It just takes a little perspective...
TBG
Friday, February 29, 2008
After All-Star...Augusta.
I departed New Orleans none the worse for wear...
As a matter of fact, I got out at about 4:00AM on Sunday morning heading for Augusta.
I had a meeting at A Nice Golf Course there, tinkering about with Laser Beams and reflective prisms.
Eddie and Brian giving the Geodimeter a workout.
The guys from the PGA Tour were there and I absorbed all the info I could about PGA Tour's Laser equipment and how to configure the little monsters.
Amen Corner
It will look completely different by the first week of April.
Jingalls was on his way up to work on a screen projector so I offered to stay behind and help him. He and Jon VDW arrived just in time for Happy Hour at Hooters.
Jim was happy...
Can't you tell?
Dinner at Rinehart's... Mmmm. Shrimp and Oysters.
This was a bit odd...
This was just going on way too long...
It was more than just a "Glad to see you could make it" smooch.
This was more of a "Come over here by the jukebox where our boyfriends can't see us for just a minute and let me give you a proper hello."
Family establishment, my aching, dying ass.
Since we only had drinks at Hooters on Monday night, it was only fitting that we should go there on Tuesday for the Double Punch Lunch...
Jon, Belle and Jimbo.
Good times, good times.
TBG out-
As a matter of fact, I got out at about 4:00AM on Sunday morning heading for Augusta.
I had a meeting at A Nice Golf Course there, tinkering about with Laser Beams and reflective prisms.
Eddie and Brian giving the Geodimeter a workout.
The guys from the PGA Tour were there and I absorbed all the info I could about PGA Tour's Laser equipment and how to configure the little monsters.
Amen Corner
It will look completely different by the first week of April.
Jingalls was on his way up to work on a screen projector so I offered to stay behind and help him. He and Jon VDW arrived just in time for Happy Hour at Hooters.
Jim was happy...
Can't you tell?
Dinner at Rinehart's... Mmmm. Shrimp and Oysters.
This was a bit odd...
This was just going on way too long...
It was more than just a "Glad to see you could make it" smooch.
This was more of a "Come over here by the jukebox where our boyfriends can't see us for just a minute and let me give you a proper hello."
Family establishment, my aching, dying ass.
Since we only had drinks at Hooters on Monday night, it was only fitting that we should go there on Tuesday for the Double Punch Lunch...
Jon, Belle and Jimbo.
Good times, good times.
TBG out-
Life - In a nutshell.
Play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play,
play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play,
play, play, play, play, play, play, play, play, school, play,
school, play, school, play, school, play, school, play, school,
school, school, school, school, school, school, school, school,
school, school, school, school, school, school, school, school,
school, school, school, school, school, first love, brief happiness,
break up, regret, school, school, school, school, school, school,
school, school, school, school, school, school, school, school,
school, play, work, play, work, play, work, play, work, work, work,
idealism, effort, rejection, failure, work, work, work, effort, failure,
compromise, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
commitment, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, play,
retire, play, die.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Quote of the Night
Whilst drinking at Rhinehart's in Augusta...
Girl drinking really heavily at bar:
She got offended because another (more drunker) girl was flashing her tits at Jingles...
"Hey...this is a family establishment!"
Jon VdW:
"Yeah, the Manson family."
TBG, looking forward to chocolate chip pancakes.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Quote of the Day
During the judging for the Slam-Dunk contest here at All Star weekend, Daryl Dawkins said
"He's got Power and Imagistration..." as he spoke about Dwight Howard...
We were laughing our asses off, but Natasha C was analyzing the etymology of the term Dawkins used...
"'Imagistration'? Does that mean he was thinking about rubbing one out?"
Wow.
TBG, phoning Webster's...
"He's got Power and Imagistration..." as he spoke about Dwight Howard...
We were laughing our asses off, but Natasha C was analyzing the etymology of the term Dawkins used...
"'Imagistration'? Does that mean he was thinking about rubbing one out?"
Wow.
TBG, phoning Webster's...
Pop Quiz - Orgasms
During beers & other beverages the following question came up...
Where was it ever said that it is the man’s responsibility to see that the woman achieves orgasm? Most likely this concept comes from women’s studies departments always eager to prove that men stink in every area.
Absolute truth? It’s HER job to have her orgasm and it’s mine to have mine.
I just didn't know what to say...so I told the joke that should obviously follow this conversation...
Q: Why do women fake orgasms?
A: Because they think men care.
TBG out-
Misc NBA Guy: "If she’s had five glasses of wine, and you’ve had six beers, who’s going to reach orgasm first?"
Other Misc NBA Guy: "Who cares?"
Scary, huh?---------------------------------------
Where was it ever said that it is the man’s responsibility to see that the woman achieves orgasm? Most likely this concept comes from women’s studies departments always eager to prove that men stink in every area.
Absolute truth? It’s HER job to have her orgasm and it’s mine to have mine.
I just didn't know what to say...so I told the joke that should obviously follow this conversation...
Q: Why do women fake orgasms?
A: Because they think men care.
TBG out-
Friday, February 15, 2008
Quote of the Day
"The equipment isn't lost...
We just don't know where it is."
- Bill L, NBA All Star Weekend, NOLA
We just don't know where it is."
- Bill L, NBA All Star Weekend, NOLA
Thursday, February 14, 2008
New Orleans - Wednesday Night
But first...
You have to admire this TV Truck Technician's organizational acumen...
Truth in labeling.
Crawfish Quest...
Last time I was here I missed out on getting my teeth on some crawfish. I wasn't going to let it happen again...
I wound up over on the West End, basically because anything in the Quarter is going to be overpriced; I went over to the Lakefront to one of the baitshop/boat rental/seafood market places to get some redbugs.
I sat at the bar and ordered 2 pounds of tasty arthropods...
Can't you just smell the cayenne?
Suck the head, pinch the tail...
Just like back in high school.
They were so good that, glutton that I am, I ordered 2 more pounds as a langinappe.
I hunted up Bill L after returning from the slaughter in Bucktown...
I was reeking of boil spices and crawfish guts as we wandered down to the Cafe du Monde for a warm beverage (its been in the 40s here) and a little dessert.
Beginets and chicory coffee. Yum!
Mmmm... Square donuts and powdered sugar.
Wonder what we'll do tonight... I hear there is a Rodizio down on Iberville.
This can only end in tears.
TBG out-
You have to admire this TV Truck Technician's organizational acumen...
Truth in labeling.
Crawfish Quest...
Last time I was here I missed out on getting my teeth on some crawfish. I wasn't going to let it happen again...
I wound up over on the West End, basically because anything in the Quarter is going to be overpriced; I went over to the Lakefront to one of the baitshop/boat rental/seafood market places to get some redbugs.
I sat at the bar and ordered 2 pounds of tasty arthropods...
Can't you just smell the cayenne?
Suck the head, pinch the tail...
Just like back in high school.
They were so good that, glutton that I am, I ordered 2 more pounds as a langinappe.
I hunted up Bill L after returning from the slaughter in Bucktown...
I was reeking of boil spices and crawfish guts as we wandered down to the Cafe du Monde for a warm beverage (its been in the 40s here) and a little dessert.
Beginets and chicory coffee. Yum!
Mmmm... Square donuts and powdered sugar.
Wonder what we'll do tonight... I hear there is a Rodizio down on Iberville.
This can only end in tears.
TBG out-
How the fight started...
- from AnnaMarie
I rear-ended a car this morning.
So there we are, alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car
...and you know how you just-get-sooo-stressed and life-stuff seems to get funny?
Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it . . . he was a DWARF! He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, "I AM NOT HAPPY!"
So, I look down at him and say, "Well, which one are you then?"
...and that's when the fight started...
I rear-ended a car this morning.
So there we are, alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car
...and you know how you just-get-sooo-stressed and life-stuff seems to get funny?
Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it . . . he was a DWARF! He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, "I AM NOT HAPPY!"
So, I look down at him and say, "Well, which one are you then?"
...and that's when the fight started...
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
NBA All Star Weekend - New Orleans
-or-
It's not Rocket Surgery...
We've been installing several miles of cables for our normal stats and clock feeds here in New Orleans for the NBA's All Star game... This year we're in New Orleans...
If you want to look back on last year's trip-to-hell, click here.
This year has been fun...
First- getting here... I had 4 equipment cases (laptops, modems, cables, etc) to drag along so I figured I'd save a little dough on excess baggage and airfare and drive over here from Jacksonville...
Wow. 10 hours behind the wheel, listening to podcasts and dodging deer & possums on I-10 across North Florida.
But... I made it.
Loads of fun here so far. It rained all day on Tuesday- It put us a little behind, but Bill L. and I got the arena TV truck compound cables run and tested before end of day today.
During the rain yesterday we hit the cabling for the Jam Session at the convention center and got that squared away, so we actually did OK.
Just a few pics of the going-on here in New Orleans...
John R working on some unique new server installed in the IT Trailer...
Tweaking the flux capacitor on the new server.
Testing the output
"Of course it works! The NBA IT Staff can install anything."
----
Elsewhere in New Orleans...
Signs of the Apocalypse
Two for $150...
Do that include installation?
----
Sadness.
I has it.
Yup. It's closed.
So sad.
----
TBG out-
It's not Rocket Surgery...
We've been installing several miles of cables for our normal stats and clock feeds here in New Orleans for the NBA's All Star game... This year we're in New Orleans...
If you want to look back on last year's trip-to-hell, click here.
This year has been fun...
First- getting here... I had 4 equipment cases (laptops, modems, cables, etc) to drag along so I figured I'd save a little dough on excess baggage and airfare and drive over here from Jacksonville...
Wow. 10 hours behind the wheel, listening to podcasts and dodging deer & possums on I-10 across North Florida.
But... I made it.
Loads of fun here so far. It rained all day on Tuesday- It put us a little behind, but Bill L. and I got the arena TV truck compound cables run and tested before end of day today.
During the rain yesterday we hit the cabling for the Jam Session at the convention center and got that squared away, so we actually did OK.
Just a few pics of the going-on here in New Orleans...
John R working on some unique new server installed in the IT Trailer...
Tweaking the flux capacitor on the new server.
Testing the output
"Of course it works! The NBA IT Staff can install anything."
----
Elsewhere in New Orleans...
Signs of the Apocalypse
Two for $150...
Do that include installation?
----
Sadness.
I has it.
Yup. It's closed.
So sad.
----
TBG out-
Sunday, February 10, 2008
New Business - The PC and her Beau
-or-
New Business- Same Old Business
In as much as I had a weekend off at home this month, The Perfect Child and I went up the range to shoot some trap on this fine Saturday.
I suggested she bring her beau, Beau, along for the trip.
In my warped and twisted mind, it doesn't hurt to demonstrate that not only do I have a large number of firearms, I am generally proficient in their use.
Hence, the comments made to said Beau during the Christmas Holiday at the neighborhood good-cheer-and-eggnog party, basically "I have a shotgun, a shovel and a big backyard, and no one will miss you" will take on a whole new gravity.
It's no "American Gothic", but I'm not Grant Wood, either.
The PC awaiting her turn to shoot as Beau lines up his shot.
Another clay pigeon bites the dust.
They did OK...
He won the competition... He hit 13, and she only got 12...
(...or was she sandbagging? Hmmm...)
Me? 24 for 25, just for the record.
TBG, making a point.
New Business- Same Old Business
In as much as I had a weekend off at home this month, The Perfect Child and I went up the range to shoot some trap on this fine Saturday.
I suggested she bring her beau, Beau, along for the trip.
In my warped and twisted mind, it doesn't hurt to demonstrate that not only do I have a large number of firearms, I am generally proficient in their use.
Hence, the comments made to said Beau during the Christmas Holiday at the neighborhood good-cheer-and-eggnog party, basically "I have a shotgun, a shovel and a big backyard, and no one will miss you" will take on a whole new gravity.
It's no "American Gothic", but I'm not Grant Wood, either.
The PC awaiting her turn to shoot as Beau lines up his shot.
Another clay pigeon bites the dust.
They did OK...
He won the competition... He hit 13, and she only got 12...
(...or was she sandbagging? Hmmm...)
Me? 24 for 25, just for the record.
TBG, making a point.
Old Business - New Camera
Hey Boss... What is that? A new camera?
Is that the new Canon XTi DSLR? Nice.
Don't let this one get stolen.
TBG, enjoying the new camera...
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Old Business - DanO's Wedding.
(I know, it's about damn time...)
"...Anita, put your left hand there on the table. Good.
Dan, you put your left hand there on top of hers...Nice.
Ah..so romantic. See how the rings sparkle in juxtaposition with each other in the candlelight. Beautiful.
Now... Dan... As you look at your hand covering hers, I want you to realize something...
This is the last time your will have the upper hand in this relationship."
-- Chris, DanO's Best Man, as part of his toast to the happy couple.
Quite a time was had at DanO's wedding- held in lovely Point Pleasant Beach, New Jersey.
For instance...
As the bride made her rounds...
Anita addressing the NHL contingent including Peter D, Pat P's wife- Suzanne, Pat P and Luc.
The Groomsmen were getting ready to augment the Groom's blood alcohol level...
"Shots for everyone!"
"...and here's your's, Dano."
A lovely selection of cigars were on hand...
Rallis and Luc enjoying the Fuente Cuba Coronas
Lo and Behold- Yours Truly in Tie and Braces!
(Hereafter known as the Miracle in New Jersey)
Luc and YT burning one...
Cigars- they're not just for guys any more...
Trecia and Nicci...
Dangerously close to one another.
More of The Girls enjoying the Stogies...
Once the festivities at the reception ran out, we all adjourned to the bar at the Sheraton in Eatontown...
Rallis giving DanO some tips on a happy marriage...
Or maybe just discussing the qualities of good Scotch in plastic cups.
The last thing I remember before retiring was Dan & Anita singing something from the soundtrack from Grease...
I overheard someone during the reception utter the Phrase of the Weekend...
"It's about damn time they tied the knot!"
Hear hear!
TBG, out-
"...Anita, put your left hand there on the table. Good.
Dan, you put your left hand there on top of hers...Nice.
Ah..so romantic. See how the rings sparkle in juxtaposition with each other in the candlelight. Beautiful.
Now... Dan... As you look at your hand covering hers, I want you to realize something...
This is the last time your will have the upper hand in this relationship."
-- Chris, DanO's Best Man, as part of his toast to the happy couple.
Quite a time was had at DanO's wedding- held in lovely Point Pleasant Beach, New Jersey.
For instance...
As the bride made her rounds...
Anita addressing the NHL contingent including Peter D, Pat P's wife- Suzanne, Pat P and Luc.
The Groomsmen were getting ready to augment the Groom's blood alcohol level...
"Shots for everyone!"
"...and here's your's, Dano."
A lovely selection of cigars were on hand...
Rallis and Luc enjoying the Fuente Cuba Coronas
Lo and Behold- Yours Truly in Tie and Braces!
(Hereafter known as the Miracle in New Jersey)
Luc and YT burning one...
Cigars- they're not just for guys any more...
Trecia and Nicci...
Dangerously close to one another.
More of The Girls enjoying the Stogies...
Once the festivities at the reception ran out, we all adjourned to the bar at the Sheraton in Eatontown...
Rallis giving DanO some tips on a happy marriage...
Or maybe just discussing the qualities of good Scotch in plastic cups.
The last thing I remember before retiring was Dan & Anita singing something from the soundtrack from Grease...
I overheard someone during the reception utter the Phrase of the Weekend...
"It's about damn time they tied the knot!"
Hear hear!
TBG, out-
Hmmm. I might be wrong...
... This proof is irrefutable...
Maybe there is something to this Global Warming thing.
Maybe there is something to this Global Warming thing.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Dano & Anita
Genties and Ladlemen, I present to you
Mr & Mrs Dan O'Neill
Everyone congratulate the happy couple!
TBG- out-
Mr & Mrs Dan O'Neill
Everyone congratulate the happy couple!
TBG- out-
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Driving my Life Away & The Number of the Beast
Last week was interesting...
I rented a car from Avis, a nice Chrysler 300- very comfy, and drove the following:
Jacksonville Beach to Ft. Lauderdale. Around 330 Miles.
Later that night I drove back to Jacksonville Beach...
Again, 330 Miles.
The next day I drove to Atlanta... Stopping, of course, at Hooters in Macon for lunch.
Another 300 Miles
I did some time in the barrel at the NHL All Star Game...
Fun fun fun.
After that I was off to look at some wiring in New Orleans...
I departed Atlanta on Monday morning at 4:30am... it was 26 degrees.
471 miles later I was poking my nose about in a dust-filled TV truck bay.
I spent some quality time with David Munoz and the boys from the NBA...
A good time was had by all, including the topless girl riding the mechanical bull.
(Drinking wood alcohol will do that to ya...)
On Tuesday I was back behind the wheel heading down I-10 towards Jax Beach.
A quick stop at Calico Jacks in Tallahassee for their Oyster happy hour-
$5.40 a dozen for awesome Apalachicola bivalves. I had 2 dozen and left with a big smile on my face and the cruise control set for 78.
(As the Highway Patrol says: "At 8 you skate, at 9 you're mine.")
563 miles later I was back at my humble abode none the worse for the drive...
As I dropped off the rental car I had words for the Avis rep as he looked at the mileage total...2500 miles.
"Hey man... Better change the oil in that thing."
While in the Philips Arena we were testing the clocks...
I asked JR to put some random time on the clock and let it sit.
The clock will send the same time packet over and over. A random time will tell me that the data is getting to the clock hardware.
Zeros (0:00) don't work since some software use zero as their default, no-data display.
JR, in his infinite wisdom, chose the unfortunate time of 6:66.
Thus, displayed around the arena on about 100 different displays, was the Number of the Beast.
(JR isn't 100% familiar with the concept, he just knows it's a number that makes some subset of quasi-religious people a mite jumpy.)
That might be okay in Boston, and there is definitely no problem with doing that in New Yawk City... But in Atlanta...?
Yeah. Not a good idea.
In the infamous words of Jeremy the Park Ranger- "We've had some complaints."
It was quickly changed to 6:50- thus quelling the cries of protest from the ultra-religious residents of Atlanta.
Now then... The whole episode got me thinking as I was on the highway. During the long periods of driving the last few days I made a list.
(Gotta love the Voice Memo feature on the Crackberry...)
For your personal edification, here's the Numbers of the Beast
(Learn 'em, memorize 'em, collect 'em, trade 'em with your friends.)
666 - Biblical Number of the Beast
670
Approximate Number of the Beast (Rounding up)
DCLXVI
Roman Numeral of the Beast
665
Number of the Beast's Older Brother
667
Number of the Beast's Younger Sister
668
Number of the Beast's Neighbor
999
Number of the Australian Beast
333
Number of the Semi-Beast
66
Number of the Downsized Beast
6, uh..., I forget
Number of the Blond Beast
666.6666
Number of the High Precision Beast
665.9997856
Number of the Beast on an Original Fucked-up Floating Point Pentium
0.666
Number of the Millibeast
X / 666
Beast Common Denominator (Demon-inator?)
0.00150150...
Reciprocal of the Beast
-666
Opposite of the Beast
666i
Imaginary Number of the Beast
6.66 x 102
Scientific Notation of the Beast
25.8069758...
Square Root of the Beast
443556
Square of the Beast
1010011010
Binary Number of the Beast
1232
Octal of the Beast
29A
Hexidecimal of the Beast (Hex. Heh.)
2.8235
Log of the Beast
6.5913
Ln of the Beast
1.738 x 10289
Anti-Log of the Beast
00666
Zip Code of the Beast
666@hell.org
E-mail Address of the Beast
www.666.com
Website of the Beast
1-666-666-6666
Phone & FAX Number of the Beast
1-888-666-6666
Toll Free Number of the Beast
1-900-666-6666
Live Beasts, available now! One-on-one pacts!
Only $6.66 per minute! [Must be over 18!]
666-66-6666
Social Security Number of the Beast
Form 10666
Special IRS Tax Forms for the Beast
66.6%
Tax Rate of the Beast
6.66%
6-Year CD Interest Rate at First Beast Bank of Hell
($666 minimum deposit, $666 early withdrawal fee)
$666/hr
Billing Rate of the Beast's Lawyer
$665.95
Retail Price of the Beast
$710.36
Price of the Beast plus 6.66% Sales Tax
$769.95
Price of the Beast with accessories and replacement soul
$656.66
Wal-Mart Price of the Beast (next week $646.66!)
$55.50
Monthly Payments for Beast, in 12 easy installments
Phillips 666
Gasoline Used by the Beast (regular $6.66/gal)
Route 666
Highway of the Beast (where he gets his kicks!)
666 mph
Speed Limit on the Beast's Highway
6-6-6
Fertilizer of the Beast
666 lb cap
Weight Limit of the Beast
666 Minutes
Weekly News Show about the Beast (airs daily from
Midnight to 11:06 a.m., on Cable Channel 666, of course)
666 F
Oven Temperature for Cooking "Roast Beast"
666k
Retirement Plan of the Beast
666 mg
Recommended Minimum Daily Requirement of Beast
Lotus 6-6-6
Spreadsheet of the Beast
Word 6.66
Word Processor of the Beast
Windows 666
Bill Gates' Personal Beast Operating System
#666666
Font Color of the Beast
i66686
CPU of the Beast
666-I
BMW of the Beast
IAM 666
License Plate Number of the Beast
Formula 666
All Purpose Cleaner of the Beast
WD-666
Spray Lubricant of the Beast
DSM-666 (rev)
Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the Beast
66.6 MHz
FM Radio Station of the Beast
666 KHz
AM Radio Station of the Beast
66 for 6
A Beastly Score for an Innings (in cricket)
6 for 66
Bowling Figures of the Beast
6/6/6
Birthday of the Beast (but in which century?)
TBG, tired of sixes, out-
I rented a car from Avis, a nice Chrysler 300- very comfy, and drove the following:
Jacksonville Beach to Ft. Lauderdale. Around 330 Miles.
Later that night I drove back to Jacksonville Beach...
Again, 330 Miles.
The next day I drove to Atlanta... Stopping, of course, at Hooters in Macon for lunch.
Another 300 Miles
I did some time in the barrel at the NHL All Star Game...
Fun fun fun.
After that I was off to look at some wiring in New Orleans...
I departed Atlanta on Monday morning at 4:30am... it was 26 degrees.
471 miles later I was poking my nose about in a dust-filled TV truck bay.
I spent some quality time with David Munoz and the boys from the NBA...
A good time was had by all, including the topless girl riding the mechanical bull.
(Drinking wood alcohol will do that to ya...)
On Tuesday I was back behind the wheel heading down I-10 towards Jax Beach.
A quick stop at Calico Jacks in Tallahassee for their Oyster happy hour-
$5.40 a dozen for awesome Apalachicola bivalves. I had 2 dozen and left with a big smile on my face and the cruise control set for 78.
(As the Highway Patrol says: "At 8 you skate, at 9 you're mine.")
563 miles later I was back at my humble abode none the worse for the drive...
As I dropped off the rental car I had words for the Avis rep as he looked at the mileage total...2500 miles.
"Hey man... Better change the oil in that thing."
While in the Philips Arena we were testing the clocks...
I asked JR to put some random time on the clock and let it sit.
The clock will send the same time packet over and over. A random time will tell me that the data is getting to the clock hardware.
Zeros (0:00) don't work since some software use zero as their default, no-data display.
JR, in his infinite wisdom, chose the unfortunate time of 6:66.
Thus, displayed around the arena on about 100 different displays, was the Number of the Beast.
(JR isn't 100% familiar with the concept, he just knows it's a number that makes some subset of quasi-religious people a mite jumpy.)
That might be okay in Boston, and there is definitely no problem with doing that in New Yawk City... But in Atlanta...?
Yeah. Not a good idea.
In the infamous words of Jeremy the Park Ranger- "We've had some complaints."
It was quickly changed to 6:50- thus quelling the cries of protest from the ultra-religious residents of Atlanta.
Now then... The whole episode got me thinking as I was on the highway. During the long periods of driving the last few days I made a list.
(Gotta love the Voice Memo feature on the Crackberry...)
For your personal edification, here's the Numbers of the Beast
(Learn 'em, memorize 'em, collect 'em, trade 'em with your friends.)
666 - Biblical Number of the Beast
670
Approximate Number of the Beast (Rounding up)
DCLXVI
Roman Numeral of the Beast
665
Number of the Beast's Older Brother
667
Number of the Beast's Younger Sister
668
Number of the Beast's Neighbor
999
Number of the Australian Beast
333
Number of the Semi-Beast
66
Number of the Downsized Beast
6, uh..., I forget
Number of the Blond Beast
666.6666
Number of the High Precision Beast
665.9997856
Number of the Beast on an Original Fucked-up Floating Point Pentium
0.666
Number of the Millibeast
X / 666
Beast Common Denominator (Demon-inator?)
0.00150150...
Reciprocal of the Beast
-666
Opposite of the Beast
666i
Imaginary Number of the Beast
6.66 x 102
Scientific Notation of the Beast
25.8069758...
Square Root of the Beast
443556
Square of the Beast
1010011010
Binary Number of the Beast
1232
Octal of the Beast
29A
Hexidecimal of the Beast (Hex. Heh.)
2.8235
Log of the Beast
6.5913
Ln of the Beast
1.738 x 10289
Anti-Log of the Beast
00666
Zip Code of the Beast
666@hell.org
E-mail Address of the Beast
www.666.com
Website of the Beast
1-666-666-6666
Phone & FAX Number of the Beast
1-888-666-6666
Toll Free Number of the Beast
1-900-666-6666
Live Beasts, available now! One-on-one pacts!
Only $6.66 per minute! [Must be over 18!]
666-66-6666
Social Security Number of the Beast
Form 10666
Special IRS Tax Forms for the Beast
66.6%
Tax Rate of the Beast
6.66%
6-Year CD Interest Rate at First Beast Bank of Hell
($666 minimum deposit, $666 early withdrawal fee)
$666/hr
Billing Rate of the Beast's Lawyer
$665.95
Retail Price of the Beast
$710.36
Price of the Beast plus 6.66% Sales Tax
$769.95
Price of the Beast with accessories and replacement soul
$656.66
Wal-Mart Price of the Beast (next week $646.66!)
$55.50
Monthly Payments for Beast, in 12 easy installments
Phillips 666
Gasoline Used by the Beast (regular $6.66/gal)
Route 666
Highway of the Beast (where he gets his kicks!)
666 mph
Speed Limit on the Beast's Highway
6-6-6
Fertilizer of the Beast
666 lb cap
Weight Limit of the Beast
666 Minutes
Weekly News Show about the Beast (airs daily from
Midnight to 11:06 a.m., on Cable Channel 666, of course)
666 F
Oven Temperature for Cooking "Roast Beast"
666k
Retirement Plan of the Beast
666 mg
Recommended Minimum Daily Requirement of Beast
Lotus 6-6-6
Spreadsheet of the Beast
Word 6.66
Word Processor of the Beast
Windows 666
Bill Gates' Personal Beast Operating System
#666666
Font Color of the Beast
i66686
CPU of the Beast
666-I
BMW of the Beast
IAM 666
License Plate Number of the Beast
Formula 666
All Purpose Cleaner of the Beast
WD-666
Spray Lubricant of the Beast
DSM-666 (rev)
Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the Beast
66.6 MHz
FM Radio Station of the Beast
666 KHz
AM Radio Station of the Beast
66 for 6
A Beastly Score for an Innings (in cricket)
6 for 66
Bowling Figures of the Beast
6/6/6
Birthday of the Beast (but in which century?)
TBG, tired of sixes, out-
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Throwing in the Towel
2:30AM
I finally leftSatan David and Will at the Bourbon Cowboy...
There was a girl riding the mechanical bull topless.
Scary.
It was definitely time for me to go.
I have a long drive tomorrow.
TBG, heading back to the hotel-
I finally left
There was a girl riding the mechanical bull topless.
Scary.
It was definitely time for me to go.
I have a long drive tomorrow.
TBG, heading back to the hotel-
Bad Will Shooting
Poor Will S from the NBA IT staff being force-fed a shot from one of the shooter girls at Razoo on Bourbon St.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Quote of the Day - NBA-Style
I'm in New Orleans doing a quick site survey for the NBA All Star weekend.
There are a few NBA guys here, includingSatan David ...
They will be here through the event week, February 15-17, including Mardi Gras week.
This is what we in the business of events would call a Bad Thing.
During lunch today Robert H came up with an excellent observation that is today's QotD...
(Paraphrased)
"Nothing good happens after midnight. If you haven't found what your looking for by midnight, you might as well just go on home."
A true pragmatist.
Actual Quote:
"Only bad shit can happen after midnight.
No girl you pick up after midnight can possibly be worth a damn... All the good ones are taken by the time the clock strikes twelve. If you haven't found one by midnight, you might as well quit wasting your money and go back to the hotel and jerk off."
TBG out-
There are a few NBA guys here, including
They will be here through the event week, February 15-17, including Mardi Gras week.
This is what we in the business of events would call a Bad Thing.
During lunch today Robert H came up with an excellent observation that is today's QotD...
(Paraphrased)
"Nothing good happens after midnight. If you haven't found what your looking for by midnight, you might as well just go on home."
A true pragmatist.
Actual Quote:
"Only bad shit can happen after midnight.
No girl you pick up after midnight can possibly be worth a damn... All the good ones are taken by the time the clock strikes twelve. If you haven't found one by midnight, you might as well quit wasting your money and go back to the hotel and jerk off."
TBG out-
Sunday, January 27, 2008
NHL Breakdown Priorities
"We always break down the rooms with food first..."
- Chris W, NHL Director of Applications Development
- Chris W, NHL Director of Applications Development
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