Vanessa was talking about how the computer at her mom’s restaurant is filled with spyware. I need to find some way to change the Internet Explorer shortcut to go to Firefox but still show up as a blue E so that the users would just think they were using Internet Explorer.
Vanessa says she may or may not have seen this guy at the mall where there were lots of possible movie trailers about. I bet minor stars get a lot of “Will she recognize me? Is she actually going to know my name? Nope, didn’t recognize me.” moments.
Wanted to clarify a few points about about America for tourists who might visit the U.S. We all ride horses and wear cowboy hats. When you meet someone new, the custom is to say, “Warbly wap der sipaday.” You must then come up with three words that sound the same but have different spellings and meanings. The funny look they will give you is a look of respect. Thank you. Carry on. (Yeah, don’t follow that advice, ok.)
What is a serif and how did it get in my cereal? That little hangy-offy thing on the tips of the letters in some fonts was originally to keep the dust from collecting on letters when they were carved into stone in ancient Italy.
We’re having a hard time finding an NIV bible for our PDA. The program with the best interface doesn’t offer the NIV version. Vanessa found a site with free older books for your PDA. She downloaded a Sherlock book for me. I was talking with Vanessa about the idea of clipping the index fingernail to sharp point to use as a natural stylus for the PDA, but then one might accidentally scratch people and things.
Over The Top was on cable again last night. It’s the arm wrestling movie featuring Sylvester Stallone with his signature “over the top” arm wrestling move in which he cunningly moves his fingers “over the top” of the opponent’s fist. Yes, one of those artsy intellectual films. I think this movie should be shown at immigration centers to show new Americans what is expected of them. They will be expected to arm wrestle, drive semis, grow large beards, double their weight and drink motor oil like the rest of us…yes, even that Latvian woman sitting in the back will be expected to do this. Allow me to paraphrase the wise words of Sylvie from the film, “When I turn my hat around. I change…I’m like a machine…like this truck.” I’ll have to remember that when I’m programming at my keyboard at work.
We saw flamenco dancing yesterday at UNM. The star of the show was some guy who looked like your average guy on the street…but he sang like Gypsy Kings and flamencoed very well. He sweated his heart out there on the stage. (He was literally flinging the sweat from his hair upon his “clapping crew” as he danced furiously. I saw one of them flinch.) There were many students dancing in the show. It included an unexpected “flamenco to classical music.” Anyway, I’d like to see these people play Dance Dance Revolution. They’d be unbelievable. After flamenco, we went to a Mexican bakery with the mum-in-law and gramma Peny. I got an apple pastry thing and something with “orange stuff” inside that was pretty good. For lunch, we had gone to Cafe Istanbul with me two brothers. They were not exactly crazy for the food. I have to give them points for trying though.