to a Morlock acceptable temperature, and Eloi Lisa is safe (for now).
A prescription for Cancun was given to Lisa and I for our
SAD and we recently
filled it. Unbeknownst to me, January is the coldest and windiest time of the year in Cancun, so we were treated to cloudy and windy days more than half the vacation. Still, a cold day in Cancun is better than any day in Michigan. Despite the weather, we managed to go
horseback riding and snorkeling in addition to a fair amount of beach time. Firsts for me this trip were: de boarding a plane
via stairs (guy behind me obviously a pro),
stick shift buses,
different vehicle lines,
attack iguanas,
permanent sewage smell (look closely, you can see the smell),
street chimps,
pizza bikes, and
horse recycling. When Lisa wasn't
playing Sudoku she was hanging out with
this guy so I was free to join the
Mexican circus. A good trip nonetheless.
After reading
Keiths post about
feedburner and getting past my initial belief it was just an RSS mirror, I discovered it has some handy features. It enhances your feed with "customizeable flares" which is what they call postback links. It also tells me how many CIA agents are subscribed to my feed so I know how much of a threat I am to national security. Most importantly it requires zero code change to "burn" your feed, so trying it out meets the lazy requirement. If you feel like you need some enhancement, change your feed to
http://feeds.feedburner.com/AtomicInternet and give me a link to your "burned" feed. If you're frightened of new things you'd best keep the old link.
Granholm recently ordered all U.S. Flags in Michigan to be flown half-staff whenever a Michigan serviceman is killed. Debate about her
authority to do so aside, the
last order resulted in 6 straight days of half-staff flag days. This means for an entire week, the state was
in mourning. While I'm certainly in no position to dictate the proper respect for servicemen killed in war, I can't imagine a patriotic soldier desiring a week of mourning. It gives me the impression that we are a depressed country, focused entirely on our losses and not our accomplishments. To me, flying the flag at full staff is a statement of pride and confidence. Half-staff should be reserved for major tragedies where the entire country is in mourning, not for local tragedies that will be mourned regardless of flag positioning.
According to the
Free Press, El Niño is to thank (blame) for the warm winter
weather this year. I'm sure like myself you immediately flashed back to the SNL skit with Chris Farley, so
here it is. I would have preferred some El Niño action back in
October for an extended summer but another month of unfrozen nose hairs isn't bad either. My hesitation at buying natural gas stock seems to have been a wise one.
Lisa was complaining about my lack of updates so I thought I'd share a recent discovery she made. Tired of feeding me manually, she recently discovered the
Google patent search and found a
Brad Feeding and Driving Apparatus. After building one in a blatant patent violation, her TV schedule has less interruptions since she need only pull the trigger string to silence my food requests. As an added bonus, I get driven to and from work. Thank you Google patent search!
My annual new years party had the lowest attendance ever, but thanks to the
Leinnintigers it was still technically a
party. I was so happy they decided to stop by I sang them love songs all night and got Lisa drunk off Cold Duck champagne for added entertainment.
My trip to
Niagra Falls inspired many candid photos of me with various disgusting poses, as most vacations do. It also inspired my mother to paint her interpretation of a
specific photo from the trip. In case you're not up on your greek mythology, the painting portrays
Cronus eating his children while his wife Rhea looks on. The part of Cronus being played by me, and the part of Rhea by Lisa. It's nice to have a mother who can turn a disgusting photo into a work of art. Bids for the painting start at $10,500 with an expected post-sale value exceeding $25,000.
Myrone
left for California over 3 years and 4 months ago. Attempts to
replace him never panned out, and I've been lacking in the Myrone department ever since. When cheap airfare to California presented itself I decided it was time for a visit. After my
airline debacle, I was greeted with a
slightly larger Myrone than I remember. I was then
whisked away in a
wild mountain drive of terror before landing at the house of Myrn. Shortly thereafter began my whirlwind tour of
Golden Gate Bridge,
Silicon Valley,
downtown San Francisco and
Alcatraz. My planned visit to
Brian was cancelled due to an abnormally large amount of Myrone and a lengthy drive time, but his spirit was with us during our visit to Castro street. I felt it surround me. My time in California quickly drew to a close, and my post-vacation depression began shortly after being dropped off at the airport. Time now, for a new counter.
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