• MEDIA: Breaking the News September 5, 2010
    The Birmingham News Co. can’t demolish its historic former home just yet.Two weeks ago, the Birmingham Design Review Committee (BDRC) said it could no longer deny the News a demolition permit because, […]
  • POLITICS: Run, White Lady, Run! September 5, 2010
    UPDATE: Read War on Dumb in the March 29 issue of the Birmingham Weekly. This morning The Birmingham News reported that Birmingham City Councilor Valerie Abbott is considering running for mayor. At C […]

Tutorial: Custom Pumpkin Carving Templates with Photoshop and Illustrator

furball Have you ever seen those really cool pumpkin carvings that look like photographs?  Yeah, me too.  I wondered to myself, aloud, while alone in my office, “How do they do that?”  It came to me that, of course, they must first start with a photograph.  I reasoned from there that, naturally, they must convert the photo into a two tone image, as the pumpkin carving will be composed of only two “colors” (either pumpkin or not pumpkin).  Well, from there, I knew just what to do.  Read on, and so will you!

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New Job

Tell me you at least use a Captcha.

Birthday Party

No one ever calls them birthday parties anymore.  It’s always “Birthday Bash” or “Birthday Blowout” or “Birthday Extravaganza!”  Come on, it’s just a birthday party.  That’s what we had last Saturday, even though my actual birthday was eight days prior.  I worked nearly half of all the hours between midnight and midnight on my real birthday, so we postponed the festivities.

Saturday was chosen because, by then, my coworkers would be back in town from their vacations, and also because Extemporaneous Theatre Co. had a show at eight o’clock.  I love ETC shows, and as such attend every new show at least once.

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Don’t Fix It

It was then that I shoved my broken cell phone down Tom's throat.

Fragging Santa

I feed on the tears of l33tspeakers.

No Service

The sign was later amended with 'No Wangs'

All of Our Technicians

Trying my hand at a web comic.  This is the first entry.

The one on the far right is Carlos.

Oh shit. A GIS gallery.

I’ve recently taken to doing Google Image Searches to entertain myself.  I’ll think up some generic expression, sometimes one with humorous connotations, type into Google, and enjoy the funny images*.  Today, I’ve decided I’d share some.  What follows are selected results from a GIS for “oh shit”.  I hope you enjoy!

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Nothing that follows is factual…

A few weeks ago, I decided to make a visit to Wal-Mart.  I didn’t have any purpose in the visit, and I didn’t even bother to check the grocery list before leaving the house.  This is something that I do from time to time, and it is never a good idea.  The inevitable result is my purchasing something that I don’t need, and, in many cases, don’t really even want, but which I feel I must buy, only to justify my trip, which I knowingly initiated without justification.

Now, I can’t deny that such outings don’t typically follow the ingestion of the smoke of cannabinoids.  In fact, that is very much the typical circumstance.  This is likely the reason that, on the specific instance of which I am presently telling, I forgot to look at the grocery list before leaving the house.  Actually, I did think of the grocery list after I locked the door, but it was too late at that point.  I had to catch the traffic light, and the lock on that damned door always sticks, slowing me down.

That fucking traffic light.  If you don’t catch it, you’ll wait there for seventeen years, and that’s God’s truth.  Of course, as the Bible clearly illustrates, God has a really screwed up sense of time, so that explains that.  It’s probably more like two minutes, and that is way too long.  It wouldn’t be so bad if there was traffic there, but there isn’t.  You just sit there and stare at a desolate road, and feel like a dunce because the only thing keeping you from moving is a light that holds no real power over you.  It’s not like red light has the ability to arrest your engine’s power.  Not at all.  Police have the ability to arrest me, though, if I run a traffic light.  Well, I’m sure that isn’t true, but they can write me a ticket.  Goddamn tickets can break you fast.

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Six Flags Over Georgia in 2009 – A Horror Story

Jennifer and I went to Six Flags Over Georgia in Atlanta last Sunday, along with my younger sister Katie.  I was really excited about the trip, and we all succeeded in having a lot of fun.  Yes, we enjoyed ourselves, in spite of the apparent efforts of the staff to keep us from doing so.

Let me start, however, with the nice things that I have to say.  The tickets were very fair; only $29.99 at the gate.  We got ours at a discount through the UAB ticket office, a perk of Jennifer’s employment, saving us a cool $4 per ticket.  That’s a total savings of $12 on three tickets, which was almost enough to cover the souvenir cup that allowed us free refills all day ($12.99).  Oh, that souvenir cup—more on that later.

The crowd was not at all bad.  We may have had to wait an hour at the new and improved (sarcasm intended) Monster Mansion (previously Monster Plantation), but I don’t think it was even quite that long there.  I think we waited an half hour at Batman: The Ride, fifteen minutes at Mindbender, and ten at Goliath, which we rode twice (we needed to ride that one multiple times out of principle—again, more that later).  The longest wait was, by far, Superman.  We were there for something in the vicinity of ninety minutes.  If I could have picked a line to be in for ninety minutes, Superman would not have been it.  You’re going to find out why.

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