I started a twitter account with every intention of being a productive part of the "twitterverse." But that crap is nonsense. So now http://twitter.com/diadelkendall is a haven for twitter's lone naysayer (or should i say "naytweeter"? no. i should not).
If you are on there, follow me to freedom. And suggestions are always welcome.
Here's some samples
Why twitter blows #1 - your mom does it.
Why twitter blows #3 - "Tweet"? Seriously? That's what they settled on? Dirt dobbers.
Why twitter blows # 4 (from Dave) - "if I'm on facebook, what does Twitter add for me-I've got an account, but can't figure out why I care."
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Life in the New Reality
Easter came. Christ arose. The bunny died. And all is well.
One of the most astounding qualities of any living creature is the ability to adapt to incredible changes in circumstances or reality. It was every bit as true on that first Easter as it was for my little E today. Just hours later she has gotten over what was certainly the most tramatic experience in her first 8 years on earth. And now, she cannot contain the new truth. She wants to tell everyone. But since CG is still living with the bunny, E must be measured and patient sharing this new and now wonderful truth.
Imagine those disciples on Easter. The disappointment reached a low they had never imagined. Not only was He dead. But now? Now he was gone from the grave.
And this was devastating. Until they realized he was more than gone. He is Risen. A new, strange, frightening reality. A reality they weren't sure they could accept. A truth they didn't know how to live with. But it didn't take long. They couldn't stop themselves. They told everyone. And we still do. We tell everyone. Sometimes the wrong people. Sometimes to our own demise and peril. Sometimes with people who just aren't ready. But we still do it. We still tell the truth to anyone and everyone.
We have to. It's our reality.
One of the most astounding qualities of any living creature is the ability to adapt to incredible changes in circumstances or reality. It was every bit as true on that first Easter as it was for my little E today. Just hours later she has gotten over what was certainly the most tramatic experience in her first 8 years on earth. And now, she cannot contain the new truth. She wants to tell everyone. But since CG is still living with the bunny, E must be measured and patient sharing this new and now wonderful truth.
Imagine those disciples on Easter. The disappointment reached a low they had never imagined. Not only was He dead. But now? Now he was gone from the grave.
And this was devastating. Until they realized he was more than gone. He is Risen. A new, strange, frightening reality. A reality they weren't sure they could accept. A truth they didn't know how to live with. But it didn't take long. They couldn't stop themselves. They told everyone. And we still do. We tell everyone. Sometimes the wrong people. Sometimes to our own demise and peril. Sometimes with people who just aren't ready. But we still do it. We still tell the truth to anyone and everyone.
We have to. It's our reality.
Shattered Dreams
I can't believe I did it. I have never broken her heart like this. Nobody had. The shock and pain washed over her face leaving a flood of tears as lasting proof. I thought she knew. I assumed she at least suspected.
But she didn't. She was floating along in that childlike wonder believing all was just as I had said. One sentence. Six little words formed a statement that would forever change our worlds.
It is my fault. I led her to believe this fairy tale. I was the one who told her it was true. But, how could she not have known? It was obviously too good to be true. I mean, seriously, a rabbit who can carry enough candy to supply all the children in the world? It's absurd.
But it was her reality. And it has been shattered and forever reformed. She's a little bit wiser, a little less naive.
And isn't that what Easter is really all about?
But she didn't. She was floating along in that childlike wonder believing all was just as I had said. One sentence. Six little words formed a statement that would forever change our worlds.
It is my fault. I led her to believe this fairy tale. I was the one who told her it was true. But, how could she not have known? It was obviously too good to be true. I mean, seriously, a rabbit who can carry enough candy to supply all the children in the world? It's absurd.
But it was her reality. And it has been shattered and forever reformed. She's a little bit wiser, a little less naive.
And isn't that what Easter is really all about?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Economy Hits Sesame Street!
So, what prompted me looking into the TV of my childhood (see earlier post) was a discussion about how even Big Bird is suffering in this economy. Sesame Workshop has announced cutting it's workforce by 20%.
Butch Henry is Muffin
This one is for those of you who listen to sports radio in waco and who grew up within the signal strength of WFAA. All of you. Every last one of you who fit that demo. The rest of you can go eat cupcakes.
I have always been fascinated by the awful-ness of Tom and Butch's voices. Not their show, just their voices. And they have been on since the station started when I was in undergrad. For those of you who don't know, that was a looooong time ago. I am compelled to listen. Compelled in the same way that i am compelled on occasion to touch a 9 volt battery to my tongue.
In addition, I love Muffin. For those of you who grew up in the horrible outliers (Houston), you missed out on Muffin. Muffin was the puppet sidekick of Mr. Peppermint on Channel 8's Saturday morning show, "Peppermint Palace." They taught me how to make donuts with refrigerated biscuits and cooking oil. When I was 6. And my parents were still asleep. We all survived. The "donuts" sucked.
Anyhow, I discovered some old footage of the show of my youth (not college youth, the other - better - youth). And I realized that Muffin sounds JUST LIKE Butch.
That is all
editor's note: Mr. Peppermint's son is the lead singer for Butthole Surfers.
I have always been fascinated by the awful-ness of Tom and Butch's voices. Not their show, just their voices. And they have been on since the station started when I was in undergrad. For those of you who don't know, that was a looooong time ago. I am compelled to listen. Compelled in the same way that i am compelled on occasion to touch a 9 volt battery to my tongue.
In addition, I love Muffin. For those of you who grew up in the horrible outliers (Houston), you missed out on Muffin. Muffin was the puppet sidekick of Mr. Peppermint on Channel 8's Saturday morning show, "Peppermint Palace." They taught me how to make donuts with refrigerated biscuits and cooking oil. When I was 6. And my parents were still asleep. We all survived. The "donuts" sucked.
Anyhow, I discovered some old footage of the show of my youth (not college youth, the other - better - youth). And I realized that Muffin sounds JUST LIKE Butch.
That is all
editor's note: Mr. Peppermint's son is the lead singer for Butthole Surfers.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I have THE solution for the economy
The fact is, I didn't come up with the solution. Others have websites devoted to implementing it.
But it so obtainable. The answer is right in front of our eyes. It makes so much sense I want to dropkick a Furby.
It has been brought up from time to time. Some major companies dabbled with it during the gas price crisis of 2008 (remember that?). A school district in Florida has it up for a vote. One entire state has experimented with it.
THE FOUR-DAY WORK WEEK.
It doesn't just fix the economy, it fixes EVERYTHING.
(slogan the sole property of kendall)
C'mon, people. This makes sense. All the productivity, all the consumer spending, 20% less utility cost to businesses, 20% less commuter pollution, 50% more days with the family, 50% more days to spend at the mall.
Imagine. Instead of rushing kids to after school activities in the 3 hours between school and bed, you could do all that stuff on Fridays.
Wednesday wouldn't be hump-day. We wouldn't need it. I don't even think we'd complain about Monday if we only have three more days to the weekend. We probably wouldn't ever complain about anything ever in this new 4DWW eutopia.
There is no downside. NONE. Point out the flaws. I dare ya.
Point out the downside. I dare you.
But it so obtainable. The answer is right in front of our eyes. It makes so much sense I want to dropkick a Furby.
It has been brought up from time to time. Some major companies dabbled with it during the gas price crisis of 2008 (remember that?). A school district in Florida has it up for a vote. One entire state has experimented with it.
THE FOUR-DAY WORK WEEK.
It doesn't just fix the economy, it fixes EVERYTHING.
(slogan the sole property of kendall)
C'mon, people. This makes sense. All the productivity, all the consumer spending, 20% less utility cost to businesses, 20% less commuter pollution, 50% more days with the family, 50% more days to spend at the mall.
Imagine. Instead of rushing kids to after school activities in the 3 hours between school and bed, you could do all that stuff on Fridays.
Wednesday wouldn't be hump-day. We wouldn't need it. I don't even think we'd complain about Monday if we only have three more days to the weekend. We probably wouldn't ever complain about anything ever in this new 4DWW eutopia.
There is no downside. NONE. Point out the flaws. I dare ya.
Point out the downside. I dare you.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Lame Ripoff
I have been convinced for years that THEY are monitoring my thoughts and using all the great ideas I never have the resources to set in motion. It normally hasn't bothered me because, again, I didn't have the resources to pull it off anyhow.
The ideas are always nearly identical to mine and are always successful. So I take it as affirmation of my ability to be a fabulously wealthy entrepreneur at some point. It's that first million that is holding me back. Once I have that, the sky is the limit.
BUT THIS ONE ANNOYS ME. It doesn't annoy me because I was ready to make money off of it. I didn't even ever plan to make money off this one. This one was for me and my friends. If any of you have ever had the chance to darken the lanes of a bowling alley in my company, you have probably had the honor and privilege of participating in the greatness that is Kendall Bowling. What the name lacks in panache, the game more than makes up for in unnecessary intricacy and arbitrary rules. Without getting into such minutia I will say this; the basic premise is to get the highest score possible without getting a strike or spare (either of which will eliminate you from the game) or a gutter ball (which subtracts points from your score). It is not as easy as it sounds. Most rounds end with only one person NOT knocking down all the pins.
Nobody has ever not had a blast playing this game. And with good reason, it is brilliant.
But now, the corporate big wigs are trying to profit from it. And like corporate big wigs always do, they have dumbed it down and sucked all the brilliance out of it for their own gain. GutterBowling IS NOT great. It is lame. It is sold as something that requires no skill. It lies. a skilled bowler can win this game every time. They just turned it into (with all due respect) white trash golf. Where's the chance? Where's the capreciousness? WHERE'S THE KENDALLNESS?
Whatever.
The ideas are always nearly identical to mine and are always successful. So I take it as affirmation of my ability to be a fabulously wealthy entrepreneur at some point. It's that first million that is holding me back. Once I have that, the sky is the limit.
BUT THIS ONE ANNOYS ME. It doesn't annoy me because I was ready to make money off of it. I didn't even ever plan to make money off this one. This one was for me and my friends. If any of you have ever had the chance to darken the lanes of a bowling alley in my company, you have probably had the honor and privilege of participating in the greatness that is Kendall Bowling. What the name lacks in panache, the game more than makes up for in unnecessary intricacy and arbitrary rules. Without getting into such minutia I will say this; the basic premise is to get the highest score possible without getting a strike or spare (either of which will eliminate you from the game) or a gutter ball (which subtracts points from your score). It is not as easy as it sounds. Most rounds end with only one person NOT knocking down all the pins.
Nobody has ever not had a blast playing this game. And with good reason, it is brilliant.
But now, the corporate big wigs are trying to profit from it. And like corporate big wigs always do, they have dumbed it down and sucked all the brilliance out of it for their own gain. GutterBowling IS NOT great. It is lame. It is sold as something that requires no skill. It lies. a skilled bowler can win this game every time. They just turned it into (with all due respect) white trash golf. Where's the chance? Where's the capreciousness? WHERE'S THE KENDALLNESS?
Whatever.
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