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A few weeks ago, somebody turned me on to the music of Bob Schneider. He was playing at the Roxy, so tonight I headed up to check him out. Now, even though it was only like 8 PM, I have to confess I was feeling a bit tired as I got in my car, got on the freeway and motored my way up to Hollywood. I gave serious consideration to just baling on the whole thing. But, you only live once, and I don’t want to live it as a decrepit old man, so I grabbed my cane and my geritol and threw on the Pixies. “Whoo Hoo! Rock and Roll!” (please note that of those 3, only the last one was true, and at no time did I actually shout whoo hoo, rock and roll — that’s just the feeling I was trying to work up to)

I got up to Sunset, paid for parking, walked a few blocks to the Roxy, ignored the fact that I felt completely out of place compared to all the hipster kids who were walking past me, got to the box office, and realized with stark horror that the show had sold out. At no point had it even occurred to me to suspect that the show might sell out. This was a Wednesday night show with some dude I’d only ever even heard of a few weeks ago. I guess the Hollywood hipsters must have their ears closer to the ground than I did.

So, back in my car, and back on the freeway, and this time listening to Lucinda Williams (so, not rock ‘n roll*). I got home in time to watch the West Wing and do some laundry. Clearly, I need to stay in the South Bay like a good little three one oher. I am just so completely not two one three (or whatever the hell the area code is in Hollywood these days.

*actually, I think that Lucinda Williams probably is rock ‘n roll in an unrequited alt-country kind of way, but go with me here. It’s a freaking metaphor or something.

From the observing a phenomenon changes the phenomenon department comes this article suggesting that penguins that have been tagged for research tracking breed half as well as their untagged compatriots. That sucks. Our efforts to learn and maybe even help some endangered species have even further jeopardized their chances for survival.

Also, at this point I’d like to ask the alien greys who abducted and implanted me to remove the implants please. I know that it doesn’t create additional resistance when I’m swimming or foraging for food. So, it’s probably unlikely that it’s impacting mate selection. Still, just in case you know. Plus, the voices are getting so loud. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to ignore them.

Wow, do I ever suck at Trapped in Time. It’s fun though in a loud and slightly obnoxious cartoony kind of way.

How do you take 365 pictures of yourself and keep them all interesting? I’m not sure, but from the looks of it, Holly is well on her way with the Watch Me Turn 30 project. She got a camera for her 29th birthday, and she’s taking a photo a day until she’s 30.

What a great project. I wish I’d thought to do that. You could have watched me turn 35 this year. If history is any judge, the fives are way more traumatic than the aughts anyway. The only problems I see are that 1) I’m like 154 days in already. 2) I never seem to be that inventive when taking photos of myself. 3) Holly’s way cuter than me.

Actually, as I get back to the start of the project, she didn’t start out being very good at taking pictures of herself either. I guess that as with anything you get better with practice. Hmmm… Maybe I should do it anyway.

Interesting, Bighappyfunhouse.com is a photoblog of ancient photos (well if 30 to 50 years ago could count as ancient). I like the stuff in April more than a lot of the stuff in May although Reading Wendy on May 12 is completely priceless.

I’m going to need to spend some time taking in The Photography Channel. I don’t often associate audio with photography, but presenting the images with the photographer’s audio narrative and video interviews makes for a compelling presentation.

OK, now I can buy a monkey that is a martial arts expert, but there ain’t no way, that monkey keeps a jet pack in his tighty whities. No, that’s not a euphemism.

Capturing and Optimizing Screenshots for Print - Ah, so then the key is nearest neighbor for interpolation. Good to know.

I’ll have to try that and see if it works. via

You can keep your Kurosawas and your Tarantinos. For serious, hard core sword play action, give me Samurai Peeps any day. Those little marshmallow mothers are fierce.

This made me laugh — HARD!

It’s almost enough to make me want to replace my roof. I wonder what that would cost.