Happy Birthday Jackson Pollock...Even Though You've Been Dead For Over Half A Century

I have decided to name this one "No Talent Punk in Blue".

You can have a little fun, too. Go here and just move your mouse all over the place. Click the left button to change colors. It kept me occupied all through break.

A Date With Robocop

I think I have to disown one of my brothers.

Here's the story. My brother has managed to start tutoring Peter Weller (who will, from here on out, be referred to as Robocop. If you prefer, you can think of him as Buckaroo Banzai). This past weekend Robocop called him up and invited him to watch a midnight showing of the original motion picture Robocop with him and several other people. Since bro doesn't own a vehicle, Robocop offered to pick him up and take him...

MY BROTHER REFUSED HIM!!!

Now, in all fairness my brother is a PHD candidate and has plenty of things that keep him busy, but refusing to do something as unique as watching Robocop with Robocop (even if it did kinda seem like date) is just too much. He should have sucked it up, lost some much needed rest and participated if for no other reason than to have a story to tell his grand kids (or hell, even my grand kids) someday.

Right now, I am having trouble accepting the fact that he is of my same blood.

Million Dollar Ideas

Everybody wants one, I may have come up with one. I'm cautiously optimistic. Lots of research to be done and costs to be figured. I won't go into details because then someone else could in a better position to pursue it quickly could pounce. But stay tuned for updates. If I have any breakthroughs or setbacks, I'm sure I blog about it. I have a friend involved and am waiting to talk to another one who is already involved in the industry in question. It should take a year or more to get really moving, but it may never go anywhere. Wish me luck.

Oh yeah, Mossy, if you are still reading this, I built a closet over the last four days. It actually turned out. But, I wish I had your tools and expertise. It would have been a lot easier, and probably been done in a day.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

That was a sigh of contentment, folks.

I love it when a plan comes together. I have been trying to figure out how in the world I was going to pay for everything I needed to and still fit in a ski trip this year...I did. And I just booked a much overdue trip up to Philadelphia for a long weekend at Midwinter Festival, a Scottish/Irish music festival(with the band Albannach, YAY!), too. How I managed, I do not know. I will probably regret my decision when I actually need the money that I spent to book the airfare to that fair city. But, all of my bills are paid and I had a little bit of extra money. I have friends that will transport me everywhere(or at the very least let me borrow their cars) so a rental is unnecessary. I have a few options as far as places to stay with the same friends and since food and drink can be as expensive or cheap as I make it, that really isn't a problem. The only issue that I have now is getting tickets to the festival, which isn't a big issue at all.

As for the ski trip. I kept running through my mind how I could come up with the money. I forgot that one of the advantages of being a very poor college student who spends a whole lot of cash on school allows for large amounts of refunded income taxes. Problem solved. Although, again, I may regret the decision to spend all that money if the time comes when I really need it for something not so frivolous. But, I'll only live once, and there is no real debt coming from the trip. Park City here I come.

February is going to be an awesome month, I hope.

Good Family And Friends

Since I am finally caught up at work after 3 hellish weeks, I have managed to sit down and read a few news stories online. I found this one, about being paid quite handsomely to live on a tropical island near the Great Barrier Reef for six months. After reading it, I sent this email out to my brothers, sister, and some select friends:

"I think I will apply for this job.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028"

To which, I received these replies:

First, from the Steph, my beloved sister,

"PLEASE DO. Let me know if you need any help with your application. Or getting a passport. Anything I can do to help get you out of the
coun--*ahem*, I mean, get you the job of your dreams."

Next, from my older brother,

"Don't listen to steph. I mean, your her "other" nameless brother anyway. She doesn't even really know who sent the email. Follow your dreams, little man! (It's the only way you'll end up emotionally crushed and curled up crying in a ball on the floor for us all to see!)"

And, last, from one of my best friends, Joe (who you might notice is nice enough to not wait until he gets home, but instead uses his iPhone to pour it on),

"I can't believe that Larry couldn't figure out that we faked that story just for him to apply, win and head 1/2 a world away from most of us!! Did he read the fine print that the $105,000 is payable over 105,000 years and is subject to taxes leaving him making $0.50 per year?
Congrats to Larry, but mostly congrats to us!!

Joe.

Sent from my iPhone"

Can you feel the love?