Two Things

Two comments on the video below:
1. Road Trip!
2. This is exactly how PoMonkey and I are going to end up, except that she will be the one continually giving up space to my growing collection of books.

Not sure how to title this one

The Cloud Appreciation Society - "we love clouds, we’re not ashamed to say it and we’ve had enough of people moaning about them."

Be sure to check out the gallery.

Different

Turtle Man

Does this cause orchid fever or is it the result of it?

Built to Last?

Wednesday morning as I'm putting on my shoes one of the laces breaks. Frustrating, yes. But in the grand scheme of things not that big a deal. I wore other shoes.

Later in the day I remembered that I purchased the shoes in January 1998. Hmm. 10 years. I guess that's not so bad for a shoe lace.

Some Good Weather News

I know that I sometimes bellyache about the weather, so I thought I'd post a bit of good news. Today's Tribune reports "93% of the city's subfreezing highs typically behind us by this date."

Well, I guess that's something.


PS -- I just noticed this is my 100th post here. I'm a little surprised. I thought I had written more. Guess not.

Posting Slowdown: My Current Excuse (and other random thoughts)

Layering and delayering to go out in the snow. For me: hat, scarf, sweatshirt, down coat, waterproof shell, boots, and YakTrax. For The Eliminator: coat and Muttluks.



Also, we've given up on taking the bus to work. Bus service is simply too unpredictable. Some days we'd spend 20-30 minutes standing (freezing) at the bus stop. It takes about 30 minutes to walk, and walking is warmer. So we're now spending about an hour a day commuting. The upside is that walking a mile and a half to work and a mile and a half home every day is improving our health, slowly but surely.

On a related note, I've figured out that the most preposterous element of Stranger than Fiction is the idea that a Chicago city bus could be relied upon to arrive at your nearby bus stop at a particular time each day.

PoMonkey has had NBC's Clash of the Choirs on the past couple of nights. While this isn't really my thing, I'll have to say that I'm impressed at the contrast with American Idol, particularly in the panel of judges. In short, it's refreshing to see a group of people who are encouraging and uplifting one another, even those against whom they're competing.

Another thing I'm definitely not complaining about: we haven't turned on our heat yet. Yes we've had more than a foot of snow, single digit temps, and even lower wind chills, but living on the third floor and having a wall of south-facing windows does a great job of keeping the condo warm. I'm not even sure it's gotten below 70 in our unit. I worked from home today and it hit 77 inside around 2:00.

So that's what new with MrG. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

New Stem Cell News

As you may know, MrG is associated with people who know people who know stuff about all the stem cell and bioethics goings on we hear so much about these days. MrG checked with his people so that he could let you know the low down on the newest news.

MrG’s sources report that it’s good, good, good news. Perhaps MrG’s friends at one of the big family research council groups captured it best: No Embryos, No Cloning, No Eggs--No Problem!

People who tend to get it right on these issues, IMHO, include these people, this guy, these people, and, frankly, this guy.

I’m a Winner

The social committee for our condo building threw a get acquainted party yesterday afternoon at a nearby eatery/hangout. One of the drawing cards was the promise of a raffle, with the caveat that you must be present to win.

My raffle ticket was 035.

I won a gallon of BBQ sauce, a Chicago Tribune tote bag, key chain, and a lighted message fan -- SUBSCRIBER . . . ADVANTAGE . . . FANATIC . . .

A gallon . . . 126 servings . . . 9.5 pounds . . . of Cattlemen’s Smokey Barbecue Sauce . . . “It’s great straight from the jug!”

So send in your recipes that call for BBQ sauce. I only have until July 25, 2008.

More Soon

On Wednesday MrG finally got sick enough to go to the doctor for the first time since 2003 or 2004. This marks him as very healthy, very foolish, clueless about preventative medicine, or some combination.

Anyway, two prescriptions, a sheet full of homeopathic recommendations, and two solid days of rest and MrG is feeling quite a bit better. And he’s way behind at work.

All that to say, MrG is planning to write and post an obedience school update over the weekend.

Also, he’s planning to go car shopping on Saturday. He and PoMonkey have decided the time has come to trade in the SUV for something smaller, easier to drive/park in the city, and better on gas (average Chicago gas price currently $3.20).

MrG loathes car shopping.

Keep him in your prayers.

Hmm

No Such Thing as Anonymous Blogging?

The Curious Incident of the Dog Biscuit That Nearly Resulted in PoMonkey Blowing Up Our New Condo

One day in early August, PoMonkey was at home getting ready to go to work. I had left early to go to a meeting at the convention center. I don't think I mentioned that our new place in the city is a bit smaller than the last place we lived, so we've had to test out various placement of things. Case in point: the ironing board.

So PoMonkey is getting ready for work, ironing a shirt and doing a few chores around the house like drying clothes. As she was ironing her shirt, she smelled something unusual, as if perhaps something were burning. PoMonkey checked the dryer and found several pieces of dog biscuit rattling around with the clothes and stuck in the lint trap.

My family reunion this year was at my maternal grandparents' house, which is located on several acres in Virginia. My uncle lives there on the "farm" where there is a chicken coop, old pig pens, a couple of barns, and several dog kennels. At some point during the day, I walked down to the kennels to visit a hunting dog that my uncle had found, and I took a couple of dog biscuits with me to offer to Brenda (as my aunt who lives across the street has named her). It turned out that Brenda wasn't that interested in dog biscuits. When I offered her one, she simply sniffed it and walked away with out even touching it.

I guess I must have left the other dog biscuit in my pocket, and it ended up going all of the way through the wash and most of the way through the dry cycle. PoMonkey finished her ironing and left for work. As she was walking down the hall to the elevator, she thought, that unusual smell didn't really go away when the dryer stopped, and it didn't really smell like one would imagine a burning dog biscuit would smell; it was something more familiar.

That day she had set the ironing board up in the kitchen, right in front of the stove. When she returned to double check on the smell, she noticed that one of the burner controls was on, apparently having been bumped by the ironing board or some part of the ironing process. None of the burners were lit, so the condo was simply filling with natural gas.

Thank God she had second thoughts about that smell so that this story remains, The Curious Incident of the Dog Biscuit That Nearly Resulted in PoMonkey Blowing Up Our Condo.

Post Script – We now put the ironing board up on the other side of the condo, by the exercise bike and far away the stove.

Where Has Mister Ginger Been?

As you may know, Mister Ginger has changed jobs. Finishing the old job and getting started on the new one has taken more time and energy than Mister Ginger anticipated, and has kept him from watching many movies and from blogging about even the few he’s seen. The good news is that the new job is going very well and it involves two hours every day on public transportation in one of America’s largest cities. The latter aspect will yield some real entertainment for you, dear reader.

For example, in just two weeks of riding the train, Mister Ginger has seen a guy sleeping on a desk in the middle of the downtown transit center (advertising), Mary Katherine Gallagher, and a guy riding the train, facing backwards, drinking a 24 oz PBR.

I hope soon to be back watching films, rating them, and occasionally venting my spleen about stuff.