[caption id=“attachment_7784” align=“aligncenter” width=“392”] Seinfeld - Kramer Moviefone[/caption]

I heard today that AOL is getting rid of Moviefone. Makes sense, I haven’t used it to find movie times in at least a decade. Shoot, I rarely even go to the Moviefone website. I just use Google’s ability to show showtimes, go to the actual theater’s website, or Fandango. Lots of people remember Moviefone from the pretty funny Seinfeld episode in which Kramer answers the phone number (when the phone numbers get switched?). My favorite line: “Why don’t you just tell me the name of the movie you want to see?”

Made a gamble last night. Time will tell whether it pays off.

[caption id=“attachment_7750” align=“aligncenter” width=“480”] Poker Night 2[/caption]

Poker Night 2 (8 hrs) - I find Poker Night 2 to be a bit harder than the original. Not sure if they upped the AI or changed anything about it, but I find it a lot harder to win Texas Hold ‘Em in PN2. Luckily, this game also includes Omaha Hold ‘Em and I have been doing a lot better with that game. While I enjoy Samson, I find the Banter to be a little lacking compared to the original. I think the developers did a better job of defining the player’s relationships with each other in the previous game and that led to somewhat better banter. Still, it’s fun to play Poker without worrying about real money and it’s a lot of fun so I’ll probably put some more time into the game later in the year.

[caption id=“attachment_7745” align=“alignleft” width=“404”] Self-Portrait[/caption]

For a while during Scarlett’s second year Danielle and I went back and forth on whether we should take Scarlett to Disney just before her second birthday or whether we should wait until she was older. On the one hand - she’s not going to actually remember this trip. Or rather, any memories she has are sure to be false memories triggered by the photos and videos we took. On the other hand - whether or not she remembers it, it’s still forming her base memories; memories that anchor most of the subconscious feelings we feel about our lives.

[caption id=“attachment_6755” align=“aligncenter” width=“400”] This blog was on the server on the right, the left is a server for Phi Sigma Pi[/caption]

Nine years ago today I started blogging using Wordpress.  I’d been blogging for a little bit before that on Tripod (and I’ve been copying those posts over to this blog, so that post might not appear to be the first one. Those are the posts that start with [1.0]) , but this was when I took blogging into my own hands. I just can’t believe it’s been that long - it certainly doesn’t feel like I’ve been blogging for that long.  The blog has moved from a server running Fedora Core 1 in my apartment in college to a server running BSD in my first apartment after marriage to being hosted on ServInt.

More on this later. For now:

[caption id=“attachment_7722” align=“aligncenter” width=“533”] I’d gotten OK at drawing with a mouse[/caption]

My first attempt with the pen had me getting used to pressure controlling thickness:

[caption id=“attachment_7723” align=“aligncenter” width=“299”] Drawing with pen for the first time[/caption]

I got a little better the second time around:

[caption id=“attachment_7724” align=“aligncenter” width=“282”] Drawing with pen for the second time[/caption]

Given the way humans work, this episode of You Are Not So Smart probably won’t change the mind of anyone who’s deep into the alternative medicine world, but I think it’s important to listen to and strongly consider if you’re on the fence.

Key quotes to me:

“There’s a name for treatments that are proven to work. It’s called medicine”

I was inspired to ruminate on this from this Boing Boing article featuring a Dust & Grooves interview with Sheila Burgel. The series seems to use interviews as an excuse to photograph people’s vinyl listening rooms. Many of these are quite beautiful, even if the beauty is just in the size and organization of the collection. I thought of my childhood.

Growing up, my mom always had music playing when she was cleaning the house. Ninety percent of the time she didn’t listen to the radio or tapes. Mom listened to her records. In fact, I only really remember tapes ever being played when we were in the car. Even when I was in high school and we had concert DVDs and CDs (and I was starting to get into the MP3 scene), mom would put on her records. That hiss and pop and then BOOM when the record goes from the non-audio grooves into the record mean “something’s coming” to my brain.

It’s once again time for my latest Photojojo post. For those of you who haven’t been following my blog for a long time, Photojojo is a digital time capsule service. Every two weeks they send me an email that has my most interesting photos posted to flickr from one year ago.

Lots more Scarlett.