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Saturday, September 25, 2004

Cali to New York

This is a lot like the trip Amy and I took when we moved here, except that we didn't get to enjoy the mountains quite as much. Sweet!

God vs. Bush



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Mean Jeanne

Well, boys and girls, Jeanne is on the way and ready to make landfall somewhere North of us tonight. We're battened back down, same as before (for review) and essentially ready for what-may-come.



The latest news is that while this is not an incredibly powerful hurricane, she has more consistent power than Frances did. And more importantly for those of us in Broward County, she's much more powerful in the South. Frances, by the time she reached us, had that funny shape with the severely weakened bottom end.

So this hurricane is faster and not any more powerful overall, but in terms of geography, she's going to wreak more havoc on us.

And in consideration of that, do whatever you do when a friend is headed for trouble: pray, send us good vibes, bake a cake in our honor, ship us a little spot of your extra karma. Whatever it is. Just in our general direction, please, because we're surrounded by several million folks who'll need it, too.

In the meantime, I'm still planning on starting work on Monday. And if I can, I'm still going to ride my bike there. Once I figure out how to keep a dress shirt looking good after it's been stuffed in a backpack.

It's amazing how this hurricane thing works. It blows through, throws a bunch of crap all over the place, and then zing the sun is back out, it's 95 degrees. Which would be nice if you're on vacation, but when you've got a huge mess to clean up, it sucks. Also, it means that (as long as there's power) you go right back to whatever you were doing before the storm came.

Friday, September 24, 2004

Storm Watch

So tell us Jer, how's the steady destruction of all things Florida working into your new job and weekend plans?

I now have a gutter on my garage, just one gutter, the other will go up tonight. I'll post the exciting pictures once I find the camera and figure out how to get the pics off it.

What a freakin' ludite!

I discovered the library this week. I mean I knew it was there but come on, all the cd's and dvd's you can burn with a little patience. It's like a shopping spree.

If we do go to a monarchy I hope the King keeps libraries and the postal service.

Larkin

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Live from Scottsdale, Arizona

I'm writing in from my room at the Scottsdale Plaza Resort. I flew in yesterday for experience '04 - the HP National Sales Event. My purpose? In a nutshell, to take photos of some brand new digital entertainment products that HP is here demonstrating for their salesforce.



Since yesterday afternoon I have:
  • Paid waaay too much for the rental of a vehicle that I didn't want
  • Drove, apparently the long way, from Scottsdale to Sun City West to visit my mother and step-dad and back again
  • Hunted down a twelve hundred dollar set of rental lights that I was expecting to have been delivered to my room prior to my arrival
  • Walked around the resort - saw the "Largest Hottub in Arizona"
  • Dropped in on multiple training sessions
  • Schmoozed the clients
  • Had a killer Maker's manhattan - on the rocks, for a change
  • Made a mental note to get a massage on Friday
Also, Arizona is experiencing a cold spell, so the weather has been sunny and in the upper eighties. I had to wear my long underwear today.

Monday, September 20, 2004

There's this hot looking . . . thing by the pool

Amy came into the house with a wild look on her face a couple of days ago. "There's something by the pool!" she said.

Indeed, there was.





I've seen larger iguanas out on the golf course, but this is the largest lizard we've ever had as a house guest.

Seeing them always reminds me of that sweet spoof on one of those smut/gossip TV shows from So I Married An Axe Murderer: "Iguana be in pictures."

Pixar rocks

The Incredibles looks, well . . . incredible. It's the kind of thing I think everyone will enjoy, but being 30 and just on the edge of a slower metabolism, a larger waist, less energy, etc. etc., the concept of a bunch of past-their-prime super-heros just seems like gold.