Rembrandt Q. Einstein

for those of you who own a computer (who doesn't these days?) and also have access to a digital camera (see previous parenthetical comment) here's a neat little trick: take a picture of whatever is behind your screen and set it as your background. you've got a transparent computer!

speaking of computers, remember the Apple II? here's a site where you can play all of your old favorites like Oregon Trail. strangely, it only works on Windows, but you Mac nerds can download a free IIgs emulator and download the game ROMs from virtualapple. then all you need is a copy of a ROM from an actual IIgs, so pull the Woz out of the closet and plug it in, if only for a few minutes. nothing like reliving your childhood.

and if that wasn't tech info enough, all you Safari users will be happy to know that Google Maps now functions properly for the rest of us. goodbye mapquest.

now, if you didn't care about ANY of the above (chances are you didn't) I have a couple of questions. am I supposed to think that Mousetrap R. Overcharge is a real person? and if so, do I then trust this person enough to take his/her advice to apply for a mortgage? whose first name is Mousetrap?

yours,
Macs Power

what?

while in Spain, the tour company owner/guide asked me how I would say the following in Spanish:

what? how do I eat? I eat how I eat.

after thinking a bit, I replied:

¿como? ¿como como? como como como.

and then everyone laughed. reminded me of 'Karma Chameleon'.

happy purim/easter.

the visited becomes the visitor

last few days have been a whirlwind for the DG. Wednesday brought with it a visit from EP & KP, as well as a slightly more brief visit from MN. a lot of pasta was eaten. then came Thursday, or as it was this week 'Beersday', when less than half of my english class showed up. it was really almost kind of very, you know, boring, though made slightly more tolerable by our friend Al C. on Friday evening I boarded a flight to Washington, D.C. to begin a relaxing two-night stay at Mikey and Cilla's in Arlington. it took just over three hours door-to-door; 'twas both amazing and stress-free. this lead up to a half-roadtrip with the stepmom back to MI which involved me driving for 7.5 hours straight (I'm that nuts). five days of blurriness to be sure. myself was thoroughly enjoyed.

so while in DC, I assisted brother with the stuffing, stamping, and sealing of wedding invitations. you know how on Seinfeld George's fiancé dies from licking toxic envelope glue? well, we had our own glue-lemma. no one was injured luckily, but we spent a frustrating couple of hours trying to find the optimum method by which to seal the blessed things. I first built a custom sponge, specifically shaped to the outline of the envelope's edge (picture a rectangle with an equilateral triangle cut out of the bottom), but this proved faulty because the glue would either get too wet, or not wet enough to become gluey. I then resorted to the old 'tongue to paper' tactic, which worked for a few, but then the taste and the fact that the envelopes were coming open began to bother me. I later had the good idea to use a glue stick, which we went out and purchased at CVS only after visiting Carvel for some much-needed dairy. we then returned to the apartment where my brother finished sealing the envelopes while I passed out in a food coma.

I also learnt that, as the best man, it will be my responsibility to not only deliver a toast/speech, but also to read any telegrams that come in 'over the wire'. this excites me greatly. I then asked the question: 'can you still send telegrams, do they even exist anymore?'. as per usual, the internet had my back on that one.

during the mostly rainy trip home today I had a 'Best in Show' flashback to a scene that went a little something like this:

hotel manager: How was the trip up?
Gerry Fleck: A super drive. Put a few clicks on the old odometer. Yeah, it was nice down in Georgia, then it rained. It rained most of the way. It stayed overcast through Virginia...

and it did.

well, that's enough of that.
{I'm David}

push the button

have you ever noticed how in movies and on television, when someone becomes uncomfortable in a situation (usually at a meal [most often in a coffee shop]) they say 'I gotta go' and quickly walk out? this is ridiculous because they obviously don't have to leave, they merely want to. where is it they are fleeing off to? why doesn't anyone ever question them? this is usually the point when the leavee says something to the effect of '...[insert name of leaver]...wait, don't...' and has to make the decision of whether or not go after the leaver. correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think this happens in real life.

last week I witnessed a succesful stairway pass. if you'll recall, I am opposed to people using the wrong side of a divided stairway. well, I was walking up to class and the girl in front of me must have decided that the young woman she was following wasn't moving at a sufficient rate of speed. she then moved to the oncoming stair lane (which, at that point, was devoid of traffic) and tried to pass her on the outside at the first landing. she was unsuccessful, but made the pass at the second landing. I don't really think she gained much time, but she did look like she was in a hurry. and it wasn't like class was about to start, she had at least five minutes. I'm not sure what my stance is on this type of pedestrian passing.

are there people reading this blog that I don't personally know/anyone from a different country? I'd love to know who and why. comment please.

thanx, mgt.

oh, and it rained too

royal leaders:

I apologize for the lack of updates in the last week or so. I was in Spain doing this.

I went to sleep at 9.5 pm last night, and am still pretty tired. I haven't the energy to write anything more, so you'll have to busy yourself looking at pictures and trying to piece together the story of the trip. pay close attention toward the end.

in all senses of the word,
David