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Below you will find my weblog, or just blog. The name may not strike you right away, but you'll get it after I ask you one question: How many letters are there in the alphabet?

I use these twenty−six letters to share moments I experience, thoughts I come upon or ideas I have that I don't feel like keeping to myself. Writing them gives me the ability to share with you.

Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you'll swallow hard, maybe you will learn something about me that you didn't previous know, or maybe you'll relate the words below to something in your own experiences. You may even know the subjects I allude to between the paragraph tags.

So much that I will often write without proofing. If I offend you, it is nothing personal, simply my opinion. I'll complain about things that bother me, things I find offensive and just random thoughts I hold onto long enought to transfer to my blog.

The only thing you need know is that I love to write.


Posts Tagged ‘austin’

Seatbelt Cha[i]r[-]a[i]des

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

Since that was probably the most bracketed title I have ever written, I must explain…

Seatbelt Charades aka Seatbelt Chair-aides. It will make sense after watching the following PSA.

/ (tangent)

I received this from a friend via email [Fwd:] and it was spot-on appropriate for two reasons:

  1. I’m having a party this evening, which will require many to travel via vehicle.
  2. Texans cannot drive in any weather other than one-hundred degrees and sunny, (and even that is sometimes challenging), let alone the current torrential downpours we are experiencing as a result of Hurricane Alex – the strongest June hurricane since Alma in 1966 – so, the likelihood of car accidents in Austin today have exponentially increased.

\ (end tangent)

Say a prayer. Watch this video. Buckle up.

Bike Against Breast Cancer

Thursday, May 6th, 2010

Join me tonight at GSD&M Idea City (828 West 6th Street) and prepare to join the fight against breast cancer in the second annual Mamma Jamma Ride.


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The ride is September 25, 2010. All rider levels are welcome and there are a variety of route distances.

RSVP here, or just show up!

Texas Dresscode

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Everyone that lives in Austin claims that it is non-representative of the rest of the lone star state. That may be partially true, but not completely.

For instance, if you were to randomly sample a set of twelve people’s conversations, I guarantee at least seventy-five percent of those conversations would include any, if not all of the following words/phrases:
- y’all
- fixin’ (sometimes with “to” appended)
- ain’t
- a hunderd
- we’ll see you later (even if only one person is going to be seeing you later)

I recently dropped off one of my favorite pairs of jeans to be dry cleaned. No questions, just dropped them off and I was told they would be ready in two days.

Our former President, that claims to be from Texas, once messed up a saying that begins: Fool me once…

Well, they got me this time and it won’t happen again.

I returned two days later to pick up my jeans. A stiff breeze could have picked up my jeans…they were harder than Texas’ regulations on driving. I had to pry open the legs with the credit card I wasn’t paying with.

I haven’t had to work that hard to get into my own pants in a long time. It was an uphill battle…

You can take the dry cleaner out of the rest of Texas, but it’s going to take four more washes to get the heavy starch out of my jeans.

At least they didn’t try to put a crease in the front of them.

Recycling Bender

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

Austin is such a progressive area when it comes to being Earth-conscious. I’ve changed a lot of my habits when it comes to recycling. I recycle everything. Hell, I even got made fun of the other day at work for drinking out of a mason’s jar (actually, it was a once-delicious jar of locally-made salsa).

A new permanent fixture in my apartment (besides a frugally-stocked wine rack) is a recycling bin. Paper, plastic and cans can all be recycled at my apartment complex’s trash areas.

My office also has a recycling bin next to my desk…I guess it helps working for an environmentally conscious employer.

During my first week (following the move) I purchased a domain specifically focused on propegating the ideas for becoming (buzzword in three, two, one) “greener” as a marketing company and encouraging clients and partners to follow suit.

www.be00ff00.com

Those familiar with hex color codes should make the connection right away. Those unfamiliar should at least be intuitive enough to figure it out by now.

Se[eC]attle

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

Your environment can mess with you. (So can bullies and pain killers, but for the following combination of characters, we’ll focus on the meteorological aspects.)

The importance of the Sun’s energy is vital to life on Earth – even if you’re a cave-dwelling cockroach, the Sun’s energy somehow helps support your life.[1]

So, you can imagine what three days of rain back-to-back will do to an Austin resident…it threw my entire program off, and almost threw me off my feet.

For three days, I didn’t wake up to sun, didn’t drive to work with sunglasses on, didn’t roll my windows down on the way to work, and I couldn’t go running outside after work. Plus, during one of my lunch breaks, I almost slipped and busted my pride/ass on the floor of my parking lot/grassy knoll.[2]

Dear Clouds,

Texas is for livestock, good weather, great music, oil and republicans. Please, turn off the water in Texas and go back to Seattle, where rain and phenomenal athletic teams belong.

Thanks,
Ross

[1]I watched the first 4 episodes of Planet Earth (about Planet Earth) on Sunday.

[2]Dress shoes are notorious for having slick bottoms, like slugs, so when someone (in this case, me) walks from their car to their apartment and steps on the slanted portion of the curb, it is easy to imagine how the outside foot quickly becomes the inside foot and “hello,” said my ass to the ground. Beyond the abrupt meeting, things just get ugly…I now have a wet, grassy stain on my bruised right hip and a strong hope that no one else saw the incident.[3]

[3]A footnote within a footnote! This was all what could have happened; everything up to “hello” did happen.