After long last, I have recovered and digitized a movie I made in middle school for a history project. If I remember correctly, the point of the project was to explore the society and culture of a country. One of my classmates and I picked the food of Russia. So long before the Food Network, we wrote, directed, edited, and starred in “The Russian Gourmets” and here it is for you enjoyment (and ridicule).
The Russian Gourmets (13MB)
I looked out the window this morning towards our neighbors (the ones with the little hellions mentioned in previous entries) and my heart nearly lept out of my chest.
What was that in the driveway? A truck? An empty truck.
What are they doing? They are putting things in the truck!
The neighbors are moving.
I am sure I am loosing karma by rejoicing, but I don’t care.
Well, the results are in. Not quite sure what to say other than “BAH!” My hopes are that the complete republican sweep will result in a situation of increased infighting inside the party given their lack of a clear opposistion. It should also improve the chances of the democrats in the 2004 presidential elections.
Now the question is just how bad things will get in the next two years. I am afraid the combination of Bush, Cheney, Rumsfield, and Ashcroft will be pretty bad.
Duck and cover.
He’s got huge, sharp– eh– he can leap about– look at the bones!
well, I am still sick and I stayed home today from work. Here is a project I have been working on in my spare time between 2 and 4 am.
Elizabeth has been under the weather for the last week or so and I have been doing my best to keep her in good shape. She is doing better, but appently her bugs decided I looked like a likely target. They ran over me like a freight train.
And people who know me know it takes a lot to put me down. Saturday night after dinner I started feelingf reallb bad. All mmy muscles ached, and I couldn’t sleep. That is the worst of it. I barely slept at all last night, just a series of snoozes in between wakefulness.
At one point I went to the kitchen to get some orange juice. Moving was a big production at that time. As I am pouring the juice into the cup I start getting dizzy, and I end up sitting down on tfe floor. Much to my amazement I can watch the sweat beading up out of my skin. This is unusual to say the least, and if I hadn’t thought I was going to pass out could have been a very interesting event to witness.
I had it back to the bedroom very slowly and collapsed. Many more hours of fitful sleep followed. I woke up at 6 this morning giving up on the sleeping (or not sleeping more accurately). Every time I would get out of bed, the world would start spinning and I would end up thinking I was going to loose whatever was in my stomach. Thankfully I have avoided that.
We have spent basically the whole day in bed. I think this is maybe the 5th time I have gotten up. But I am starting to feel better partly thanks to the wonders of ginger ale.
Maybe this sickness will leave as fast as it came. I hope.
As I was eating my breakfast (english muffins with butter and wonderful Bon Mammon preserves) I had an opportunity to contemplate children and their behavior. Now I like children, as I hope friends of mine with children will attest, but I like well behaved children. I am not so draconian to believe in the “Seen but not heard” theory, but I am bothered immensely by the situation I was placed in over breakfast: “Heard but not seen.” And this is a situation that happens often enough.
Given the noise coming from our neighbor’s house, I am continually amazed (and disappointed on occasion) that I do not see an ambulance arriving to take away a dismembered child. But day after day the screaming continues. Maybe I live next to a franchise of hell?
Have a nice day.
Braz and Kris give us an excuse to go to Outback. Unfortunately I had started dinner 10 minutes before they called. damn.
Fall is here, and we are entering the cold-and-wet season in Williamsburg. My theory is that Williamsburg has three major weather types: hot-and-wet, warm-and-wet, and cold-and-wet. It is suprising how the body changes in response to the climate. Growing up in Connecticut, I was able to spend large amounts of time in the cold. Real cold, not this sorta-kinda wimpy cold that we get here in Virginia. But my blood has thined as the saying goes and I am now a man of the South. It is cold, and it is supposed to be a colder than normal this winter.
That all said, I really like fall, (especially when it isn’t raining). The cool, clear air and the colors of nature are wonderful. I am able to indulge in my photography and provide them for my friends viewing pleasure. Unfortunately the drought that our area has been enduring has hurt the trees enough that I do not expect as spectacular foliage as we have had in previous years.
Not much else has been happening the last few days to report on.
I know the title may seem like an redundant, but in actuality spammers are often quite intelligent. They have a hard job avoiding the various technological blocks people keep throwing at them. That hardly implies that I respect their inteligence; they are still scum.
But a stupid spammer is even worse; in a funny way.
This is snippet of an email I got this afternoon. I looked at it in disbelief for quite a while before chuckling to myself. The sender of this message knows who I am, but was unable to configure their spam-o-mater to put my name in the greeting.
Sad, so sad. What is this world coming to?
Hopefully more dumb spammers.