I always feel like a elite hacker, after spending a few minutes going through all the possibilities of the username/password combination for an account I haven’t used in a while. Anonymous will be recruiting me any minute.
My Life, My Way
Occasionally, I see patterns in media. So much has been produced there’s bound to be some overlap here and there, such as my previous compilation of “Hey” used in music. For some time now, I’ve noticed a reoccurring theme in some songs, namely the idea that it’s my life, and I’ll live it my way, and no one can tell me how, and I won’t back down etc. etc. Maybe it’s the rebellious nature of Rock and Roll, or maybe it’s just a common human sentiment. Regardless, I cobbled together some examples:
November
November November,
No more leaf splendor.
Commence blowing with my Black and Decker lawn cleanser.
Indivisible
This movie was made in 1989 and the older participants are in their 60s 70s and 80s. Note the clash of pledge versions. One person says “under god” while the rest, particularly the old woman leading it, does not. Because when they learned it as kids, prior to the 50s, it was not part of the Pledge.
Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pledge_of_Allegiance#Addition_of_.22under_God.22
Haunted Barn
My friend Sarah has a 7 year old girl who loves Halloween, and she looks forward to her annual Halloween party more than her birthday. Sadly, they were not able to have the party last year due to an untimely change in residence. The new place had a great barn though, so this year we made up for it by creating a Haunted Barn for her and her guests.
Slide Show:
Video:
The New Religion
This time of year, some people start getting excited for Christmas, despite not giving Halloween or Thanksgiving the attention it deserves. I’ve always maintained that we shouldn’t celebrate Christmas until we’ve given the holiday in front of us the attention it deserves. It kinda felt like that today when, among the excitement for Star Wars, I bought Back to The Future Marathon tickets for me and the kids.
http://www.cinemark.com/back-to-the-future-triple-feature.aspx
No More Door for a Week
You know how with dogs it really doesn’t matter what words you use, it’s the tone. You can say mean things in a sweet voice or good things in a mean voice etc. Children are not that much different. Turns out threatening to take away a bedroom door is just as effective as taking away video games or TV.
STOMP STOMP STOMP…
“So help me god, if you slam that door, you won’t have one anymore. I’ll take it right off the hinges.” The child stops, but still stands poised to slam the door.
“I’m going to get my tools right now!”
“No dad nooooo!”
Sears
My plug (the black one in the photo) has two prongs that are flat on one side, and one that is octagon shaped. The wiring harness that came with the replacement part had a different configuration (the white one shown in the photos is what Sears sent in the box). My plug has the octagon on one side, the one in the box has it in the middle.
The old motor has writing on it that shows the octagon port to be Negative the middle to be Ground and the top to be Positive. I don’t know if that helps.
The replacement motor itself fit fine but without the proper wiring harness I could not connect it.
I’d like to keep the motor and not have to return it and pay a return shipping fee. I just need a correct wiring harness.
It’s a 2002 Kenmore ColdSpot Model 106.72132101 Serial EM3430920.
In the Market
So I walk into the Lamborghini dealership in La Jolla, CA and the guy says, “are you interested in purchasing a new Lamborghini?” So I say, “no, I couldn’t possibly afford…a third one.” He doesn’t like that too much and I can tell I’ve worn out my welcome, so I head down the street to the Ferrari dealership. “Do you guys price match with Lamborghini, or is there a Groupon I could take advantage of?
Bottom line is, I’m not allowed back to either place without a bank statement.
Small Regrets
“Why did you give him up?” The group leader asked.
“Because I was naked, and they told me to.” She paused, remembering the experience. “After it was gone, I took a whole bottle of lotion and rubbed it all over me.” She paused again, staring somewhere out behind the others. “Besides, who loves anything one hundred percent anyway?”
“I do,” another said without hesitation. The rest nodded. “He did.”