So...politics?
BOO!
Halloween?
BOO! (Seriously, I wouldn't mind National Costume Day. I really wouldn't, but all of the "death" and "horror" associated with Halloween just gives me the heebie-geebies...and not in the good way.)
Caramel?
YAY!!!
I recently discovered that caramel is the correct spelling for the word that I've been pronouncing "carmel" for ages.
According to dictionary.com:
Car-mel (noun)
1. Mount, a mountain range in NW Israel, near the Mediterranean coast. Highest point, 1818 ft. (554 m). 14 mi. (23 km) long.
2. a town in central Indiana. 18,272.
3. Also called Carmel-by-the-Sea. a town in W California, on the Pacific Ocean: artists' colony and resort.
4. a female given name: from a Hebrew word meaning “garden.”
Car-a-mel (noun)
1. a liquid made by cooking sugar until it changes color, used for coloring and flavoring food.
2. a kind of chewy candy, commonly in small blocks, made from sugar, butter, milk, etc.
3. a yellowish brown or tan color.
As a fan of both caramel and words, I thought it important to point out the significant distinction between the two:
One is a deliciously sweet morsel that sends a taster into a euphoric bliss.
The other is bunch of dirt and rocks piled on top of each other.
See the drastic difference? You wouldn't want to eat the wrong one. Blech! And you wouldn't want to climb on the other, you'd likely get stuck. May you never confuse the two again.
My name is Rob Mayer, and I approve this message. (See how I tied it back in to politics? Eh? EH??? Well, I amused myself, anyway.)
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Yeeeeaaaaah, boyeeeee...
Ha. Hehehe...
I'm such a dork.
If you could only see me now...
So, it's been documented that I love lists. Can't resist them. Tonight, I sit here and I watch as VH1 counts down the greatest hip-hop songs of all time.
Just sittin' here...bobbin' my head as LL Cool J, Eminem, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Salt-N-Pepa, and Jay Z fill the room with phat beats and cool jams.
It all reminds me of one thing:
I am so white.
Still, as a rhythm enthusiast, hip-hop has a special place in my heart. Right next to progressive rock and miles above country music.
I mean...MILES above country music.
I think that's what I'd like to discuss tonight. What's the appeal of country music? Is it the twangy voice? The way everyone's personal life crumbles to pieces in just about every song? There's an old joke that goes a little something like this:
Q: What happens when you play a country song backwards?
A: You get back with your wife, your dog comes home, your pickup trucks starts running again, and you get out of prison.
What other music is so associated with rodeos, too? I mean, hey...let's jump on a wild animal and see how long until it throws us to the ground and tries to trample us! And square dancing??? Don't even get me started on square dancing.
Blech...country music. Makes me want to wretch.
Which, coincidentally, looks the same as me trying to get my groove on to some hip-hop.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Rapper's Delight" by Sugarhill Gang
I'm such a dork.
If you could only see me now...
So, it's been documented that I love lists. Can't resist them. Tonight, I sit here and I watch as VH1 counts down the greatest hip-hop songs of all time.
Just sittin' here...bobbin' my head as LL Cool J, Eminem, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Salt-N-Pepa, and Jay Z fill the room with phat beats and cool jams.
It all reminds me of one thing:
I am so white.
Still, as a rhythm enthusiast, hip-hop has a special place in my heart. Right next to progressive rock and miles above country music.
I mean...MILES above country music.
I think that's what I'd like to discuss tonight. What's the appeal of country music? Is it the twangy voice? The way everyone's personal life crumbles to pieces in just about every song? There's an old joke that goes a little something like this:
Q: What happens when you play a country song backwards?
A: You get back with your wife, your dog comes home, your pickup trucks starts running again, and you get out of prison.
What other music is so associated with rodeos, too? I mean, hey...let's jump on a wild animal and see how long until it throws us to the ground and tries to trample us! And square dancing??? Don't even get me started on square dancing.
Blech...country music. Makes me want to wretch.
Which, coincidentally, looks the same as me trying to get my groove on to some hip-hop.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Rapper's Delight" by Sugarhill Gang
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Howdy, partner...
Boy howdy...it's been a while, hasn't it? 'Bout six weeks since I wrote something, I reckon. (That sounds cowboy-ish, no?) I want to try to start writing again on a semi-regular basis...so here goes.
A whole lot has been happening for the Cloud Nine Kid (that's me, for the record). Love is in the air, I've got a first place fantasy football team (Go Bastardized Kittens!), and I was recently spotted in the front row at a Bear's game.
Life. Is. Good.
It stands to reason, then, that I should have much to say, right? I began to write a little, but then started to feel very tired. I was about to just shut the computer down and call it a night. It was then, in that moment, that Los Angeles Laker Lamar Odom said a little something that inspired me to jot something down before turning in for the night.
"Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow."
Ok, that probably doesn't make any sense, but if I add the words, "Hey, hey, hey," that might help.
Still no? Check this out:
Smiling yet? Something about that nostalgia that just cheers the soul. I am suddenly filled with some extra energy and finding words to share.
Sure, this isn't the most poignant post ever, but I'm smiling writing it, and I hope you found something to smile about while reading it.
I reckon you did.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Smooth" by Santana featuring Rob Thomas
A whole lot has been happening for the Cloud Nine Kid (that's me, for the record). Love is in the air, I've got a first place fantasy football team (Go Bastardized Kittens!), and I was recently spotted in the front row at a Bear's game.
Life. Is. Good.
It stands to reason, then, that I should have much to say, right? I began to write a little, but then started to feel very tired. I was about to just shut the computer down and call it a night. It was then, in that moment, that Los Angeles Laker Lamar Odom said a little something that inspired me to jot something down before turning in for the night.
"Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow."
Ok, that probably doesn't make any sense, but if I add the words, "Hey, hey, hey," that might help.
Still no? Check this out:
Smiling yet? Something about that nostalgia that just cheers the soul. I am suddenly filled with some extra energy and finding words to share.
Sure, this isn't the most poignant post ever, but I'm smiling writing it, and I hope you found something to smile about while reading it.
I reckon you did.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Smooth" by Santana featuring Rob Thomas
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
HEADLINE: Squirrel destroys hybrid...
Hmm...we're in one of our "slower" periods at work, so I thought I'd write a bit. This affords me an opportunity to take a break from the copious amounts of online crossword puzzles that I've been doing during the last few days at work. (It's a tough job, but someone's got to...hey, wait, it's not a tough job!)
So here I sit at my computer terminal, staring at the screen while listening to David's cd that he gave me to check out (see, David, I AM listening to it, finally) and am trying to figure out some sort of topic or theme about which to write. It's tricky, you know...these things don't always present themselves to me in such a normal way.
I suppose I could go on and on about the Bears, but I'm not feelin' it so much after last week's heart-breaking loss. (HOLD ON TO THE BALL, OLSEN!!!) It would've been easier a week ago after The Beloved knocked off the Colts in a game that caught most by surprise...maybe even me.
Still, I don't really feel so much like writing about the Bears right now, so I turned to my Red Hot Chili Peppers Friend, Frank, and asked him about what I should write. He suggested the following:
"the effect of rising gas costs on the various animals that WOULD have lost their lives to large SUVs but are now happily bouncing off smaller hybrids"
Interesting idea, RHCPFF...interesting. A little creepifying, but interesting.
Gas prices are pretty high, as everyone is well aware, and not everyone has a Party Prius. As such, getting to and fro has become rather expensive for some of us. (The sheiks on the other side of the world are probably getting around just fine, though.) For example, if someone were to drive from, oh...I don't know, Schaumburg to Springfield for some reason, it ain't cheap.
So here, without any real thought to long-term effects and repercussions to the economy, nature, or regard for human life are my solutions to the current gas price crisis: (say that three times quickly...) gas price crisis, gas price crisis, gas price crisis
1) In light of the recent rainfall, we need hydro-powered cars. Clearly we have an abundance of the stuff and there could be a handy straw protruding from the steering wheel for whenever the driver gets thirsty.
2) Skunks. There are far too many of them by my house. If we could use them to generate power to run automobiles, not only would we have a wonderful new fuel source, we could rid the Schaumburg area of them as well. Possums would make an acceptable substitute or, failing that, mosquitoes (when they're in season).
3) Windpower. No, I'm not talking about setting up those giant propellers in the middle of nowhere and using them to steal energy from the wind. I propose that we use the current political state of our country to capture a generous portion of the hot air being spewed from the left and right. All this political commentary wears upon my soul and could potentially propel our cars instead.
And that's just off the top of my head. (Evident by the lack of thought put into each idea, for certain.) I'll have to contact some engineers and they can tell me how foolish I sound.
I suppose it could be worse, though...I could still be doing crosswords at work instead of writing this...
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Blues Before Sunrise" by Eric Clapton
So here I sit at my computer terminal, staring at the screen while listening to David's cd that he gave me to check out (see, David, I AM listening to it, finally) and am trying to figure out some sort of topic or theme about which to write. It's tricky, you know...these things don't always present themselves to me in such a normal way.
I suppose I could go on and on about the Bears, but I'm not feelin' it so much after last week's heart-breaking loss. (HOLD ON TO THE BALL, OLSEN!!!) It would've been easier a week ago after The Beloved knocked off the Colts in a game that caught most by surprise...maybe even me.
Still, I don't really feel so much like writing about the Bears right now, so I turned to my Red Hot Chili Peppers Friend, Frank, and asked him about what I should write. He suggested the following:
"the effect of rising gas costs on the various animals that WOULD have lost their lives to large SUVs but are now happily bouncing off smaller hybrids"
Interesting idea, RHCPFF...interesting. A little creepifying, but interesting.
Gas prices are pretty high, as everyone is well aware, and not everyone has a Party Prius. As such, getting to and fro has become rather expensive for some of us. (The sheiks on the other side of the world are probably getting around just fine, though.) For example, if someone were to drive from, oh...I don't know, Schaumburg to Springfield for some reason, it ain't cheap.
So here, without any real thought to long-term effects and repercussions to the economy, nature, or regard for human life are my solutions to the current gas price crisis: (say that three times quickly...) gas price crisis, gas price crisis, gas price crisis
1) In light of the recent rainfall, we need hydro-powered cars. Clearly we have an abundance of the stuff and there could be a handy straw protruding from the steering wheel for whenever the driver gets thirsty.
2) Skunks. There are far too many of them by my house. If we could use them to generate power to run automobiles, not only would we have a wonderful new fuel source, we could rid the Schaumburg area of them as well. Possums would make an acceptable substitute or, failing that, mosquitoes (when they're in season).
3) Windpower. No, I'm not talking about setting up those giant propellers in the middle of nowhere and using them to steal energy from the wind. I propose that we use the current political state of our country to capture a generous portion of the hot air being spewed from the left and right. All this political commentary wears upon my soul and could potentially propel our cars instead.
And that's just off the top of my head. (Evident by the lack of thought put into each idea, for certain.) I'll have to contact some engineers and they can tell me how foolish I sound.
I suppose it could be worse, though...I could still be doing crosswords at work instead of writing this...
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Blues Before Sunrise" by Eric Clapton
Friday, September 5, 2008
Life between eight and ten...
Hmm...how 'bout that weather, eh? Normally, I don't comment on the weather much, but I've got a point to it, today, so hang in there.
It's been raining for about two straight days, and everything is soaked, including my new Chicago Bears window flag that flies proudly from my rear passenger-side window. (That window doesn't work quite right anyway, so why not support The Beloved from it?)
The sky has been gray, cloudy, and dreary lately due to all of the rain. According to what I could find on the internet (which must be right because ANYONE can write on it, right?), rain clouds are known as Nimbus (Greek meaning "yucky or rainy") and can be either Cumulus ("poofy") or Stratus ("like a pancake"). Ok, so I may have stretched things a bit there, but that's the basic idea.
Turns out that there are ratings for clouds, too. Some big fluffy clouds can reach as high as 30,000-40,000 feet and have the look of big, beautiful white mountains in the sky. These clouds are some of the brightest and most breathtaking. These fall into the classification known as "Level Nine," hence the expression "on cloud nine."
You see...that's where I feel I've been lately...cloud nine. The last month has seen more things go my way than I truly deserve, culminating with meeting a wonderful, wonderful woman.
Yes, readers, if you didn't already know, I've managed to find myself in a (gasp!) relationship...
And it's been great. We're struggling a bit with the 200 miles that separate us, but we're getting by. We have so much in common, most importantly our love for Jesus Christ. So far, the only thing we've managed to argue about is who will be the first to find something to disagree upon. (Vegas has me as the heavy favorite, though.)
Anyway, life's been unfairly good to me, but I'm not complaining. Not complaining at all.
Although I wish it would dry up outside...
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd
It's been raining for about two straight days, and everything is soaked, including my new Chicago Bears window flag that flies proudly from my rear passenger-side window. (That window doesn't work quite right anyway, so why not support The Beloved from it?)
The sky has been gray, cloudy, and dreary lately due to all of the rain. According to what I could find on the internet (which must be right because ANYONE can write on it, right?), rain clouds are known as Nimbus (Greek meaning "yucky or rainy") and can be either Cumulus ("poofy") or Stratus ("like a pancake"). Ok, so I may have stretched things a bit there, but that's the basic idea.
Turns out that there are ratings for clouds, too. Some big fluffy clouds can reach as high as 30,000-40,000 feet and have the look of big, beautiful white mountains in the sky. These clouds are some of the brightest and most breathtaking. These fall into the classification known as "Level Nine," hence the expression "on cloud nine."
You see...that's where I feel I've been lately...cloud nine. The last month has seen more things go my way than I truly deserve, culminating with meeting a wonderful, wonderful woman.
Yes, readers, if you didn't already know, I've managed to find myself in a (gasp!) relationship...
And it's been great. We're struggling a bit with the 200 miles that separate us, but we're getting by. We have so much in common, most importantly our love for Jesus Christ. So far, the only thing we've managed to argue about is who will be the first to find something to disagree upon. (Vegas has me as the heavy favorite, though.)
Anyway, life's been unfairly good to me, but I'm not complaining. Not complaining at all.
Although I wish it would dry up outside...
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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