Who Lives In A Pineapple Under The Sea???

I am the proud owner of a brown old school Zune...which I affectionately refer to as my turd.

Why did I choose a Zune over a far more popular iPod?

For one thing, I like being different. I'm not into "going along"

The second reason (and the much more motivating reason) was that I love a great deal. I thrive on great deals. I have a history of buying things simply because they are absurdly marked down. My turd was no exception. I got a 30 gig Zune for $99. For those of you who don't have tape on your glasses, 30 gig is a honking lot of space. In fact, as we speak, I have my entire musical collection on it, as well as three movies (Ghostbusters, Napoleon Dynamite, and Mallrats) and 4 episodes of Ghost Hunters (yes, I have the one in the lighthouse)....and I still have 9 gig free.

The Zune Marketplace (Microsoft's version of iTunes) is OK. That's where I subscribe to several Podcasts and buy my TV shows. I am steadfast in only buying music from Amazon (DRM free).

Anyway, the TV offerings in the Marketplace have been somewhat limited. Yes, Ghost Hunters is cool....but I longed for more....that is, until last weekend. Last weekend, everything changed. Last weekend, my Turd came to life in a way I can only describe as beautiful. Last weekend, the Marketplace started selling the first few seasons of Spongebob.

Oh, the joy of now watching "Pizza Delivery" (The Krusty Krab pizza is the pizza for you and me), "Dying for Pie", and "The Idiot Box". I actually fell asleep last night listening to "MuscleBob Buffpants". I am certain I slept with a smile on my face.

So, the next time I am down, I will simply put on my headphones and sing.....

F is for Friends who do stuff together.

U is for You and me.

N is for Anywhere and anytime at all.

Down here in the deep blue sea!

Yes, Tell Me More About Soybeans

It's not much of a secret that I would love to live in the Pacific Northwest. Between the wonderful climate, the endless outdoor activities, and the awesome sites of nature I think it would be so cool to be out there. Yes, I know it is outrageously expensive.....but I choose to ignore that fact. You got to have dreams.

However, living in central Illinois does have its pluses. A "traffic jam" means missing two rounds of lights at an intersection. Crime and crowds are also pretty minimal. And there are wonderful views of the corn and bean fields.

Many long to live the life of a farmer. Up early, to the sounds of a rooster crowing breathing in that fresh air (unless you have hogs) . Morning chores, then off to the nearest town's diner or grain elevator to have some coffee and shoot the bull with others. Then, back home to work more. And, scattered through the day, some great meals with fresh garden vegetables, fresh meat, and lots of gravy.

Well, while not living on a farm, I do think this lifestyle is pretty cool. So, just this week, in an attempt to connect to being a farmer, me and a buddy went to the annual Farm Progress Show, which is held near here.

For a paltry $7, I was admitted to one of the most amazing vendor shows that do not have "adult" sections. Here are just some of the cool things/vendors there:

• Gravedigger monster truck on display
• Lots and lots of cool 21st century tractors (including the ones with the tank treads)
• Tons of seed distributors
• Several "celebrities" from local farming radio shows
• Several fields where new equipment is being demonstrated
• Several informative displays set up by state government agencies (such as the EPA, FDA, etc)
• Several demos on how to train a horse
• A boatload of aweome food tents (pork chop sandwiches, 1/2 pound burgers, and pulled pork sandwiches).
• Booths with info from the various "meat councils"....Beef Council, Pork Council, etc.

But what makes this show is the swag....the freebies. I filled a shopping bag with goodies. Since I love lists, here is a sampling of what was in my bag when I got home:

• Two yard sticks (one flat one and one that is squared)
• Three flyswatters
• 3 packs of wildflower seeds
• 6 pens
• 4 pencils
• a Dodge doo rag (I expect to see a shot of PMaroun wearing it at the upcoming race)
• Hand cream
• a magnetic ruler
• a bumper sticker that says "We Love Vegetarians....more beef for us". You can guess where I got it
• A utility tool from Pioneer Seeds
• A tshirt
• two hats (one will likely result in Mrs. WHW getting a call from a soy cooking oil company --- sweet registration cards :>)
• a pair of gardening gloves

Here is close to what I was like there:

Video Footnote...pay close attention to the billboard at the beginning. Makes me laugh every time I see it.

But They Know What I Meant

One of the many challenges in parenting is thoroughly thinking out the various results associated with an edict handed down to the kids. I have been a parent now for 16 years, have five kids within my "span of command". Yet, virtually every statement of guidance I provide the squad results in unanticipated outcomes.

The most recent example.....

As you could probably guess, being five very unique boys, each has his own level of "morningness". A couple are early risers while the rest are spread out between slightly later to extreme laziness.

As a result, the early risers will frequently drain the "good" cereal, leaving Special K and Rice Krispies for the later risers. This usually generates some tough discussions between the boys. (as well as some cereal hoarding in the bedrooms)

Now, you may be thinking that "the early bird catches the worm"....so the cereal was an appropriate reward for the virtue of early rising. However, for two reasons I do not fall into this camp....

1. The early risers would intentionally overeat in order to deprive the later ones. To me, it's one thing to satisfy an appetite...it's another to do this.
2. As a kid, I was a late riser....so I have empathy for this group. Growing up, I was frequently left with a choice of either Grape Nuts or Cheerioes. The Quisp and Super Sugar Crisp was long gone when I made it to the kitchen....and it really ticked me off.

Anyway, to fulfill my parental obligations, I decided to try to correct this injustice. So, I told all boys that early risers were not allowed to completely drain a cereal box. The must leave something in the boxes for the later risers.

As I dropped this new law on them a few weeks ago, I was surprised at the global acceptance to it. In retrospect, that should have been a red flag.

Anyway, as expected, a substantial loop-hole was found and exploited almost immediately. As of today, I have five boxes of cereal in the cabinet, each with approximately one tablespoon of cereal in it. In some of the boxes, all that remains is simply cereal powder.

Now, no one wants to mix their cereals (but they have no problem mixing their sodas at Burger King). So, since I made the law, Mrs. WHW (who warned me to think it through more before enacting) has now mandated that I have to empty any box that no one else wants.

Sugar Frosted Flakes + Corn Flakes + Count Chocula + Mini Shredded Wheats + Fruit Loops is really going to suck tomorrow morning. But it should provide a nice sugar buzz until 11:00.

Sometimes Small Things Ain't So Damn Small

I was a big fan of Where's Waldo. With that in mind, I am going to list three of my many character flaws. I will then describe an event tonight. See how many times the flaws pop up in my behavior.

Confessions:

• I live for structure and predictability
• I frequently focus on "the little stuff"
• I am compulsive

Event:

One of my daily rituals (at least Sunday night through Thursday night) is that I iron my shirt for work the next day. I have done this for years. Dry cleaning is just too expensive....and after a few trips to the cleaners, buttons on my shirts start to crack. so, every night I get the ironing board out, warm up the iron, use some spray starch, and end up with a descent looking shirt.

I usually set the iron to heavy steam. Why???? Why not????? I live how steam and the starch make the front breast pocket look. Nice and crisp. Accents my pocket protector.

Since I like steam, I frequently have to put water into the iron. The iron came with a handy little spouted plastic container to use when filling the iron through its tiny hole. I ALWAYS keep the container in the same place....cabinet between stove and fridge, third shelf up, on the left.

As you can probably guess, tonight the container was not there!!! As I started a slow melt down, Mrs. WHW walked by and told me to simply use a cup, and to stop being a baby. From that point (in chronological order),

1. I considered not ironing tonight and wearing a semi-permanent pressed shirt tomorrow. Couldn't do this....I always iron.
2. I spent about 7.5 minutes looking for the container. No luck.
3. I thought I could unplug the iron, take it over to the sink, and fill it there. Decided it was too hot.
4. Started ironing without water, almost ironing over my hand twice because I continued looking around the kitchen for the container while I ironed.
5. Finished the collar and both sleeves, set the iron on the back of the board, and spent another 7 minutes looking for the container in the same places I had already looked.
6. Finally grabbed a cup, filled it with water, and tried to fill the iron.
7. Spilt over 2/3rds of the water on to the ironing board.
8. Let out a loud "arrrrgggghhh!"
9. Was told to keep it down. Kids were falling asleep.
10. Finished ironing the shirt, which ended up wet from the wet ironing board.

Footnote: As I sit in the dining room typing this I just noticed the container at the other end of the table. I hope a loud clap of thunder rolls up soon.....

SOB - A Fresh Start

I blog a lot about bathrooms. It's my thing, my bit, my shtick. It's my area of expertise. And I am a big advocate of sticking to your strengths. So......

Recently, my wife and I had a nice supper out together. No kids, no happy meals, no "mc" on the front of anything. An actual sit down, slow paced meal....with time spent chewing up and tasting the food. It was nice.

What topped the evening off for me was the restaurant's bathroom. I ducked in just before we left. And what I found is something I am growing more and more fond of. The Single Occupancy Bathroom (SOB). The kind that, as you walk in you lock the door. From then until you are completely finished, the room is yours. How great is that????

No sharing of noises or smells.....no uncomfortable urinal chats.....no witnessing of non-washing. Just you, the potty, the urinal, the TP, the sink, and the paper towel/hot air machine. A true sanctuary. Honest to goodness privacy.

Now, I am guessing many of you are hung up on the use of SOB to describe the ultimate dining based commodal experience. Well, I am one who likes to give things a second chance, a fresh start. Why should we stick SOB with only the negative??? Let's show a little love and give the SOB another chance.

Next time you come across a single occupancy bathroom, let the maitre d' know you appreciate the SOB. I am betting he will give you a wink and feel good the rest of the night....and so will you.

Marital Support

I love my wife.

As I have blogged before, she is, in many ways, my opposite. One of our differences is that she is normal and I am me.

When I first started blogging I asked her to look over my topics and offer some feedback.

I believe one of my first posts was about my favorite cereals. I can clearly remember her reaction...."Do you think someone else in the world wants to hear why you like Sugar Crisp more than Captain Crunch?". Fair question.

One of my next posts had to do with Sid and Marty Krofft. Again, after penning what I thought was a masterpiece, I was greeted with...."I just don't think people really care about your observations of H. R. Puffenstuff." Ouch.

After this reaction, I sensed Mrs. WHW wasn't interested in screening my posts. My senses were confirmed when she said, "I don't want to read any more of your posts." So, I proceeded on, with only an occasional mention to her about my blog.

She was intrigued when our dog, Spike started blogging. She was completely puzzled when Aunt Potty showed up. She was mortified when I shared my bathroom story about Burger King. She was amused when I blogged about my "encounters" with unique people.

Fast forward to this evening. Out of the blue, she asked if I still "wrote goofy stuff online". I acknowledged that I did. I then showed her my post of dancing aliens, which triggered a chuckle. I then showed her my nerd test. After immediately pointing out a place where I said "point" instead of "noint", she seemed to enjoy the test.

Then she asked, "Does anyone ever read these?" I showed her my statcounter report. She smiled and said, "I would never had guessed 40 people in a day would want to read about your intestinal issues."

She sure has a way to distill an observation to a single thought. Another way we are opposites.

Dancing Alien = Reasonable Mortgage

In college, I majored in Computer Science. Not Advertising, not Marketing, but CS. So, I understand how web pages (including web ads) are created....I just don't get the connection/thought behind some of them.

Specifically, can someone from an ad agency (possibly Darrin Stephens from MacMahon and Tate) explain these specific ones for a Mortgage company

1. An ad that is simply a dancing clown.


2. An ad that is a dancing alien


3. An ad that has one or two dancing girls who are "surprised" to see the camera recording them.

It's not like these ads are only on oddball websites. They pop up on some of the big hitters....which I would guess means they paid big bucks for the space. For that kind of exposure, I would expect a better hook.

Of course, it can be argued that since I remember them, they must be effective. What an expert who applies this logic fails to understand is that I refuse to click on their ad simply because they are STUPID!!!

Because I am in a generous mood tonight....I am giving these advertising experts a better idea for a mortgage company web ad......

The ad opens with a wide angle, distant shot of a subdivision. It zooms to the sidewalk in front of a nice suburban house with the black suited backs of two large men in the bulk of the pic, and a wide-eyed child sitting at a lemonade stand in front of them. As the camera pans around, the two large men, who are now gesturing to the kid to "pay up" are "surprised" to see the camera, and put their hands over their mouths.

Run with it, folks. It will work. Trust me. It screams loans.

Addendum: Add a Stupid dancing robot to the list above.

Addendum II: Add a Stupid dancing wizard to the list above.

Inching Toward Prune Juice

Milk and I used to be friends.

When I was nine I was diagnosed with an ulcer. Following conventional wisdom at the time, my parents began making sure I ate more cottage cheese and drank a lot of milk.

I grew to enjoy milk (except that white water many call "Skim") and its dairy brethren. All seemed well. Then, about 15 years ago I started having "issues". You know, rumbly in my tumbly issues. Issues that I have blogged about many times over. So, I went to a doctor and was tested for lactose intolerance.

Now, I have always been a tolerant soul. And sure enough, the test was negative...which, I believe is a double negative --- negative lactose intolerance = lactose tolerance.

So I continued down the dairy path, depending on it as one of my sources of chocolate, strawberry, and cereal lubricant (sounds sort of dirty). Yet, my issues continued.

So, about 5 years ago I decided to try going almost dairy free (still have cottage cheese and an occasional Blizzard). It seemed to help my issues. Unfortuntately, it also magnified the effect when I did have dairy. Really magnified. I mean really, to the degree of being able to clear out an auditorium type of magnification.

All this brings me to another sobering event in my life, that happened this evening. As I stood in the grocery store looking for my preferred brand of......SOY MILK, I was approached by a very sweet elderly woman who proceeded to point out to me the best soy for a sensitive, OLDER digestive system. I wanted to let out a blood curdling scream and run from the store like the mob running from the Blob.

However, I held it together, thanked her for her kindness, grabbed a couple containers of the brand "preferred 4 to 1", and headed for the exit. I sobbed to myself all the way home.

I am beginning to think buying Mrs. WHW's "special time" stuff is easier than I thought.

Merv

If you have a blog called Television and Stuff, you have some basic responsibilities. Rule #1...the Prime Directive....address all big news related to Television.

To that, I bid my respects to Merv Griffin. This is the man that created Jeopardy. That alone would put him high on the TV all-time list of accomplishments. But that was only the start for Merv. Toss in Wheel of Fortune and his talk show and you have a Daytime Emmy winner.

Every time I think of Merv, I think of Kramer putting the set from the Merv Griffin Show in his apartment.

Seems fitting to close with it.

Childhood 2.0

Here I sit, 44 years old. Yes, I am an old fart. Yet, there is a valid argument that physical age is but one element to the determination of one's overall age. OK....fancy way of saying you can be old but not mature.

I believe my maturity process stopped around 8th grade. For example,

1. Last year I bought a radar detector. Not the fanciest one. I didn't buy it because I am a pathological speeder. Why did I buy it? Because, as I have told the kids, its cool to think I have a force field around me...especially at night. It's like the sensors on the Enterprise....detecting things off in the distant that I can't see. Gets me giddy just thinking about it now.
2. We are just three days away from youngest W's 5th birthday. Being child #5 (especially son #5) gets him a lot of motherly attention. But it also gets him a ton of hand-me-downs. If the toy isn't destroyed....or the shirt/pants are not reduced to threads, the littlest man gets them. So, I decided tonight to take him to Toys-R-Us shopping for birthday gift ideas. Again, I had a lot of things at home that I probably should have been doing....but the chance to speed quality time with the smallest W and play with some of those new toys was too much to pass up. So, I took a small notebook and a pen, and we walked up and down every aisle looking at, discussing, and testing toys. Those that made his cut were added to his shopping list. Surprisingly, we were able to keep the list under 20 items. "He" played with some very cool Batman toys, as well as checked out some really neat Moon Sand. We closed the place down.

Yes, the second item sounds like a sweet father-son evening....and I guess it was. But the overall picture here is my refusal to be a 44 year old. Seems like every time I try to act my age, I start to feel old.

So, until further notice, I will be over in the corner (at least mentally) having fun with my SuperFriends set. You can either be Aquaman, or leave me alone. Its up to you.

Nerd Analyzer - The Explanation

Some might think I dedicate a lot of time thinking up goofy things like my last post. However, this typically isn't the case. In a Television and Stuff exclusive, I am going to explain why I came up with the Analyzer. Then, you will all know "The Rest Of The Story".

I like electronic gadgets. Not sure if its a guy thing, a techie thing, or a WHW thing. Anyway, I recently purchased a cool little gadget, the Canary Wireless Detector. Here is a pic of it....

The idea behind this is that I can be anywhere and with the push of a button see any wireless networks in the area along with if they are open or secured. Pretty cool, isn't it (Those of you with Noint totals over 300 are probably googling this right now :).

When I got it, Mrs. WHW gave me a couple funny looks, but said nothing. Then, recently, as I was walking Spike I decided to take it along. I wanted to see where all the wireless networks are in my town. I'm not planning on using any of them...I'm just nosey. It is also cool to see what some people name their wireless networks. I have see "F*** Off" and "GetYourOwn" as creative names.

Anyway, upon coming in from my nightly walk with Spike the other day, I eagerly (almost child-like) told Mrs. WHW about the "F' Off" network near by. She asked how I knew about it. When I told her, she stared for a couple seconds and said, "You are such a nerd!".

Ouch.

After trying to debate her for a few minutes, I decided to write the Analyzer and see if she was right. Now I need to tweak it so I am right.

All I Need Is Tape Between My Lenses

Websters defines Nerd as "an unstylish, unattractive, or socially inept person; especially : one slavishly devoted to intellectual or academic pursuits ". Hmmmm...slavishly. That sounds cool.

Since I'm not sure what this means, I am unable to determine if I do, in fact, qualify as a nerd. So, I decided to come up with "The Nerd Analyzer". It is a simple set of questions with Nerd Points (or Noints). Total them up at the end and see where you stand.

The Nerd Analyzer

1. Do you own any Star Trek memorabilia? (add up all that apply)

• No - 0 Noints
• I own a phaser - 25 Noints
• I own a tricorder - 25 points
• I cherish an autographed pic of Shatner - 75 Noints

2. Which are you most comfortable at? A social gathering(yes, women are there) or a .NET User's Group?

• Social Gathering - 0 Noints
• .NET User Group - 25 Noints
• If you said neither, because I use Linux - 100 Noints

3. Do you frequently where a t-shirt with either Microsoft, IBM, Sun, or Google on it?

• No - 0 Noints
• Yes - 50 Noints
• No, but I have "Apple Rules" tattooed on my chest - 100 Noints

4. A grandparent dies, leaving you $5,000. What is your first thought on how to spend it?

• Put it in your savings account - -25 Noints
• Go get that Duo Core laptop with 2 gig of memory that you have had your eye on for months - 50 Noints
• A 60" high def TV so you can watch the upcoming Dr. Who Marathon - 100 Noints
• A year's subscription to MSDN - Call for help now

5. Have you ever written and/or debugged assembler code...and enjoyed it?

• What is assembler code? - -25 Noints
• Yes I have - 50 Noints
• I wouldn't have had to but that idiot next to me performed a NAND operation before moving a hex 13 into register 2. - 250 Noints

6. What is your favorite beverage?

• Water - 0 Noints
• Milk (skim) - 0 Noints
• Milk (whole) - 10 Noints
• Coffee - 20 Noints
• Coke/Pepsi - 25 Noints
• Mountain Dew - 100 Noints
• Red Bull with an Amp chaser - 110 Noints (and you need to see a heart specialist soon)

7. How much time do you spend in front of the computer on a daily basis?

• Less than 2 hours - 0 Noints
• Between 2 hours and 5 hours - 25 Noints
• Between 6 hours and 10 hours - 50 Noints
• I never leave - 100 Noints

8. How many blogs do you manage?

• 0 - 0 Noints
• 1 - 10 Noints
• 2 - 20 Noints
• More than 2 - 50 Noints
• Blogs are so 2006, dude - 100 Noints

9. How many of these technologies are you familiar with? Twitter, MySpace, WordPress, PHP, and HTML.

• 0 - 1 - 0 Noints
• 2 - 3 - 10 Noints
• all 5 - 20 Noints
• "hey, you forgot FaceBook and Ruby" - 100 Noints

10. Have you ever hugged your TV or Computer (and I mean hugged)?

• No - 0 Noints
• Yes - 50 Noints
• I refuse to answer because my iPod will get jealous - 100 Noints

Now, add up your totals and compare to the chart below:

• 0 - 50 Noints - You are normal. Not sure why you are even reading this blog.
• 51 - 199 Noints - You are a closet Nerd. You need to be honest with yourself.
• 200 - 400 Noints - Nice pocket protector
• More than 400 Noints - How's life in your parents' basement?

For the record, I had 450 Noints. Surprise anyone??

Can Someone Shut That Window?

Many moons ago I blogged about being forgetful with regards to my fly. My hope was that this was one of those isolated incidents. I guess I didn't hope enough.

About three weeks ago I was invited to a meeting that included several people from my department's top leadership. While I am not an image person, I still realize that I can't be a complete buffoon around them.

As a side note, I have this phobia/fear that I will be in a meeting with some big shots, and have the human "2 minute warning" hit me. So, I make it a point to take care of all my business prior to any big meeting. (I am guessing you are sensing where this is going).

Flash back to 15 minutes before the meeting. I walk over to the building where the meeting is being held. I then use the bathroom directly outside the "leadership zone". I did this in case there was any noise or residual aroma. Another phobia is walking out of a stall where I just completely blitzed the surrounding air, only to see the department's VP...coming out of the stall next to me.

Anyway, I went from the bathroom, around a corner and into the special big room with thick carpeting where the meeting was being held. There were already several of the major players in the room. Since I seem to have a bit of a reputation in my department (go figure), just about everyone looked up when I entered and gave me a standard SUP? (or something like that). Sort of boosted my ego a little. They know me.

Well, as is always the case, whenever I start to experience a little pride, my guardian angel brings me back to earth. This time was no exception. I sat down next to a Director I know. It was then I felt it....the cold breeze below "the equator" that tells me the door is not only unlocked, but is wide open.

A quick glance down verified my worst fears. I had, in fact, strolled into a meeting with leadership, sporting an open barn door. Damn damn damn.

Of course, my next challenge was how to discretely close said barn door. I ended up pretending to drop a pen. Then, in a series of synchronized moves, I used my left hand to close the door, while distracting with my right hand. Looking back, my little act likely attracted a lot more attention than if I had simply reached done and zipped my fly.

Sometimes I am such a dork. Ok, almost all the time I am a dork.

OK, I am a dork.

Thoughts on Gum

The other day, as I stood in the checkout line at Kroger, I was struck with thoughts about gum.

My preference is bubble over chewing. I know others who prefer chewing gum. While I find these people pompous, I recognize their right to choose.

As I surveyed the shelves, the way gums have changed became apparent.

Think about it......

First we have the Chewing Gums(CG's):

• First group of CG's are The Old Timers. These would incude Blackjack, Beemans, Teaberry, and Clove. I still find an occasional pack of Beemans...and enjoy it. Hey, it is good enough for Chuck Yeager, good enough for me. Lots of respect for Chuck.
• The next group are TEAM WRIGLEY. These include Spearmint, Doublemint, and my fav Juicyfruit. Juicyfruit was the closest thing to candy that gum at that time could get to. Also, let's throw Chicklets and Dentyne in here. Not sure if Wrigley made them....but I think they belong in this group.
• Finally, we come to the NEW WAVE CHEWING GUMS. These start off with Big Red, but quickly head to gums like Winterfresh, Eclipse and Orbit. I am particularly bothered by the more recent entries. When I think of gum, I think of sticks. I think of long packages. (Chicklets excuded). But these are individually packaged mints. They are blurring the mint/gum line...and I don't like that.

Now we jump over the Bubble Gums (BG's, not to be confused with Maurice, Robin, Barry, and occasionally Andy). Instead of grouping them, let's just call them out.

• Bazooka - Bazzoka Joe comics, that guy with the turtle neck pulled over his mouth. The gum was usually pretty darn hard.
• Big League Chew - Gum that looks like chewing tobacco. Brilliant. While at it, consider bubble gum cigarettes and cigars.
• Dubble Bubble - Always seem to get this one at Halloween. I did not like the white powdery substance on it.
• Rain-Blo - Usually around during Easter. Held its taste for about 15 seconds. The kissing cousin to the 25 cent gumballs in machines.
• Hubba-Bubba - Part of the hard core gum chewing movement in the early 80's. Cubes of dense bubble gum.
• Bubblicious - See Hubba-Bubba.
• Bubble Yum - See Bubblicious. Actually, this is my favorite from this bubble genre.
• Baseball Card Gum - I have never seen gum so thin and brittle. When tapped against the table it would literally shatter.

Although I know I have missed a couple, I think this gets the point across.

Next time you enjoy a piece of gum, think of the heritage you are chewing. As they say, "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants". (BTW, if you check out the "giants" link let me know if the entry makes any sense at all. Goofy Wikipedia).

Way Back Machine

In a nostalgic mood this evening. Decided to play around with some of the cool new stuff on the web; specifically, Facebook, Twitter, and Pownce.

The irony of the evening has been that, while checking out these hot, new technologies, I ended up going over the YouTube and watching old (70's/80's) TV and music videos.

Stuff like:



and



and (damn, John Candy was funny)



and, of course



and, in my humble opinion, the finest show ever on television



The true test of any new technology....how does it handle the classics.