I haven’t eaten sauerkraut in over twenty years, but last night I had a small craving for it. After eating it, I don’t think I’ll have it again for another twenty years.
Jimmy Kimmel has Mike Myers and Tears for Fears for guests last night, for a moment I forgot what decade I was in.
‘Modern Family’ made a The Miracle Worker reference last night, and I have a feeling that went over the majority of its audience’s heads. I’m bet the water scene is the most memorable part of the movie. To my surprise, that movie has a 100% score on Rotten Tomatoes.
Funny line from last night’s ‘Survivor’ from a contestant’s father, “Wesley’s a good kid, he ain’t been in jail yet.”
Our local Hallmark store sent us as Christmas card that arrived in the mail yesterday.
For my fellow U2 fans that didn’t catch U2’s EMA peformance – MTV.com
I finally got around to reading the Rolling Stone issue with U2 on the cover:
The journalist compared Bono to Kirk and Edge to Spock, which really is a great way to look at their friendship.
One part of the article talks about the Edge working on a secondary sound and modified guitar part for hours upon end. Bono offered Edge some advice that didn’t really work out, but the next morning Edge states, “It was the wrong idea, but it lead to the right idea.” I found a major life lesson in that. Sometimes when working on a problem, what you think might be helpful doesn’t really contribute, but a good way to look at it is that overall, it helped you get to the right solution or destination.
Bono and Steve Jobs had a major falling out to the point “go f— was used” (by whom, it doesn’t say), but patched things up before his death.
I like how honest Larry and Adam are about their disappointment in No Line On The Horizon.
Bono mentions that when it’s all said and done, our loved ones will remember us not for our achievements and most profound moments, but for our least profound moments. I’d agree with that, when I think about my mom and dad it’s always the little things that I miss. Mom never used a fork and knife to eat her waffles. She buttered the waffle and wiped it across the small pond of syrup on her plate. Dad’s routine when he got home was to change out of his work clothes and I remember how meticulous he was hanging up his pants, making sure the crease was just right as he put them on a hanger.
Their next album, Songs of Experience, should drop in about 18-months. The idea is to have the indoor Songs of Innocence tour jump outdoors then the companion albums is released. I’m not sure what all that means regarding concert experience but I’m looking forward to it. One of the songs is about a dialog between a younger and older Bono.
“I see love as a decision not made in the heat of the moment. I see it as an enduring that that doesn’t depend on feelings to verify it, though it’s great when they do.”
Bono’s wife is a big fan of The Fray. They are with the band one evening and Bono toasts them ending it with, “In Ireland, it’s in every writer’s diary: Beware of the cradle at the bottom of the stairs. That’s all I’ll say to you.” I have no idea what that means and even Googled that phrase to no avail.
I own 5 pair. Bull hide, Ostrich, Justin Ropers, regular ol' pair of black boots (that I never wear) and a pair of Red Wing work boots (that I wear as little as possible!).
We saw a commercial for Kimmel's show last night, and I literally looked over at my wife and asked "Is Kimmel broadcasting his show from 1990?"
No boots here. No cowboy hat, either. Of course, I don't have an oil well or cattle, and I don't ride a horse to work every day, either. RPM – you having multiple pairs doesn't throw off the percentage of Texan men that has boots, but it sure does affect the per capita percentage. Seems like you've got both me & Geeding covered. Thanks!
It also never ceases to amaze me at how often I see lawyers make court appearances with boots on, especially in smaller counties. But hey, it's Texas, why not?
I think the label for today's dose of 'Murica is incorrect – to truly be the most 'Murican action figure, its other hand should be clutching a Bible (KJV, of course).
I never finished my degree either. I was already a pretty indifferent student, making A's in subjects that interested me, barely, if at all, scraping by in the subjects that didn't. When a job opportunity came up with what I thought at the time was the organization I wanted to join, I jumped at it and moved out of state. That ended up not working out, and I wandered a little bit, but once I got my act together, the lack of degree hasn't hindered me, as I've stacked successes at awesome organizations, to where the lack of degree doesn't really hinder me from pursuing a new, higher level opportunity. At this point, frankly, if the organizations weed out process is so stringent that they aren't budging on the degree, they aren't really the kind of dynamic organization I'm interested in. Early on, the degree hindered me, as it was tough to find those willing to think outside the box and give me a chance, but once the door was opened I haven't let it shut.
"beware of the cradle" is a reference to how Ali was seemingly flirting with the much younger band members in The Fray. In other words, Bono was insinuating that The Fray is the new U2, and even his wife was attracted to the younger (cradle) version who hadn't yet ascended (the stairs). At least that's the way I read it.
Everyone in San Antonio has at least one pair. I've got three, but I'm female.
My dad has a few, one pari for special occasions, one pair for dirty work and one pair for "not that dirty" dirty work.
I own 5 pair. Bull hide, Ostrich, Justin Ropers, regular ol' pair of black boots (that I never wear) and a pair of Red Wing work boots (that I wear as little as possible!).
That has to throw off the algorithm somehow.
We saw a commercial for Kimmel's show last night, and I literally looked over at my wife and asked "Is Kimmel broadcasting his show from 1990?"
No boots here. No cowboy hat, either. Of course, I don't have an oil well or cattle, and I don't ride a horse to work every day, either. RPM – you having multiple pairs doesn't throw off the percentage of Texan men that has boots, but it sure does affect the per capita percentage. Seems like you've got both me & Geeding covered. Thanks!
It also never ceases to amaze me at how often I see lawyers make court appearances with boots on, especially in smaller counties. But hey, it's Texas, why not?
I think the label for today's dose of 'Murica is incorrect – to truly be the most 'Murican action figure, its other hand should be clutching a Bible (KJV, of course).
Three of the five residents in the house own cowboy boots.
I never finished my degree either. I was already a pretty indifferent student, making A's in subjects that interested me, barely, if at all, scraping by in the subjects that didn't. When a job opportunity came up with what I thought at the time was the organization I wanted to join, I jumped at it and moved out of state. That ended up not working out, and I wandered a little bit, but once I got my act together, the lack of degree hasn't hindered me, as I've stacked successes at awesome organizations, to where the lack of degree doesn't really hinder me from pursuing a new, higher level opportunity. At this point, frankly, if the organizations weed out process is so stringent that they aren't budging on the degree, they aren't really the kind of dynamic organization I'm interested in. Early on, the degree hindered me, as it was tough to find those willing to think outside the box and give me a chance, but once the door was opened I haven't let it shut.
"beware of the cradle" is a reference to how Ali was seemingly flirting with the much younger band members in The Fray. In other words, Bono was insinuating that The Fray is the new U2, and even his wife was attracted to the younger (cradle) version who hadn't yet ascended (the stairs). At least that's the way I read it.
Everyone in San Antonio has at least one pair. I've got three, but I'm female.
My dad has a few, one pari for special occasions, one pair for dirty work and one pair for "not that dirty" dirty work.