Championable | Love, parenting, politics.

Upgrading to WordPress 2.6 hosed my theme.  I’ll try to fix today.

Bleah. I’ve been up all night.  Must try and sleep for two hours before work.

Love to all. Even you.

4 hour line.

Fuck. This.

Love to all.  Even you, the Apple dude who calmly told everyone just how long the line was going to be.

I’m back from vacation, and I STILL DON’T HAVE A FUCKING iPHONE!

The line at the Apple Store on 14th Street was FOUR HOURS LONG… and the line at 8am at the 5th Avenue store was around the BLOCK.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

More later, but… but… hi there!  I hope you missed me a little.

(Or maybe more than a little.)

Love to all. Even you, the lady in turquoise who visibly set off testosterone bombs down the entire length of 14th street.

It’s July 4th, and I took the 5:40am train to go to NYC even though I don’t have to work today. Today is the first day of a three month commitment to chair the Friday meeting at my home group, and since I’m on vacation next week, I didn’t want to miss the first two weeks. I’m joining Maggie and the kids at her Mom’s tomorrow, then off to Montauk on Sunday. I’m going to spend the day organizing my office, cleaning the house, and basically making it so that when I get back, I feel welcomed by my various spaces.

These are my 4th of July shoes. Go ahead and give me shit about my skinny ankles again, you heartless bastards.

You know, I fucking LOVE this country.  It frustrates me to no end, but I love it.

Busy day.  Gotta run.

Love to all.  Even you, the crumby redhead.

I arrived home after a lovely afternoon to find that my new sneakers had arrived.

Now, you may not KNOW that I have a thing for sneakers… but aside from my running sneakers (currently Nike Equalons, which have replaced the much degraded Asics Gel Kayano) , I have four pair of pumas, a pair of truly beautiful c1rcas, and some awesome camo Chuck Taylor high-tops.

Today, I got some awesome new additions:

and:

with a side dish of not-quite-sneakers:

Oh my, am I dude with delighted tootsies.  Now, I better get a-lacing.

Love to all.  Even you, the woman with the IBM laptop and weird-ass smile.

So, I just bought a TalkSwitch 484vs.

It’s a crazy little device that combines traditional POTS lines with what I refer to as a “supershitload” of VOIP and digital features.  Plus, it’s way expandable.

I’ve had to make the switch to new equipment because the VOIP phones I have suck over a DSL line of questionable quality. And packet loss on a voice call makes people sound like aliens.  Not conducive to biz, you know?

With the Talkswitch, you wire 4 copper lines into the device, but then use any mix of digital phones or analog phones in the office, PLUS I can still have a VOIP phone outside of the office, just like I do now.

This is assuming all goes as planned, of course.  I’ve never used one of these things before… but it’s the kind of challenge I just LOVE.

Anyway.  I need to bring up the laundry, do dishes, and then start gettin’ the youngins ready for bed.But after that, baby, I’m going to RTFM.

Love to all. Even you, the first Verizon salesperson who quoted me something twice as expensive.

The recruiter of mine who had inappropriate feelings for me?  She quit her new job after one week, and is now planning on moving to Europe.  My wife’s reaction?  “Tell her to come back to work for you.”

At first I was like:  “What?”  But now I’m thinking about it.  I mean, I think this person needs to make a slight shift in understanding about things, and she could rocket into the next stage of her life.  I don’t know if she’s able, though.  Still, I might offer her her old job back, if she can make the emotional and cognitive leap.

I dunno.  I have to finish my player evaluations for Soccer, then coach a practice.  Maggie and the kids are out at a photo shoot right now… the kids are being shot for stock photography via a casting invite from my cousin, who’s a fairly high-level creative at a huge photography firm. They’re getting like, $100/hr each for the day, so that’ll be a nice boost to their college funds.

Zoom, zoom.  Off I go.

Love to all.  Even you, the seven-year-old making cigarette jokes.

Waiting for the UV, baby.  Miss you like nobody’s business.

Love to all. Even you, the jackass who called the 15-second rule on Maggie when the line was 20 people deep, and the clock was at less-than-20.

Instead of flaming off the excess anger I’m feeling at the moment… covering topics ranging from home/money to business/money to business to fatherhood to parenting to husbandhood to sobriety, I’ll just post this IM I just had. Basically, my main recruiter was talking with a very nice, very talented candidate who really talks for way too long. She had upwards-revised her salary requirements by 10k, after having discussed it with us in detail. Being in a bad mood, I decided to fuck with my recruiter by saying her inappropriate things.  She started laughing, and turned away from her screen.

I normally do NOT talk this way to her. I am on the right.

Love to all.  Even you, the Multi-Billion Dollar Ad Agency that hasn’t paid their bills in 110 days and counting.

Lord, please help me not elbow this lady in the face for crashing down into the seat next to me AND a sizable chunk of the seat I am in, bashing my laptop with her oversized purse TWICE (I have a teeny little MacBook… it’s well into my airspace), reading over my shoulder, and then carrying on a loud-ass conversation with her friend. Oh, and her fur coat is heating ME up, since she’s crammer her ass into a seat that, sadly, is too small for her.  In fact, Lord, I pray that you give her every happiness I’ve ever asked for myself.  Thy will not mine.  Argh.

Love to all.  Even you, lady.