One of my favorite things about High Definition programming
You can read signs in the backgrounds. Take SportsCenter, for instance. The college football crew was in Iowa City and there were maybe two thousand Iowhiners (what do you call people from Iowa anyway?) cheering. And cheering loud. There was a guy a ways back with a white sign that read
Corso is my dad, Herbstreit is my mom
An obvious jab at Kirk Herbstreit, you never would have seen it in standard definition. Not entirely sure what Herbstreit did to him, but it must’ve been terrible.
Perfect time to leave?
As many of you might know, I quit my agency job last week to take a position at Flying Dog Brewery. Not just a beer bottler or anything, I’ll be the new Creative Manager of said brewery. Today should have been my last day, because Bloglines has ceased to work on my G4 (single processor) running OS 9.2.2.
This isn’t the first website that has ceased to work in OS 9. First it was Orbitz that stopped working. Then theonion.com. Flickr also doesn’t work to its’ full potential (no notes, and the browse buttons in a photostream don’t either. nor does the geotagging).
Now Bloglines? The odd thing is that my boss is interviewing people to replace me, and I wonder if he’ll tell them that they’re going to be crippled by the lack of recent technology. I’d doubt that people who graduated today would have the slightest clue about using Quark 4, Photoshop 6, or even OS 9. Good luck to those guys.
The new company gave me a shiny new MacBook Pro to use. I haven’t even started there yet and they already have let me use the laptop so that I can get it set up for when I start. It’s nice to work for someone that values technology and isn’t afraid to spend a little cash on new computer gear.
I bet they’re going to dig there.
This just in: The China Bowl will be the first NFL-Licensed professional football game on August 8, 2007 (Patriots vs. Seahawks). This marks a time in the world when people are more excited about sports than, say, feeding people. Oh wait, that’s all the time.
Picking up the pieces
Yesterday evening I was watching a little TV (yes, so nerdy on a Saturday night). First up, Swingers. A movie I can always watch. I watched from the “Is he brown? Let him in if he’s brown” part through the “What do you drive?” section. One of the tunes highlighted on the amazing soundtrack is Average White Band’s* “Pick Up The Pieces.” I started to surf around and watched various NCAA football games in the evening. 10 minutes later, I switched over to Superman II. General Zod and crew are on their way through America’s backroads wreaking havok and they walk into a diner-type place. The song? You guessed it. Pick Up The Pieces.
* Adam and I drove out East in the Summer of 1999. We got to Saratoga and dropped some shit off at my house, spent the night there. In only a few days we saw Medeski Martin & Wood, Béla Fleck and the Flecktones and Average White Band (with Matt). All 3 shows were amazingly memorable. MMW was at the Orpheum and we had seats in the first row of the balcony (wish I had a digital camera there!), BFF was outside and for free (Bela walked around the crowd with a wireless microphone for like 5 minutes). And AWB was at Hot Tin Roof on Martha’s Vineyard! We took Matt’s boat out there and had some ridiculous dinner somewhere, just getting bombed. We pretty much just fucked around at the bar, getting drunk, pretty much sneaking in and drinking a bunch of beer. Then they played Pick Up the Pieces and everyone wandered in and cheered. These people were really rich people. Tons of old people with fake tits and shit. But really one of my favorite weekends ever.
September 22 SKIING
I wish I could do that!
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