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Food Force Five

Personally, I think I'll stick with first person shooter video games, but if you want to feed the hungry via a video game, here's your chance.

Background information here.

UPDATE: Hmm, the link to the Food Force game web site appears to be hosed.

Maybe They Should Have Tried KKKrunch?

Nogger Black?

Stress Test

Last weekend, I finally got around to the distasteful task of putting sheetrock up in the porch, in one of my spring attempts at improving the resale potential for this little house of mine.

I'm not a carpenter. I don't even play one on TV. So, as I walked around Home Depot and looked at all the tools and materials required to adequately hang and finish sheetrock, I felt a little like I was about to perform open heart surgery on a patient after having briefly paged through Grey's Anatomy. I needed more information. To the Internet!!

Thank you, Lowe's!

Thus adequately armed with precious information, I went and purchased 14 sheets of drywall, a hand-held drill and enough drywall screws to likely cover the Sears Tower from top to bottom, with enough screws left over to cover. . . oh, I don't know, my porch. In other words, I have a lot of leftover screws.

After about 45 minutes of hanging sheetrock, I came to a thunderous conclusion, that being that you should never, ever, evernever, hang sheetrock with a girlfriend. Oh, the arguments we had! About nothing!

For example, when I explained to my girlfriend that power outlets and light switches had to be pulled out so that they were flush with the sheetrock, she disagreed. When I tried to point out that putting a faceplate over a square hole cut in sheetrock to cover an outlet buried half and inch back behind the sheetrock, she didn't seem to grasp my point. So, I told her to go inside the house, remove and faceplate of her choice, and report back to me.

"Okay, in this case, it appears you're right," she said meekly from inside the house, after having removed a faceplate of her choosing.

You know, I don't know if there are any sweeter words a man can hear than those spoken by his significant other indicating his rightness and her wrongness. It's just so. . . gratifying.

In my girlfriend's defense, she did do all the measurements for cutting the sheetrock, and she nailed the exact location of all the outlets and switches perfectly. She's a measuring machine. The tape measure is strong in that one. She is one with the tape measure.

But she can't drive screws to save her soul! Here I had purchased a handheld electric drill, with a screwdriver attachment, and she couldn't drive a screw straight into drywall for anything. It was like watching Tim Taylor trying to drive screws while suffering a seizure. I finally had to ask her to hand over the drill and to kindly go measure something.

Such was the weekend for the girlfriend and myself. Dusty, dirty sheetrock hanging, with about 800 small and meaningless disputes and bickerings thrown in for good measure.

The next chapter: mudding and taping. So, if you hear about a serious case of domestic squabbling coming out of Rochester next weekend, you'll know why.

Me and Pandas

Evelyn says: "Lindburg said Bai Yun had displayed signs of being receptive to mating in recent days, including yipping and raising her tail, walking through water and scraping pine tree bark onto her head and face."

Ryan says: Um. . . okay?

Evelyn says: Read this.

Evelyn says: For some reason I found that paragraph particularly amusing.

Ryan says: If you think of it in human terms, it's quite funny.

Evelyn says: Exactly

Ryan says: I've never quite been able to understand the media fascination with panda news.

Evelyn says: Because they're rare and they don't breed well in captivity. They're on the brink of extinction.

Ryan says: All those qualifiers can also be applied to me, but I don't see any news vans following me around.

Evelyn says: I'm not going to go there.

UPDATE: Yes, I did update this post, for readability, and continuity. Sue me.

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Demon Hound

Saw the following picture at this Fark thread. I laughed out loud, and then I got really scared.

Still here, just busy

Light posting, I know. I'd prefer to write more, but happenings at work have me just slightly less than terrified. Long story short, I've kind of been promoted, without really wanting to be, and I'm dealing with all sorts of new and exciting job requirements that I honestly don't think I'm qualified to perform.

Oh, and hey, if any of you readers out there are tech-heads in the IBM mainframe/zSeries field, I'm officially the managing editor for a mainframe-specific magazine, and I'll be looking for article authors shortly, if you're interested in helping out a brother.

Anyway, back to hell I go. Warm down here.