This morning I benched 175 – a new personal record. My goal is to do 200 by Christmas.
I need a nap.
I love Scrabble, and have really been having fun with the Scrabulous application on Facebook.
I’m playing four games right now, and really losing one. To Dr. Tiki. He’s so good that he’s just toying with me now. All his moves have been for 20 and 30 points, but last move he played one for a measly eight. But I can see why.
He’s still winning by 23 points with just seven tiles left. Damn you Dr. Tiki.
Saturday after my premiere radio show (on Premiere Radio Networks no less) Jennifer and I decided to celebrate by kayaking down the Petaluma river. It’s not really a river – it’s a tidal slough – but it’s very calm and there’s little traffic. It was a perfect day.
These pictures and video are from the Nokia N93.
Don’t ever lock yourself out of a Lexus. But if you do, make sure you have Internet access.
I was tearing out of the studio this evening to drive down for a Jackson Brown/Tom Petty concert at the Shoreline Amphitheater in Mountain View – about 45 minutes south of here.
Yes here. I never got there. I was in such a hurry I opened the car trunk, threw everything into it, including my keys, and slammed the trunk shut. Imagine if you will, the comical look of a guy standing in the street next to a car that’s shut up as tight as a gin mill on Sunday.
I called triple A and eventually Sam came and pried the door open to loud screams from the startled car alarm. But I couldn’t open the trunk. Seems the car knows it’s been broken into and won’t let me into the trunk. In fact, it won’t let me do anything. The entire engine is shut down. Even if I had a key I’d have to reset the security to start the car. (There’s a super secret sequence involving the key, symmetrical twisting, and something that sounds a lot like the hokey pokey.)
There’s nothing more depressing than a luxury leather interior with burl wood accents that is totally immobilized.
The horn stopped honking and I stopped sobbing after a while. I called Lexus Roadside Assistance. The nice lady said I’d have to get my dealer to make a new key – there’s no magic way to get into the trunk. The car is just too damn smart. At this point I forgot the Tom Petty concert and started worrying that I’d miss my plane to Louisville tomorrow morning.
My wife, Jennifer, one hour north of here, has the only other key. Uh-oh. I called. She and the kids were carving pumpkins. How could I ask her to pack the kids in the car and drive for an hour to let me into my own car then drive back home another hour and her with a dozen cupcakes to make for school tomorrow? I asked. Fortunately, she got the bright idea of sending a cab down with the key. Dan is on his way now. It’s going to cost me $100 but what’s a guy to do?
The concert is starting right about now. I guess I might make it for the encore.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
A number of people commented on the fact that I was wearing eyeglasses in the spy cam picture.
I wear contact lenses during the day. I’ve worn glasses since I was in fourth grade. I am extremely near sighted – blind without the contacts – and now as I age I’m getting far sighted too. The contacts are monofocal, but I have trifocal glasses and I’ve been wearing them more and more at home for reading and computing. It’s much easier than trying to strain to read without them. I suppose in a few years I’ll have to wear reading glasses with my contacts. -sigh-
Unfortunately, Abby has inherited my eyes. She had strabismus – a lazy inward turning eye – which we corrected when she was three with a patch. She wears glasses for farsightedness now. Her eye no longer turns in unless she’s really tired and not wearing her glasses. I had the same problem when I was a kid. It was undetected until much later, however.
I remember in sixth or seventh grade the eye doctor telling my mom it would take surgery to correct it. It doesn’t really matter, he said, it’s not like he’s going to be in TV or the movies. Seemed like a pretty long shot I suppose, although I remember resenting the comment so I must have had some idea even back then.
As you’ve probably noticed, my eyes still cross a little, especially when I’m tired or the camera is too close. I guess I’ll never make it in the movies! At least Abby still has a chance.