Aug
2008
Why does it take a sporting event such as the Olympics to make the people of the world get along?
I am not speaking to the fact that the games are in China, not the controversy this fact has bred, but I am speaking to the basic Olympic values and principles. While watching the opening ceremonies last night, I wasn’t struck by the grandeur of the show, which was magnificent, but by the athletes themselves. As each country would finish the parade into the stadium, and then stand in the center area, I was struck by the camaraderie of it all.
Different ethniticities, political backgrounds, upbringings, pretty much any difference you could think of did not seem to exist for these men and women who had gathered from 206 different nations of the world. They mingled, took photos, shaking hands and sharing in the moment they were sharing. You would see basketball stars like Kobe Bryant having his picture taken with other athletes, then when he was done he would shake their hands and though you couldn’t hear him, his body language that he was asking them their names. Why? At least to my thought process, it was just an example that he may be a megastar in the United States, but on the global stage he is just another Olympian.
Is this sugar coated sentimentality on my part? Of course it is. I have no delusions of everyone holding hands and singing campfire songs together, but couldn’t we at least try to get along this well all of the time? Does it have to be a special event every two years at the various Olympic events? At the end of the day we are all human beings, we just have differing beliefs, but that doesn’t mean one is necessairly better than the other, and this does nothing but demonstrate that when we can all get on the same page, we can all act like the brothers and sisters we are. How about taking this thought process we show every two years and extending it through out every day?
Feel free to mock, I know this is me just being caught up in the moment, but that doesn’t make it any less of a good idea.


Hard to believe it, but
1999 saw us doing so much business in anime products from Japan, we opened a sub-division named AnimeUSA. We were traveling to more and more conventions around the country, and showing up at an anime show calling ourselves “Splash Page Comics” just didn’t make much sense.
Just like
We’ve lived in my current house for 23 years. Also on my property is my maternal grandmother’s house and my company warehouse. All three buildings are serviced by the same county water account, so when we pay the bill, it covers all three buildings at once.
I’ve been getting numerous phone calls and emails asking if I am near the current flooding in my state, and I can thankfully report that I am not. All of it is at the opposite end of the state from me, and seems to be fairly isolated.
On July 3rd they called me and told me the bridge was closed. I still remind them of this.
Why, or why, must cheese lure me in like a sailor, crashing against the rocks to the Siren’s song?
A little while back I downloaded
Now, here’s the problem. I downloaded the program and set it up with my editors that every night I go to bed, log in on my phone, and set my status to “Sleeping/msgs fwd to phone”. (I hate text speech, but it’s needed here) The idea was that I have bosses all over the planet, I actually do not blog for anyone who lives in the United States, so sometimes they need to reach me at odd hours. Since it’s a work situation, I am perfectly okay with them waking me up to say “Hey, your article needs an imge corrected” or “Can you rework piece X?”
I recently wrote a list for Mashable about
For now, I plan to write some sort of “I was killed by a rabid squirrel” post, that I will keep up-to-date as time goes on, and I am talking with someone about posting it for me when they would get the notice I had passed. I am also making a list of all my accounts on every site I belong to, the usernames, and the passwords so my family or someone else can go in and deactivate all the accounts. I’m not thrilled about writing all that information down somewhere as I then have to worry about keeping that physical list safe, but I’ll figure something out.
Ugh… yeah, like pretty much every other American, I ate too much. And, yes, this picture was my dinner. Damn my weakness for stuffing!
