gambrinous with griffonage

Painted Pipes

Erik Rubright — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 21:59:23 +0000

"The Internet is broken at the salon," says the Husbear.

"What do you mean?", I ask.

"There's no connection since I painted."

So I go to troubleshoot.

And what do I find?

*sigh*

Until next time...

Dear Prudence

Erik Rubright — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 06:38:22 +0000

I haven't been able to get this song out of my noggin today. I actually remember it playing in a most bizarre dream I had last night. The dream involved tornadoes. I've been having a lot of dreams with tornadoes as of late. I'm not sure what that's about.

Anyway. Back to the song.

While I now know this song was originally written by the Beatles, I will forever think of this song as a Siouxsie and the Banshees song. Because her/their version is so much better.

(YouTube link if you do not see the above embedded video .)

And how did I forget that Robert Smith of The Cure was at one time a member of the band?

Until next time...

DIY TARDIS

Erik Rubright — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 05:25:26 +0000

I know this video is 16 minutes long, but if you're a DIY fan or a Doctor Who fan (or both!) you'll appreciate this.

YouTube link

I wonder if the Husbear would notice if the TARDIS appeared as a permanent fixture in the yard this Spring?

Hmm....

Until next time...

The shoes command me…

Erik Rubright — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 01:19:31 +0000

... or at least they know my commands.

I received these custom Chucks for Yaksmas.

Funny story about them. At least one that I think is funny. One that gives an entirely new meaning to sneakernet.

The "D0NTPAN1C" stitched into the back of them? That *was* my master password. Well, kind of. It was the one I had set up so the Husbear could access my information if I got hit by a bus. (Apparently, he is unaware of case-sensitivity when it comes to passwords.) But I changed the password anyway.

Next time I'll just seal the password in an envelope and not actually tell him what the password is.

Until next time...

My duck’s bigger than your duck!

Erik Rubright — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:45:54 +0000

Mysterious package with no name arrives in the mail. But there's a rubber ducky sticker on it. Good sign that it's not an explosive device at least.

The contents are well wrapped. I think there's an entire package of that paper in here.

Lo and behold, it's a cute rubber duck!

But wait, there's something printed on the bottom of the package.

Well hello Mr. Ducky!

Thank you Mr. Anonymous.

Until next time...