As the days to Andy's wedding draw close, I have been spending a lot of time sorting through my music collection, picking just the right songs to play at the wedding reception. This process is two-fold; not only must good songs be included, but bad ones must be excluded. Good songs are defined as songs that people know, like, and would want to dance to. Additionally, good songs should elicit some sort of emotional response. Bad songs are generally defined as ones people don't know, are annoying,
Saturday night, Andy and I cruised over to Buffalo Wild Wings to eat some wings, drink some beer, and watch the Ultimate Fighting Championship Pay Per View for free. Watching fights like these are completely different when you're in a public venue. Buffalo Wild Wings was jam packed with excitement and testosterone. Despite the 30-minute wait outside the restaurant to get a table, we had a blast watching all six fights, which were being broadcast on over a dozen televisions and three giant projec
On June 2nd, my life-long buddy Andy will be getting married to his sweet soulmate Lea. On that special day I get to wear two completely different hats: during the ceremony I'll be serving as a groomsman, while later at the reception party I'll be the DJ. One thing I can guarantee you is that between those two roles I will be definitely be changing clothes.
Over the past week or so I've begun collecting and compiling the music which will be played during the reception. If you think I take an
I was skimming through online ads last night looking at cars when I ran across this one, posted by a fellow named George:
I am an OU student. I sell this car because I am graduating and relocating next week. This car is very well maintained and with good condition. Engine is very quite and sound system is excellent. Drive very smoothly. One tire was changed recently. Luxury equipment including leather, compass, cruise, compass. Please contact George via 405-xxx-xxxx to arrange a watch. Thank
Our Saturday began around 5am when the kids decided to get up. The Community Center was hosting a "kids only" garage sale today, and Mason decided he wanted to have one. Unfortunately he didn't decide to help much in the preparation of said sale -- that was left to mommy. Around 7am, Susan and Mason left the house, headed for the garage sale. Morgan came and sat down in our bed. I gave her the television remote, which she enjoyed pressing random buttons on for a few minutes.
Part of the reas
As most of you are aware, Susan had lapband surgery about a month ago. Before deciding to have the surgery, Susan meticulously researched all the effects the surgery would have on her. We both knew that lapband surgery would be a drastic change for her. What I’m not sure either of us realized is how much of an impact her surgery would have on ME.
When you first have lapband surgery, your stomach is reduced to about one cup in size (8 oz) – later, the band is constricted down to hold about ha
This evening, I began a project I’ve been putting off for at least a couple of years now – converting all of my CDs to MP3s. At last count I had close to 1,200 music CDs. At approximately 5 minutes per conversion, that’s 100 hours of work ahead of me. Of course there’s very little manual labor involved in converting them; you simply insert a CD, click a button, wait five minutes, and remove the CD when the conversion is complete. Still, I’ve got to sit close by the computer to click buttons and
At precisely 11:30pm, I round the final corner heading back home. With each passing step a bit more water seeps into my tennis shoes. Rain drips from the brim of my hat, running down onto my face. The cold rainwater running down my back makes me wonder if an iPod carries enough juice to electrocute me.
May 1st we began our second yearly work diet contest. Instead of putting in a hundred bucks all at once like we did for last year’s three-month contest, this time we’re doing $20 monthly buy-
It’s 4:53 AM, according to my truck’s radio. I remember falling asleep in the driver’s seat; my tailbone still aches. Now I find myself in the back seat, using a combination of kid toys and coats for a pillow. The imprint of a seatbelt digs deep into my side. The high-pitched buzz of mosquitoes circling around my head makes it tough to fall back asleep. I dig around in the floorboard and find one of Mason’s windbreakers, which I use to cover my head and drown out the noise of mosquitoes and rain
How many times have you uttered the phrase, “Not even if you paid me”? Earlier this week my friend Stephen asked me if I would be interested in going to see REO Speedwagon in concert. My initial response was, “Not even if you paid me.” But I guess in the end that was a lie, because I both went and got paid.
At Riverwind Casino, with each concert ticket purchased, players get a $10 credit applied to their gamer’s card. Friday night at Riverwind also happens to be “Men’s Night,” where all men
Last week, after almost seven years of service, I ended my Netflix account. There were no hard feelings – I still love Netflix and I hope that they pummel Blockbuster and their crappy late fees into bankruptcy – but things change over seven years time.
Thanks to the wonderful world of high speed Internet access, I now download tons of movies, shows, and documentaries to watch every week – more than we could possibly watch in a lifetime, many of which aren’t readily available for sale or ren
My sister and brother-in-law need to part with their "puppy", a great dane. If you or anyone you know is looking for a free dog, here's a wonderful opportunity for you. If no one takes him in then they are going to torture him with a hot poker and laugh about it. Okay, not really. Instead he will probably go to the pound where someone may adopt him or they may put him to sleep. Are you willing to live with that on your conscious? I thought not.
About two weeks ago we had an unusually cold spell of weather sweep through Oklahoma. During that flap of weather, we discovered our home’s heater was no longer working. Dad and I messed around with it for a few minutes Easter Day before deciding neither of us knew what the problem was. After spending one night too many cuddled around the gas fireplace, we called our local HVAC repairman out to the house.
On the first trip, the repairman said that some part of the furnace had been damaged by
Out of all the people in the United States, we, the O’Hara clan, have been recruited to join a highly prestigious and select group of individuals. (And no, it’s not to join the Star League to defend the frontier against Xur and the Ko-Dan armada.)
We have been chosen to become a Neilsen TV Ratings Family.
Ok, so it’s not exactly an elite group – over one million people are selected each year to participate. In fact, given the odds, it’s fairly surprising we haven’t already done this befo
Last night while watching one of those "extreme skateboarding" television shows, I was reminded of an old skateboarding story of mine. I actually have several entertaining stories about my old skateboarding adventures, but this is one of my favorites.
In the mid-to-late 80's, skateboarding was experiencing a rebirth. Longer, wider decks replaced the skinny plastic decks from the 1970's, allowing for a multitude of new tricks to be performed. The first "real" trick (excluding "wheelies") for
In the dawn of the World Wide Web (which I began surfing in 1995), there wasn’t a huge amount of original content being created and posted. The lack of original content can be contributed to three major factors:
- Complexity/Costs: With no freely available Content Management Systems (CMS), those wishing to publish to the web had to learn at least HTML and FTP at a minimum. In the early days, there was a steep learning curve in getting your thoughts and ideas on the web. There was also a fina
Commodork in National Mag!
A couple of days ago I found a pretty exciting discovery! A fellow gamer informed me last week that my book Commodork was featured in the May, 2007 issue of Tips and Tricks Magazine (Issue #145, the one with God of War on the front cover). Below are scans of the front cover, the page my book appears on, and a blown-up picture of my book.
Tips and Tricks Magazine cover.
Page Commodork appears on.
Closeup of Commodork blurb.
One of the funny things about
Once again, Sun Valley’s annual Garage Sale Day went off without a hitch. The kids, Susan and I woke up around 7am, piled into the van shortly after and made a b-line for dad’s house. Mom, Jack, Linda and Griffin were already there waiting.
Last year, Dad, Mason and I made our way around the garage sales on dad’s two riding lawn mowers, Dad driving one with Mason and myself on the other. This year, I brought over the golf kart, and the three of us rode our way around the neighborhood while
Tomorrow is Sun Valley’s annual Garage Sale Day, the one day each year where dozens of people from the neighborhood I grew up in all have a garage sale on the same day. I know some of you are thinking, “what he really should be doing is getting rid of crap instead of amassing more of it,” but Sun Valley Garage Sale Day is less about buying stuff (although we almost always come home with something unique) and more about running into old friends. It’s like Homecoming, if at Homecoming they sold ug
Media outlets have been airing news of the Virginia Tech shootings non-stop for 48 hours now. The air waves have been so flooded with coverage of the story that I've had to turn off the television and quit checking my normal web news sites for the time being. The story all but drowned out the twelfth anniversary of the Murrah Building (April 19th, 1995). In fact, I didn't even realize today was the anniversary until Johnny mentioned it to me after lunch. Funny how those things slowly fade. For a
...and fuzz to fuzz. After a short-lived life span, the mohawk is no more. I honestly didn't realize what a big deal it apparently was. Although most of the comments I received were positive, Susan absolutely hated it (and said as much, multiple times). Among other adjectives, "trashy", "white trash", "horrible" and "awful" came up more than once.
So long, 'mo. We barely knew ye. In case you're wondering what happened to it ... well, there's only one way to get rid of a mohawk ...
I’ve wanted one for 25 years, and now I have one.
A Mohawk.
(Wow, this is going to take some explaining.)
I should start by saying that to me, hair is just, uh, hair. You wash it, you comb it, you cut it, repeat. I have particularly thick hair that grows rapidly. I’ve never had a bad haircut for more than a week or two; it simply grows out too quickly.
Throughout my life I’ve had many notable “hair adventures”. There was the time Susan and I dyed it blue in honor of Best Buy
This week Susan and I along with Johnny and a dozen of our co-workers are receiving SAN training from Dell. Our group is pretty diverse, consisting of a few people who have never heard of a SAN, a couple who have worked on SANs, and then the rest of us who fall somewhere in the middle ("I have a general knowledge of how SANs work but I've never physically touched one.")
Ten minutes into the training course we discovered our instructor ("Anne") had managed to write technical jargon all over o
Two days after Susan’s surgery, everything is pretty much back to normal. Sue’s been working from home and will return back to the office next Monday, but she’s also been out to Wal-Mart, to the hospital to visit her Uncle Ronnie, and all over the place. She did tell me that yesterday afternoon she took a three-hour nap, which tells me she might be pushing things a bit too hard too quickly, but other than that everything’s going great.
I had planned on staying home with Susan the day after
Susan’s surgery was a total success. When the nurses wheeled her into her room after recovery we expected to see her medicated or at least drowsy – not so. Susan was quite lucid, awake, and in no pain at all. For an hour or so they had her on oxygen and was monitoring her blood pressure, but now they’re not even doing that. Susan says that her stomach feels like she just did 100 sit-ups, but other than that she feels great.
Susan’s recovery room looks more like a hotel suite than a hospital
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