A few weeks ago a reporter from the Knoxville Business Journal came out to our coworking meetup to do an article, which ran yesterday. Pretty good stuff in there. I’d invite anyone who’s working at home to come out and see what coworking is all about. We’re still working long term on building a foundation to get some actual workspace.
Still meeting Wednesday afternoons at Panera on Kingston Pike (across from Kroger in Bearden). Come out and see what it’s all about!
Welcome to the June 16, 2008 edition of carnival of local political gaffes. This is the first edition of the carnival, and there wasn’t much notice for submission, so contributions were light overall, but there is plenty of great stuff here, at least if you live in Tennessee.
TN House Majority Leader Gary Odom to get hitched–“He’s older than her parents, and she’s younger than his children, but at least the 56 year old House Majority Leader waited for the Capitol Hill intern and beauty queen to turn 24 before marrying her.”
So next week should be a little more extensive with submissions outside of TN as well. Submit your blog article to the next edition of carnival of local political gaffes. To submit an article just click here. Submissions are due by Sunday.
A lot of people are worried about these unstable financial times. A few years ago Dave Chappelle tried to help America, but I’m not sure how many people listened. I don’t think you have to be down with the Wu to understand how funny this is, but references to the Ol’ Dirty Bastard help if you know a little something about him (or Dirt McGirt). We can only speculate as to why he wasn’t able to be at the conference.
Yeah.Â That’s the real problem with baseball.Â It’s not their looking the other way with steroids a la the WWE.Â It’s not the designated hitter (why not have 9 offensive player and 9 defensive players?).
The problem is that there is no instant replay?
George Will is a lot smarter than me, and he’s way better at getting people to agree with him than I am.Â You’re better off just reading his thoughts.
In the NFL, coaches’ challenges, which trigger replays, contribute to the sense that a game consists of about seven minutes of action — seriously: Use a stopwatch, and you will confirm that — encrusted with three hours of pageantry, hoopla and instant-replay litigation.
This along with countless other things that never seem to end here in good ol’ East Tennessee make it really hard to keep up with all the idiotic things local politicians do. I could do what I normally do (complain or nothing), but I’ve decided instead to do something fun with it.
Probably the biggest factor that keeps local politicians from being more than just local are the idiotic messes they get themselves into. The Carnival of Local Political Gaffes aims to shed light on these small timers and give them the credit they deserve.
There’s enough going on locally to make this Carnival fairly extensive. I can’t wait to find out what is going on in the rest of the country. Submissions are due by 6 pm on Sundays. If you’re interested in hosting the Carnival, contact me.
Until Rock Band for Wii is released. I’m so looking forward to the hours I’m sure to lose learning to play the drums. I’ve been getting amped up for this release by watching guys who are good at it play on YouTube–the ultimate in dorkdom.
I’ve always heard that Neil Peart of Rush is an amazing drummer, but I never fully understood why until I was able to watch what it takes to play Tom Sawyer on Rock Band. This guy is good–and it’s cool the way he has the cameras set up so you can see the foot pedal, drum pads, and the screen at the same time.
Rooster and I formerly served as officers for our rugby club.Â It is rare that people who hold these positions are asked to speak on topics other than club members who have not yet paid their membership dues, and most relish these opportunities.Â In his own eloquent way, Rooster makes sure his feelings about public speaking are well known.
Taylor says don’t leave voice mail–she has your number from the missed call.Â She’d prefer that you text her instead.
I say the exact opposite.Â If you call my phone, leave a voice mail if you want me to call you back.Â If you call and don’t leave a message, I’ll assume you only called me because you were bored and I’m the most entertaining person you know–you didn’t really want anything in particular or you would have left a message.
And don’t send me a text.Â Texting is for communicating at loud places (like concerts), quite places (like church), and talking in front of people who you don’t want to hear your conversation (like people at concerts, libraries, and churches).
Sending a text message to and from a mobile phone is like sending a fax over a land line.Â If you don’t need to fax it, you don’t need to text it.Â Just leave me a voice mail.
And please, enough with the naked photos.Â Until you get a phone with a higher resolution camera, use a real camera and email me the pic.Â Or buy a Polaroid and snail mail it.Â Or fax it.
A few of my friends have a long thread of emails going that was initiated by Clint Eastwood bitch slapping Spike Lee.Â It has evolved into a discussion over the merits of each of their movies.Â I’ve spent most of my time on the sidelines of this discussion; all I really needed to do was type in the word “Unforgiven” to get my point across.
I’m not much of a movie critic…most fall into the category “really good”, like Juno (take that HM) or “that sucked”, like “Starship Troopers”.Â As I’ve said before, picking movies is a complicated matter.Â Luckily, my old age has allowed me to hone my criteria for what constitutes a good movie down to a pretty simple litmus test…
If it ain’t got Jackie Gleason chasin’ Burt Reynolds I ain’t gonna bother watchin’ it.
It seems like the biggest difference between has been rockers and has been rappers is how they get involved with drugs after their careers or over.Â Old rockers go to rehab.Â Old rappers start slingin’.
Warren G. got busted this morning for possession with intent to sell.Â Actually, that sounds a little like a stretch.Â I’m sure Warren G. and his companion weren’t actually intending to sell any of this.Â It was early in the morning when they were arrested…I’m sure they hadn’t been awake long enough to consume the product down to a simple possession charge.