OK Go: Of The Blue Colour Of The Sky

These guys are pretty good in the video sense. Their music is not to bad either. Basically all of their videos become viral hits, and that isn't a bad thing. So if you haven't already seen them, Here is OK Go...

He Loves It

Oh `Dem Saints

My Mom calls me during the Saints/49'ers game at like 10:30 at night, I answer the phone, but somehow we are disconnected... I figure she doesn't want to talk since it is so late. I couldn't get to sleep anyway because the Saints can't seem to put the axe into somebody's head... they leave them a chance in both games thus far. Anyway, the next day my mom call's again, I give the phone to the teenager since I had a mouth full of food (it was dinner time) and she needed to thank my mom for her birthday present. All she hears is buttons being pressed... I smell a pattern here.

My daughter calls her back... and gets nothing. 20 minutes go by, she tries again, nothing. Finally my mother calls back, we talk about the Saints game, how back in the day, it would have ended much differently, basically that the Saints would have lost. But so far so good, we are keeping fingers crossed, our gree-gree bags close by, and hoping for a repeat. Well we can hope anyway, they say it is not impossible... so there you go but they did lose to Atlanta in overtime.

Back to the phone tag. I was just saying how weird it would be if we called each other but only got voice mail or the bumbling of accidental dialing while one of us, usually the sender is not aware that the phone was even on. How long could that go on? Like the licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll pop, we may never know...

Busy

Me and my wife have been crazy busy lately. Busy at work, busy at home, busy, busy busy. So much so, that I feel like I have neglected my blog. But, so it goes, I mean, it isn't like there is anything I can do about it. And I guess it is good to be busy, though while we are occupied it doesn't feel very good.

So much after work stuff, as if work wasn't enough. I do have some big news, but I will keep it close and not talk about until it is a sure thing. I know it is cryptic, but, I feel must. Probably once I tell it, you will likely think, damn, why was he so cryptic, but that is the way I like to keep things. The way I "roll" if you will.

Still I need to slow down and take in the scenery now and then. We are coming up on baby Augustus's birthday, then Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then a New Year. It seems my life will busy for months and months. Still, there is reason for everything. I hope that we are not just spinning our wheels here. We'll see.

I See a Little Rug Rat Looking at Me...

So on one of my trips home, I see this...

What the heck is she doing? She is just happy to see me, and goes on to slobber all over the door, pound on the glass, and generally make a mess of everything. And that is why I love her. Just one little smile can turn my day from crappy... to awesome without even trying. Yeah I'm a sucker, but a happy sucker all the same.

Come With Me, Won't You?

You ever do something so stupid, and yet you can only blame yourself? In my case I am the proud owner of a pretty bad haircut. I know, I really shouldn't say anything, it will be grown out in a few weeks/months, but still... if you will walk with me as we investigate my stupidity.

I was overdue for a haircut, I almost always am, because who has the time to worry about such things? Well one day, I finally decided that enough was enough. My hair had to be cut (that and I had some free time), so I drive down to my local hair-cuttery, and tell the girl, "I usually just get it as short as you can with scissors". I should have said "As short as you can with scissors for the sides and back, trim up top." Well I didn't and now I have the male version of Kate Gosselin. Kind of spiky, I can't really do anything with it, not that I wanted to anyway. It sort of looks like I got a "high and tight" 2 or 3 weeks ago. One good thing about the hair cut (besides being able to wake up and go) my daughter, Augustus, she can't grab it, I mean she tries, but there is nothing to grab onto... I think that part is great, her not so much.

I have to give this lady credit, she went closer with the scissors than I have ever seen. But really, why bother if you could have set the razor to a 1 or 2 and been done in two minutes or less? Maybe I need to find a new place to get my haircut. Essentially, I got my haircut by my teenager, exactly what you say is exactly how I'm going to do it. Which is the cause of many fights. But the good thing is, this will not last forever... and I really don't have to look at myself anyway. ;o)

Classic Film Friday: Yellow Submarine

I know not everyone can see this movie, because it (for whatever reason) is not currently in wide release. If you should want to see it, come by my house. Or not, because nothing or everything is real... or so the film would have you believe. It is animated, just in case you didn't know, and the animation is somewhat dated, but at the same time it makes the movie special.I received this movie as a gift, actually the teenager got it from my mother... who grew up right in the middle of the Beatles craze.