Saw this while out shopping tonight.  Just brilliant.  I wonder how they got it past the DOT.

First, I think my Better Half wants to grab it from my hands and beat me with it, for all the time I spend with my nose buried in the display.  We'll be driving down the street and I've got Google Maps open, following our course with the GPS.  If we're watching TV, I'm on the internet, looking up the the name of some actor.  If she feels like a Sushi Night, I'm on Urbanspoon, looking up the menu of a local sushi place.   Or we'll lay in bed while she reads and I check how much the mattress is sinking in the middle.

Next, I'm checking Facebook constantly.  Not just checking it, mind you, but updating my status, posting pics, commenting on friend's statuses.  I practically live-blogged my last day at Summerfest this year, beating Facebook like it was Twitter.  I may actually need to get a Twitter account, just to satiate my update appetite.  Granted, I can't seem to update this site more than once a month, but it's a lot easier to pull 140 characters out of your ass than 1447 characters.

Finally, because it allows me to access those things - primarily internet things - at any time, and any place, I actually spend less time on the computer.  That's probably a good thing, because I've been nursing a low-grade internet addiction for a few years now. Granted, that won't change, but at least I can feed the beast from outside now. I may even get some color this year.

If I do, it'll likely happen because I'm riding my bike more. Speaking of which, I got this great GPS app for monitoring my rides...

The good news is, it's only 87 minutes long.  The bad news is, they manage to cram enough wooden acting, absurd storylines, improbable situations, lame humor, predictability and obvious plot-holes into those 87 minutes that it feels like an eternity.  It might be passable cinema if you're six years old.  Or severely drunk.  Or unconscious.  But it's safe for children.  Unless, of course, you worry about offending their common sense.

Doing what? you may ask yourself, if you're one of the three souls left who still bothers to wander through here.  Well, lots.

I bought a new guitar (which insisted on being played alot), began a window-repainting project (which I probably won't finish before my 40th birthday in a couple weeks), and got married.

The guitar is an ESP LTD MH-400, which looks a lot more elegant than its name suggests.  I've always wanted a hardtail, carved-top guitar, and I finally found one that trips my trigger.  It has the pickups I like, a beautifully figured maple top, small inlays, and a set-in neck.  It doesn't quite have the sweet resonance of my Mason Bernard, but it's probably only a year old.  The Mason is nearing 20 years old, and any seasoned guitar player will tell you that age (of your guitar) makes a big difference.  But the new ESP is mighty sweet, and will improve over time as I play it more and more.  So that's been consuming a bit of time...

Then there's the window I'm repainting.  It happens to be in the bathroom - in the shower, actually - which is one of the stupider places to put a normal wood-frame window in a house.  Whoever painted it last used latex paint, which is, of course, water-based and thus adds insult to injury.  If I had the time, inclination, and/or money, I'd replace it with a glass block window, but I figured I could get away with a quick refinishing for now.  I used a chemical paint stripper on it (I suppose I could have used a heat gun, but as a matter of fact, I only remembered that I had one at the exact moment I typed this sentence).  With the old paint gone, it's been sanded, caulked, and primed, and this weekend, I will give it the first of a couple coats of good oil-based paint.  That should last until I get the time, inclination and money to do it right - with a glass block window.  In the meantime, it's a bit of work...

Where does that leave us? Oh yeah. I got married. Again.

It was a small ceremony - five minutes at the most, with a guest list that included only immediate family and one very close friend.  Being the second time around for both of us, we intended to keep it simple and intimate. I think we took the jeweler by surprise a few weeks back.  We were picking out our wedding bands.  When are you getting married? the salesperson asked.  May 30, we responded, which was only a month away at the time.  Oh! she exclaimed. We heard a lot of that.  Because it was so small, planning was far less than your usual wedding, but it still consumed a bit of time. 

So that's why I've been a huge slacker. I've gotten somewhat of a life again, and I suppose with summer here, I'll remain pretty busy, so don't expect a lot of updates.  Try Reddit if you need a more frequent fix of crazy.  But I'm not quite finished with this blogging business yet.