I recently found these images. I think they pretty much sum up my attitude torward the Machintosh:
I can’t beleive that the homeless in NYC are still using the “I’m a homeless Vietnam Vet” excuse. Didn’t that shit go out in the 80’s? I guess with the return of 80’s fashion, comes the “Homeless Vietnam Vet” BS too.
Today was Father’s Day. We had a great morning. We checked out Kitchenette’s new uptown location on Amsterdam btw 123 st. and 124 st. It was as yummy as downtown. That was the morning. The afternoon was not as pleasureable.
I don’t if you know this, but last Wednesday, Meg asked my mom if I was a good napper, in which she replied that I wasn’t good at anything. Meg responded by telling my mother that I’m a good husband and father, and mom said she was surprised. Fuck her. Anyhow, now I had to spend the afternoon with her at my sister’s house. Beleive me when I tell you that if I didn’t have an ulcer when I got there, I sure do now.
It’s real simple, she’ll never ever be allowed to be alone, even for 5 minutes with J. She is notorious for showing her disrespect for me, and ya know what? That shit comes around. I can’t run the risk that what mom feels is ok to share with Meg, she won’t share it w/ J. I’m usually an even tempered individual, but God help me if she says something to J.
Other than that, J was super cute today (when is she not?). And that’s all I need. Sue took some pictures, so as soon as they come back, I’ll post some.
On a computer note. I setup Spam Assassin. I already have Postfix+Procmail+Cyrus-IMAP working well. If you want to set it up, checkout How to set up IMAP on the cheap. This is a great article. Follow all 5 articles in the series and you’ll be good to go.
I run Debian, so to add Spam Assassin, all I had to do was
apt-get install spamassassin
and then add this to the
| spamc -f -u $USER
| formail -I "From "
* ^X-Spam-Status: Yes
This goes right before
### Deliver it to the user inbox
Remember, I’m using the code samples from the Linux World article. I’m just finishing up getting the MySQL based userconf files working. I’ll let you know how that goes. 🙂
We went up to Meg’s folk’s house in CT Friday night. We were true to our heritage and started our journey at sun down. We figured that if we got in the car when it was time for J to go to sleep, she’d fall asleep on the way, and then all we’d have to do is drop her in the crib when we got there.
Most of the plan worked, up until Meg put her into the crib. There was a bit of crying (well, a lot more than a bit 🙂 ), but she eventually when down. The best part of the following day is that I was able to get up at 8 and then go back to sleep for family nap time at 9:30, and then sleep past Meg, Meg’s mom, and J leaving. I got out of bed at 1:00pm. I haven’t done that since college. I kept lying in bed think I had something to do.
While out, Meg picked me up an “Italian Stallion”. The Italian Stallion is a most excellent Italian sub from The Bridgewater Country Store. So I gobbled down my sandwich watching the Mets v. Yankees Game. Shawn Estes lame attempt of beaning the Rocket was truley pathetic. Unfortunately the Bronx Bombers fell eight to nothing. Hey, there’s always tommorow.
We followed the same theory for baby transport for the ride home. This time it worked like a charm. My guess is that it she was in her own crib this time and not grandma’s. 🙂
Boy does my ass hurt! I just got my bonus and the man took so much $%^&*( taxes that I think I’ll be sore for a week!
Today is June 14th. Right now four years ago I was getting ready for what was to be one of the best things I have ever done in my entire life. In case you don’t already know, it’s my anniversary. What’s funny is the weather today (which is cold and rainy) was the same as my wedding day. Fortunately, the sky let up just in time for the ceremony.
We were married at my in-law’s home in CT. It was quite a scene. We had a big tent, lots of people, and great food. We had such a great time. I’m amazed at how something that took that long to plan could be over so soon. My best man, Jodi, gave me some advice prior to the wedding. He told me to make sure that I remembered everything. Remembering big events is no problem for me, it’s remembering to call the sewage authority so they don’t put our house on the block.
When it came time for me to make a toast, I recalled the conversation that Meg and I had in the car on the way up the day before. It was pouring out, and I don’t mean cats and dogs, it was more like pigs and cows! Meg, who tended to worry a lot at the time, was certain that the weather would be the same for our wedding day. This is what I said:
Well, I can tell you that when I said this in front of everyone, I got in trouble. A number of the guests came up to me afterwards and told me that their wives told told them that they never say things like that. My mother’s comment was “I must get my DNA checked” because she couldn’t believe I was her son.
We left for our honeymoon the Wednesday following the wedding. It was spent in Firenze (Florence) and Capri, Italy. I have to say that this has to be one of the nicest places I have ever been. The food is amazing, and the people convey a genuine appreciation for your business (no like the French). I recommend Italy to everyone.
The next big event in our lives is coming up in a few weeks. Our daughter, Jordyn (or “J” for short) will be a year old. I’ll be sure to share photos from the blast we’re throwing.
Nate lent me a keyboard, and I think there’s jizz on it.
Why do I have a dog that won’t eat, and two cats that eat hard salami?
The work day is done. Off to home. 🙂
Sedrik: Whatever happened to sex drugs and rock n roll? Now we just have aids crack and techno.