Sunday, January 25, 2009

Greatest album cover ever



Without a doubt, it's Rock and Roll Over. Or at least that's my take on the subject.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Inside the sausage factory

Based on a conversation at work, I just got done re-reading Jamie Zawinski's article on webcasting legally. It's one of those situations where I think I might just be happier not knowing the details, because knowing how it works just makes me mad, and there ain't a whole lot I can do about it. Here's a teaser:

Someone said to me, "how do they [the RIAA] expect the little guys to survive?'' I replied, "No Mister Bond, I expect you to die.'' They're trying to legislate webcasting out of existence, because it stands in the way of their progress toward a completely pay-per-view economy. Remember: these are the kind of people who once tried to outlaw the VCR. (That was MPAA, not RIAA, but they're the same snake with different scales.)

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Emergency home repair

Started off this weekend on the right foot -- the 8' wire shelf in Ashlie's closet that you hang clothes underneath came off the wall. The previous owners of this home cut some corners when it came to installing this shelf. Including not anchoring it to any studs. I thought that was a nice touch. So had to make a run to Menards to pick up a bunch of anchors and supports, some of which only come in "contractor quantities". Needless to say, I've got leftovers, which ought to come in handy.

Actually, they probably will -- I checked around, and found some other wire shelves that aren't mounted properly. One of which has all my old compact discs on it. I've got about five hundred of them. So that's a ticking time bomb, waiting to come crashing down...

Monday, January 5, 2009

Rest in peace Carl Pohlad

Carl Pohlad died today at the age of 93. While it's true that the Twins have always been a bit on the stingy side, and when MLB wanted to reduce the number of teams, he was ready to throw the Twins to the wolves, his team still provided me the highlight of my sports-watching life: attending games six and seven of the 1991 World Series. I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for anyone associated with that series -- Kirby Puckett, Kent Hrbek, Bob Casey, Jack Morris, even Charlie Liebrandt. And even the curmudgeonly owner. I've always respected the fact that he seems to have let baseball people run the operations, as long as it was within the financial parameters he set. Sure, I'd like to see the Twins spend a little more in the free agent market, but when it's all said and done, at least I can look back on '91 and smile.