Eric’s Blue Reverie

I was doing so well.  I had posts done ahead of time, they came out on time, I was happy.  Then, Megan bought me a wedding present.  She got me a Kindle.  This deserved it’s own post, it’s own long & thought out post, coupled with a reading update.  The trouble?  Well, that requires me actually spending time and sitting down and writing unlike just linking videos.

For those who don’t know, I’m getting married in just over a week.  Between preparations for that and being backed up at work and the other work, I’ve not been able to gather the time/motivation to sit down and do it.  This week is no different.  My big happy post is still pending.

So in the interim, here’s more cool linkage and vidage.

Emily, my brother’s girl, works @ a sailmaker.  I knew this and thought it was roughly cool but it was just that vague understanding that you have of other folk’s jobs that you can’t possible envision since you have no corollary experience.  Apparently, she works in a freaking cool place.  So cool, that a local newspaper did an article on the place.  So cool, that the local Fox station did a three segment piece on it.

This may well be the only cool thing I’ve ever seen on Fox.

This is a copy of the AP article.  Don’t figure that’s the original source but I didn’t know the paper and that’s what Google gave me

Here are the three vids of the place.  Emily’s in the second two but they’re a great piece even if you don’t know her (and thus care about seeing someone you know on TV).

<the vids were supposed to embed here but wordpress didn’t like them because they came from Fox and not a ‘supported’ site and I didn’t want to pony up $60 for an upgrade>

So .. check them out nicely embedded @ the Scott Alan Sailmakers website.

Much coolness M.

I’m a bit of a smart ass.  Don’t believe me?  Try me, by far my favorite game ever and so much my sort of game that soon to be family predicted my winning streak before I had any idea that such a game existed.  Where did my Smart Assness come from.  I’m sure it was in no way genetic, I certainly was not raised around any smart asses.  If I was they would never have gotten this card.

Pretty good thank you

When did I get this?  I’ve no bloody idea.  10?  15?  Somewhere in there.  Regardless, I’ve kept it.  Through all the mess and loss over the years I’ve kept it.  I managed to loose an in-table sewing machine once.  Seriously, I have no idea where it is.  But, not this card.  In 6 years .. oh yeah .. it’s coming out

At least my friends aren’t smart asses.

Don't ask .. don't tell .. 'cos if you ask, I'll totally tell.

On second thought .. let’s just leave that one as an easter egg for those who already know what it’s about.

So *twiddles thumbs* On to something else…

AH!  At least any smart ass interaction is limited to my parents/friends.  Maybe.

Seven years ago, in August if I do recall, I dreaded my hair.  Best thing I ever did.  First time I ever truly liked my hair, though the bluegreen ball of fuzz that immediately preceded it was a close second.  It was such a good idea that here I am seven years later with those very same, albeit a bit longer, dreads.  Dreadlocks, however, are not the favored hair style of everyone.  While I have a long list of people who would be disappointed should I ever cut them, I have an equally long list of folk offering to cut them as a curtsey.

For the record, if I ever did I would almost certainly turn around and grow them back.  Unless I’m going bald, if you don’t like them pull for baldness.  Balding dreads is not a good look on anyone.  Kinda like a combover only sillier.

Anyway, the first words out of my Father’s mouth when he first saw them was “Dreadlocks?  You know your grandmother is going to kill you.”  She didn’t.  But that Christmas I got this in my stocking.

A check with the express purpose of covering my haircut (I believe that my brother got one as well, but he was just shaggy)  She even gave me a coupon.  Of course, I never cashed it.  I kept it. A memento.  It’s one of my most cherished gifts from her.  Certainly better than the Michigan State Football book.

And I’m not just being a smart ass.