tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16289889767325195462011-11-29T13:22:12.192-05:00PROMISSUM NE MATURUS - as promised, but not on time.zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-42811327167936149182011-06-30T20:03:00.001-04:002011-06-30T20:03:31.014-04:00

This started out as a Twitter feed and kind of grew out of that. Bear with me.The subject: leftovers. Not the garage sale variety, the what-do-I-do-with-the-rest-of-this-roasted-chicken leftovers.I don't claim to be an expert on leftover food, cooking or anything kitchen-related in general. This comes from my own experiences, trial and errors (so many, many errors) and generally just running full

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A lucky find in a free pile someone had put to the curb. Solid brass. Unlike most of my gets, I actually have a plan for this already.Greased Lightbox→←+-↻Loading imageClick anywhere to cancelImage unavailableGreased Lightbox→←+-↻Loading imageClick anywhere to cancelImage unavailable

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Say you're a seasoned politician. Democrat, Republican, it doesn't matter. You've made a career out of being an elected official and all the benefits that come with it. You know the playing fields, who to use and who to avoid, how to get what you want when you want it. You don't care much for new players in the game because they often are full of “ideals” and plans for “change.” You make sure

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Words fail me to describe this hamburger sandwich and the place I had it at. Louis' Lunch has been around New Haven, CT since 1898 and this is about the only thing they make (there's a tuna sandwich on Fridays, but I'm guessing it's not their biggest seller). Don't think a burger joint the size of a tool shed can make a simple burger and be around for 112 years? Guess again. If I only was allowed

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The only word I can find to describe the recent weather is "oppressive." Most lawns and many plants have shriveled to brown crunchiness without regular watering. Rain is something we've only read about in other parts of the world.Anyhoo, on with the bar mirror. I determined that the three hooks are actually brass plated steel. The third one (the painted one that soaked overnight in stripper and

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There's been a lot going on of late, much of it personal in nature. Suffice it to say life's been rough these past few months; the proverbial other shoe has dropped and I'm waiting for a third shoe to land on my head (rumor has it it's going to be a Doc Marten). But we're not all about doom and gloom here in Zombieville, no sirree. So let's see what the head nutcase has been up to these

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 Behold my latest acquisition! Soon to be seen at my tenth Polar Bear Plunge!

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A Rescue Station in Need of RescuingWonder if the missus would be interested in putting this under the tree for me...

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A string of updates, since the Empire has seen it fit to limit social access to an hour per day.My dad's currently in the hospital with a collapsed lung. Waiting on a endoscopy to see what he has.Had my first doughnut from Voodoo Doughnut: the Maple Bacon. Everything that should be right about a DnD doughnut but isn't.Been doing more survey work than office work. I like the field work, but the

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My insomnia grows worse. I find myself up at all sorts of hours, working late or dealing with kids. I lost track of the days last week as workload piled up and fell over into days and nights and days again. Three hours of sleep here. A ten minute nap in the car. Been up since 3 this morning and it's a Sunday!

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SUNDAY, 10:30 PM: We just finished cleaning up from Junior's christening party when I started to itch. Not a mosquito bite itch or even a poison ivy itch, but that all over itch that says something's wrong. A flurry of prep to get me to the hospital (calling for neighbors to watch the house and kids, getting changed to go out, dosing up with Benadryl) all the while I can watch my skin turn red

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see more Lol Celebs

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Ah, the rarest and best of days. If Sunday found me in a fiery cataclysm watching my very life pass before me, that would have been OK.Early wake up and made panetone french toast. Somehow we managed to migrate back into bed after eating our fill and more curious still the Little Wonder left us alone for the most part. Slept until nearly noon.Lunch under a blanket tent in the living room.

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Humantic (adj.): Overly large, massive; a contraction of humongous and gigantic.After seeing my wife's pregnant belly, the Little Wonder proclaimed, "My mommy's belly is humantic!"

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Laboring under a head cold at the moment. I wouldn't go so far as to call it a vicious head cold, but respiration is so underrated when you don't have it in abundant quantities.Ended up sleeping over at work last week one night. Legally bound to produce the document on time (no kidding). I had to leave early and had no means to return until after 10 PM. I handed off my work to various others, but

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Brought in doughnuts today to celebrate my tenth anniversary at work. Ten years. Married here. Honeymooned here. Became a dad here. Twice. Drove through hurricanes and snowstorms to get here and home. Hard to even grasp all the time I spent here, the stories I was part of and the many more I heard about, the people I met, the jobs I worked on, places I went to, things I discovered, about myself,

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A rough weekend. In-laws came over to watch The Little Wonder on Saturday and I spent five hours at work trying to get the impossible done.Sunday became the backlash to a long week for me. I won't go into details, but I felt I presented a danger to myself. Good thing TLW was around.Emotionally, I'm wiped out. I don't feel anything about work, home life, my wife, my kids, the future, nothing. I

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2:38:38 AM The insomnia has struck again.Sometimes I can feel myself falling asleep and I think it's my kidneys going on me. As my IGAN progresses, creatinine will build up in my blood. One of the side effects is tiredness. So when I feel myself starting to go, I get up and go do something. I don't always win.My latest craze: old woodworking machines. Drill presses, saws, jointers of every make

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This warranted a post.Last night we're sitting down to dinner when someone knocks at the back door. After hitting the "Cujo reset" button on the dog, we open the door to find my neighbor, Tom, with this:Despite my love for books, tech and toys nothing really beats second hand stuff, especially tools. They come with a built in provenance that no amount of blow molded cases and laser guided

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For two years and change here I've beaten on the keys like one of the other infinite monkeys at infinite keyboards, shared a few laughs and pics, bared my soul (and various body parts) to the world. Even so, I'm forced to close down for a while. Thanks to layoffs, employee moves, and other circumstances beyond my control, workload at MomCorp has gone to soul crushing levels. When people who don't

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We've had a small but brutal layoff here at MomCorp. Only six people, but when done the week before Thanksgiving (and two of the layoffs were a husband and wife team) it tends to bleed your spirit that much more. The biggest cut was a best friend of mine, D.Most of the people I've seen get the boot have rightly deserved it. Showing up at all hours with no explanation, sleeping on the job (

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While looking up patents in the hopes of finding some tool companies (new posts about that soon), I found the original patent for the Transformers. Based upon the patent drawings (nice to see pen and ink work still being used as late as 1986), it looks like our old nemesis Megatron was designed to fire bullets and/or become an incredibly impressive sniper rifle.

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Since I'm a child of the 80's, I really don't see anything wrong with his outfit. Almost everyone dressed up as some sort of Michael Jackson wannabe-slash-weight lifter-slash-every bad guy you've ever seen in an Arnold Schwarzenegger action movie.Circulation impeding leather pants? Check. Shoulder padded sleeveless shirt? Spot on. Enough Jerry Curl to grease up a Lincoln? Oh yeah. And the

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Before Mike Meyers was propelled into superstardom with various SNL characters and movies like "Austin Powers," he had a short but lucrative career in the Hong Kong martial arts business. Here his most famous character, the Karatist Preacher, was originally adapted from the TV series "Kung Fu" with David Carradine. Meyers (alias Mike Crain) would often help out wayward youths with helpful life

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Ah, Halloween, where we happily disembowel squashes and then illuminate their scraped innards for all to see. Where complete strangers you would normally ward off with a shotgun and holy water 364 days out of the year can now just happily wander up to your door and beg for food. Where mischief is is a rite of passage and bathroom products are used decorate trees and mailboxes. Where dentists (if

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A friend of mine at work sent a series of truly horrible album covers. Simply forwarding them out to people for a chuckle is not enough. These beg to be commented on. There are about 20 here, so I'll try to do these once a day and see what people think. Additional album covers are always welcome!Nothing like shooting your album cover at the local botanical garden. Looks like Geraldine even got

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So I picked up a spiffy new copy of Rise Against's new album "Appeal to Reason" earlier this week. (Yes, I still listen to new bands, so don't dare call me "old man.") The moment I open the plastic out slips a sticker for Peta2 "Meat Isn't Green" (it's late so I don't have the actual sticker in front of me, but their web site should give you the basic idea.) They've been trumpeting the vegetarian

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Today just plain sucks.Samurai Mom has been out of commission for an entire week with a fever that simply won't break. Tylenol has about as much effect on it as would an entire sleeve of Pez candies. The Little Wonder is in the same boat, leaving me the only moderately healthy one around. Now she plans to head to an infectious disease specialist.My cardiologist appointment is today and I get to

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Lots to tell, but I'll get off my chest what's bothering me the most.My heart.On 9-11, I was sitting at my desk at work when I felt an incredible pressure in my chest. Kind of like congestion from a bad cold, but with immediate effects. It felt like my heart was being squeezed by a hand from inside. I could almost picture that wild-eyed priest from Indiana Jones bellowing "Kali-MAAAAA!" in front

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Apparently, cramming small pebbles into your nostrils does not affect creativity. The Little Wonder coined the word vogination shortly after returning from a trip to the local bookstore last night. The definition:vog-i-na-tion (n.) 1. the act or process of voginating. 2. The state of driving a vehicle to a bookstore in order to pay for purchased items. 3.The use of a vehicle for the purchase of

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I can't teach The Little Wonder magic anymore.On Saturday, I pulled the old school "shove something into your ear, then pull it out your nose" trick with a popsicle stick. I made sure to tell her not to do this. But of course, telling kids "no" is like saying "fun and danger await; c'mon and give it a try!"I'm cleaning up from breakfast Sunday morning when I hear her yell: "Daddee, the stone is

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My car key broke. There was originally a split in the plastic ring, but it dutifully held together for several years (first with epoxy, later with Gorilla Glue). This past Thursday I went to get out of the car and the "hey, stupid, you left your keys in the ignition" tone sounded. But I'm already holding my keys. OOOOooooohhhhhhh... A simple fix it's not. Replacement is costly and involves a

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I managed to drive to work, buy gas and get myself a cup of coffee at Dunkin' Donuts. I even managed to check most of my e-mail before I noticed it.All that time I had my shirt on inside out. I wonder who noticed.

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...blueberries! Continuing with our annual tradition of picking local blueberries on the Fourth of July, Samurai Mom, The Little Wonder and Karl (a nonagenarian co-worker of SM) all piled into the car and went picking. The overcast sky and early date made for ideal picking conditions. 18.5 pounds of blueberries for ourselves all within the space of an hour (Karl landed about 9 pounds for himself

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I know these are simple trays, a singe-use vessel for supermarket prepared sushi. And yet, I cannot bring myself to throw out something as delicately decorated as this. The blue banding, the careful placement of the floral pattern, the whole of the tray begs for salvation from the landfill.Another tray, molded from polystyrene. I can't decide which I like more, the festive floral balloons or the

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I am the office MacGyver. Need to improve your radio reception? Call me. Have a headache? I've got the pills. A locked out car, a jammed printer, a missing cable? Just another work day.Every office has one, or so I'm led to believe. The guy who has his own socket set (metric and SAE, of course) stuffed in a drawer. The guy who knows where there is an unused desk, chair or filing cabinet anywhere

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Yours truly at work.

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I actually had the choice between a locally made doughnut and this. I'm glad I held to my vision.

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Above is the first shot of our CSA offerings from Three Pines Farm. Although today was more of a meet and greet, Farmer Leo did offer some of the early items he had available with regular Saturday pickups starting next week. I will try to photograph everything we get each week, although I've been warned by a previous CSA member that by August you're carting away an entire paper box full of

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Given my latest obsession with getting organized, I've been reading up on wallets and other pocket gear. As much as I'd like to burn an hour talking (and drooling) over cool gadgets like the ones at Atwood Knives or EDC Reviews, I'll try to stick to items more common: the wallet and the cell phone.I carry a standard issue leather wallet (that detachable wart of manhood) as well as a cell phone

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The Samurai Wife pulled off a sweet little surprise birthday for me this past weekend, including a few guests I haven't seen in years. Although my birthday is just before Tax Day (35 years of zombie un-life, in case you're asking), I was just miserable about it. We have an heavy tally of Aries birthdays at my job and it usually translates into a decent group outing for lunch. I've only been

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Why do we create? There have been many discussions over the years about this by minds far more educated and capable than mine, but lately I've been focusing on it because of that itch, that need to create, to take something and make it better or useful or fun or just plain cool. The Itch has been welling up in me since as long as I can remember (I'm a constant doodler and "idea guy") but lately I

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... but I am tinkering with yet another blog, Space Dust. It's a tumbleblog, meaning you pretty much throw stuff at it and see what sticks. Random links, quotes, photos, funny stories, anything and everything that I find, hear, see or read about. Someone once asked me what my bookmarks looked like because I could dredge up some of the most bizarre sites and obscure links effortlessly. Space Dust

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We had a few Jehovah's Witnesses come through the neighborhood last Saturday. While I have nothing against any well-established religion (my overarching motto is hey, I could be wrong), there's something that bothers me when part of your belief structure involves hawking your religion like a Kirby vacuum.Thankfully, Maggie the Wonder Dog has never taken kindly to anyone she doesn't know. I should

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-77128635771522411062008-03-14T17:13:00.006-04:002008-03-14T20:38:28.683-04:00

Just some weekly observations from your friendly neighborhood zombie. First, a bit of computer geekery. Skip ahead if you dare. I've been working on creating a wiki for work. Once you realize how much information is created, discussed and shared between co-workers on even the most mundane jobs, it's something of a surprise that wikis are not being used more in business applications. Maybe too

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-32895949605591642862008-03-02T09:39:00.002-05:002008-03-02T09:44:47.302-05:00

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-22092718422018403662008-03-01T09:52:00.002-05:002008-03-01T09:56:13.953-05:00

For those of you (like me) who were late to the Battlestar Galactica series, here's a fantastically fast and funny eight minute recap of the entire show. Filled in a lot of holes for me now, but when is it frakkin' back on?

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-39583940050307661802008-02-29T14:29:00.005-05:002008-02-29T20:15:02.199-05:00

Thanks to the fine folks in Trenton, they're bumping the speed limit down on the Parkway next week, at least part of the stretch I take to work on a daily basis. Speed (no, not the Breaking Bad kind of speed) is one of the last legal drugs afforded to me and, while I am concerned with the public welfare, it will mean taking more time to and from work and being more watchful of those charmingly

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-60917521908945244782008-02-28T16:19:00.008-05:002008-02-28T21:27:59.726-05:00

Lots to report, so let's get started. First, a death in our near-family.Bee Gee (short for "Big Girl") passed away from cancer at the ripe old age of 12. She was something of Maggie's "dog mom" and we really worried that Maggie would spiral into depression once Bee Gee left us (I've seen it happen). However, they both managed to get a few minutes of playtime in last week's snowstorm and somewhere

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-66688178017780273862008-02-20T23:18:00.003-05:002008-02-20T23:25:22.329-05:00

Taken shortly after the full eclipse took place. Even zombies howl at the moon like dogs (because, like dogs, we can't pee on it.)

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For those of you that missed it, here's my attempt at capturing tonight's total lunar eclipse (click on the image for a larger shot). According to NASA, one of those two bright "stars" near the moon is Saturn (the other is Regulus, the brightest star in the Leo constellation). Makes me want to run out and buy a telescope, or at least a better digital camera.And, for those photo geeks out there,

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-57574491029870127542008-02-19T14:56:00.002-05:002008-02-19T14:59:01.713-05:00

For those interested, a solid article on NJ.com about the upcoming Polar Bear Plunge. Nice to see that everyone from pre-kindergarten to octogenarians, fitness buffs to regular schmoes, go in for this and often return the following year.Drop me a line if you plan on coming Saturday!

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Just some random updates to keep you reading this book of the near-dead. The above shot is going to be a sideline science project: is this plastic cup (actually made from corn) truly compostable? I'll toss it into my compost bin and provide photos for verification on a weekly basis. After a brief talk with a former co-worker, Mrs. Zombie will heretofore be known as Samurai Mom. We talked about

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-87581814905985882542008-01-29T15:35:00.000-05:002008-01-29T15:37:05.690-05:00

Looks like I should plan a trip to India when my kidneys finally give up the ghost.

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I am a constant people watcher and a sometimes lip reader. So it was today I got to watch the two behind me on the way in to work. They happened to be taking the same route as I from the main road out through all the side streets (the mark of a seasoned commuter) and we happened to catch more than our share of lights so I got to watch. The driver: younger woman, her tiny frame said mid-20's but

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-16032821455572632582008-01-20T02:35:00.000-05:002008-01-22T10:22:35.032-05:00

Our washing machine has a neat little catch basin just before the main pump, which keeps things from jamming and/or breaking the impeller on it. Here's the annual cleaning's tally:$1.33 in loose change (kindly note the bright, partially ground penny on top)One rusty screw peg (for hanging tools)about 3 inches of weed whacker trim lineIf you haven't called a technician (or you know enough to ask a

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-51599342286090618512008-01-10T20:26:00.000-05:002008-01-10T20:34:25.954-05:00

First from my friend (and the only lawyer I would call as such) Marisa of Needled fame. Here she is talking about tattoos, Needled and her tattoo artist hubby deep within the confines of Brooklyn.This one is through Eco-Geek and is a wonderful discussion on global warming. Funny, smart, and un-preachy (with plenty of pyrotechnics to boot!) Watch unblinking!

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-30379030015991151952008-01-09T10:56:00.000-05:002008-01-09T13:10:24.221-05:00

Although I am a Zombie-American and it's pretty much law that I should be producing other zombies by biting and such, one thing I can't abide by is becoming a zombie in the political arena. I received this chain email from an associate of mine (formatting changed for readability).Who is Barack Obama? It is very interesting and something that should be considered in your choice for president of

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After finding the new Task Order Up forms from David Seah posted, I thought it might be smart to show you how I put them to use.This is command central for me. A $30 magnetic marker board from Costco. I read part of Getting Things Done by David Allen and at one point he talked about seeing organization at all elevations (or something like that, most of the book went over my head). Well, I guess

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-30402963564119446702008-01-04T17:17:00.000-05:002008-01-29T15:52:06.875-05:00

There is a lot you can tell from a person's voice: general age, energy level, mood and so forth. When you deal with customer service folks, you often get someone who is older, beaten down by screaming customers/managers and generally jaded to both work and whoever is on the line with them. At least in my experience, these battle axes will help you with the slow-pitch items but will generally try

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-28010347517738473182007-12-29T12:02:00.000-05:002008-01-04T17:26:32.294-05:00

What you see above is hopefully the start of something big for me. Although I have a grocery list of New Year's resolutions, I have one overriding one: to get organized. Not just keeping work items in order, but house projects, my workbench, storage areas, finances, exercise regimen, etc. Anyone who's known me over the years knows I am a slob (what zombie isn't?) and the desire to be organized

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-65141199140056676072007-12-09T14:13:00.000-05:002007-12-09T14:21:17.225-05:00

Not that I need one right now, but the day will come and I will need a kidney or two and it's nice to know I have one ready to go at a moments notice. Thanks to PRIZEY, Babygadget, and I Heart Guts for the replacement!

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-68479771793780870692007-11-30T19:30:00.001-05:002007-11-30T22:22:23.465-05:00

First off, I want you to know I am a loyal customer of your store. True that I am a Zombie American, but that doesn't mean I want to deal with my shuffling kinfolk decked out in polyester vests. There's enough people shopping at Wal-Mart (drum fill).But I digress. I like your stores and much of my house bears your branding. My lawnmower hails from your store. My workshop is bedecked with

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-87102739271784474892007-11-17T21:28:00.000-05:002007-11-18T13:51:46.023-05:00

A fresh idea for another blog, thanks to a New Jersey expatriate now living in Hawaii. Although it has nothing to do with carousel horses, this shot looked too sweet to let sit idly in my hard drive.

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-25144616539552031212007-11-17T21:20:00.000-05:002007-11-18T13:26:55.148-05:00

A late Halloween entry. Hat courtesy of Black Cat Handspun and Tala, my old friend and new online stalker!

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-56256344395347878462007-11-17T21:16:00.000-05:002007-11-18T13:43:35.875-05:00

No, this is not the Zombie Wife starting to show the gestational workings of a second Little Wonder. Sadly, that's me in the shot. Brains can get quite fattening and we zombies are slaves to the wafer thin look that's so becoming of undead ghouls. If I were still alive I'd consider it a real kick to the teeth to get bitten by a fatwad of a zombie, wouldn't you?So I've re-upped at the gym near

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-51091384343549027052007-11-05T21:25:00.000-05:002007-11-18T13:22:24.790-05:00

Thanks to a winning entry at Z Recommends for their Baby Loves Disco tickets, we packed up the family of the undead (and a few living friends) this past Sunday and headed out to Shampoo in Philly (just across the street from Electric Factory, for those in the know). This shot says it all:Our friend, Aunt Peachy, with her daughter AB. For those who haven't been to a BLD outing, the idea is simple

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-60543866044658403072007-11-05T12:41:00.001-05:002007-11-05T12:44:21.425-05:00

More info to follow.

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The Potion Makers Union, Local 304, recently revoked the membership card of Halloweena Ballerina (above) due to claims that she is not adhering to set union standards. In a prepared statement, union president Helen Huntforit said "Halloweena has flagrantly disregarded set union rules for appearance, manners, and above all, the penchant for casting evil spells on others." Halloweena declined

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-70657175907410972832007-10-31T15:09:00.001-04:002007-10-31T15:10:54.668-04:00

To all my flesh eating kinfolk, tonight is your night! Walk among the living, dine upon their costumed flesh, you may even win a prize for just being yourself!And to those alive reading this, can't say I didn't warn you!

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-25700152198925622342007-10-19T07:33:00.000-04:002007-10-19T08:19:38.404-04:00

Found on the top of my Gmail account this morning:Cornhole Sets - www.ajjcornhole.com - Hand Built andCustom Painted Sets In Stock - Quick ShipmentApparently it's a popular game with Midwesterners and NASCAR fans.

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-53348949956936769902007-10-18T12:04:00.000-04:002007-11-18T13:25:00.542-05:00

Neither me nor the missus managed to plan a summer vacation this year, so we cobbled one together this past weekend. My parents somehow managed to come along (joy), but they had access to a summer rental home through a friend so we couldn't complain. Our camera went missing for most of the trip, but we didn't mind. Some memories of our last trip to Cape May were best left as such.You see, the

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-7912570961607691692007-10-17T17:34:00.000-04:002007-10-17T17:37:43.941-04:00

Just got the call from the HR department in Philly: someone else took the job. No more sweating bullets or puking like a first-term pregnant woman. No more idealistic dreams of making it big in the big city, complete with subway ride horror stories and a Mary Tyler Moore-esque theme song tracking me through the day.I think this means I really need to start working here and making it look like I

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-6269343307346325162007-10-17T14:59:00.000-04:002007-10-17T15:00:22.531-04:00

I have a job interview tomorrow. Normally a job interview is not puke-inducing for me, but this is big. I mean Center City Philly big. It means extra long commutes, the eventual packing up and moving, possibly daycare for the Little Wonder and a massive change in damn near everything. I know that I work in a mid-level firm that cares about as much for GIS as Caesar might have cared for a stray

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-36565071119593158632007-09-20T10:46:00.000-04:002007-11-18T13:47:27.495-05:00

Along the lines of things guys never discuss, here's something guy's can't do that women can. A lady in the office is wearing white pants today and a secretary noticed she had something on the... posterior portion of said pants. The lady dutifully walked up to the secretary, turned and (ahem) presented the offending area, then kindly asked if she could get it off. The secretary commenced to

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-90861082255269813352007-09-17T01:35:00.000-04:002007-09-17T02:07:46.525-04:00

I've talked about the wonders of Asbury Lanes in the past, but nothing beat the 45 Sessions last Friday. Several people from my work, plus their spouses and a few friends, showed up. We managed to snag some babysitting, so the Missus got to join the festivities as well. No photos, but some of the highlights:The MUSIC! Great soul and funk pumping out all night. A recorded broadcast here, with blog

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-6437975685941993902007-09-14T14:46:00.003-04:002007-09-14T14:49:09.795-04:00

Ever get a song stuck in your head and you can't get it out? That's an earworm. Here's the one that's been bugging me all day: The Duncan Hills Coffee jingle by Dethklok.

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-63763505041360807362007-09-12T13:10:00.000-04:002007-09-12T13:21:24.206-04:00

I have two floors worth of house that I can easily find walls needing paint, floors needing refinishing, and bathrooms crying "for the love of tile, remodel ME!", but I somehow choose to root around in the basement for half finished projects to entertain myself with. In my family, previous generations do not bequeath us titles and honorifics nor lands and wealth; we inherit their half finished

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-28476667319982870762007-09-12T12:23:00.000-04:002007-09-12T12:53:15.743-04:00

Yes, I'm an All-American Male with All-American Tendencies (penchant for violent action flicks, impossibly large cheeseburgers, and the sweet, sweet curves of both women and classic cars) but I just cannot explain what made me want to make this for lunch:One (1) bialy, toasted (fine so far)One (1) chicken burger, previously grilled and now reheated in the nuke box (sounds good)One (1) slice of

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-67818444736788062512007-09-12T12:18:00.000-04:002007-09-12T12:23:18.404-04:00

As posted in snippets before, most of you readers (yes, I can finally use the plural form of the word!) know that I am a chocoholic and the son of a chocoholic. As is common, the daily chocolate cravings hit and early to boot. I don't know who's been stocking the vending machine in my building, but the cocoa-based confections have been seriously lacking of late. Come on, Good and Plentys? Didn't

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-64488047683592022062007-09-05T12:15:00.000-04:002007-09-05T12:41:01.161-04:00

While I love posting with wild abandon to my wee little blog, I now must post with a bit of trepidation. It's not because of work but because of a comment about my last post from a nice gal named Tala. Tala expressed regret that "even though we're no longer friends, it's nice to hear about you from time to time."Here's the trepidacious part: I don't know anyone named Tala.The possibilities I know

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-49330528735338214052007-08-31T07:42:00.001-04:002007-08-31T07:48:34.481-04:00

I finally left work around 9 PM last night, irritated over my job (last guy out of the building), not getting to see my daughter all day and just dog tired (why is it never "cat tired"? Those bastards are always sleeping...). But the chicken and dumplings were great, the pie stellar, and then the coup de grace: Dear Marisa of Needled fame finally came through with her promise of stickers for me

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-52324842228470094682007-08-30T18:31:00.000-04:002007-08-30T18:35:48.608-04:00

Well, let me rephrase that: I hate what Kelly Slater represents. For those without benefit of an ocean (or ESPN2), Kelly is a world renowned surfer. He is the Tiger Woods of surfing: young, handsome and at the top of his game.Why do I drink from the Hatorade tap today? Work. When my GIS boss left a few weeks back, I started to steel myself for the oncoming rush of work. Oddly, no rush. The

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Well, the weather finally decided to switch from cold rainy October back to sweltering August today. The lawn was already mowed and the babe went down for a nap, so what is there to do? Why, dig through the pile of long lost projects in the basement and work on one! What better way to beat the heat and avoid any pressing responsibilities!One of our satellite offices closed down and rather than

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-65507053955262683672007-08-22T08:39:00.000-04:002007-08-22T08:46:19.468-04:00

An 86 year old doctor from Hawaii is donating surfboards to Palestinians in the hopes of promoting peace. This reminds me of one of Val Kilmer's finest movies, Real Genius. Someone over at Threadless should get to work on a Holy Land version of this.BTW, you can buy Val's shirt here. Lots of other obscure tees as well.

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-9866840915814947972007-08-22T08:12:00.000-04:002007-08-22T08:14:20.234-04:00

Bacon. Flavored. Mints.

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-91059707515625604242007-08-22T07:44:00.000-04:002007-08-22T07:46:30.023-04:00

Bush: History to prove Iraq war worth it Call me when the angels start breaking open the seals...

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I signed up for a single surf camp lesson this past Sunday. In a word, brutal. Even something as simple as sitting on the board was damn near to impossible for me. The waves and wind were not overly cooperative other than pulling in some warm water (strong and from the northeast, producing small swells and poor rideability). Most of the four hour class was spent discussing etiquette (cardinal

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-34171280068320911242007-08-03T08:05:00.000-04:002007-08-03T08:48:38.571-04:00

I work in a building chock full of engineers and, as is the nature of engineers, everyone has laid out their theories on what made the 35W bridge collapse. Based upon their review of aerial data like this, the most popular idea is erosion at the foot of the concrete piers. You'll notice that on other bridges in the area, most have some sort of island or cofferdam around the base of the pier to

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Yes, I joined the bandwagon. Here is yours truly after being Simpsonized through the Burger King site. Upload a photo of yourself and let the computer go to work on you. The second one was made using the Simpsons avatar creator from the movie site. The avatar creator lets you tinker a bit more with details (hairstyles, eye shapes, etc.) and I think did a better job of getting the hair and head

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-17143111341902249972007-07-28T01:52:00.000-04:002007-08-07T15:43:58.946-04:00

Rather than dredge our good digital camera through the coal dust at my blacksmithing course,I brought along a cheap disposable camera. Not only did it take me the better part of two months to get the thing developed, but none of the shots came out (you never realize how great it is to view the photos as they are taken until you don't have that option). So I resorted to shots of my completed works

zombiedadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17494951583958941584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628988976732519546.post-45546144473258275102007-07-19T10:10:00.000-04:002007-07-19T10:20:08.852-04:00

There are a few women at my work right now discussing, of all things, what perfume each of them is wearing. Comments are flying about how good another woman smells, how one brand is strong when you put it on and a dozen other comments. I'm just marveling at this because, as a rule, this is something guys would never discuss. Think about it, you're at the gym in mid-rep on a sweet set of skull

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See the wee bird to the right of the screen? The one in the headphones, yes. That's my newest not-so-secret love, Songbird. Instead of the usual iPod Killer (read: marketing failure) attempted by numerous companies, the creative brains over at Mozilla decided to create an iTunes Killer. And kill they have.For starters, they knew it was foolish to try and beat Apple at their game and made Songbird

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More to report than I care to think about, so I'll make it brief.My Work: It looks like my GIS boss is leaving, making me the last man standing. My goal is to take his place without jeopardizing my current schedule and workload. I don't have the technical level of him, but I do make a good map quickly which makes up for deeper tech skills. Even so, I am aiming for...Grad School: Penn State has a

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FBI tries to fight zombie hordesVIVA LA REVOLUCION!

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I recently got confirmation of my first fan of the blog (a friend who happened to catch the post about my latest tattoo). I should be excited (who doesn't want their blog to be read and appreciated, or at least read?), but it makes me nervous at the same time.Blogging is a cathartic act for me. I have always been a creative person, forever doodling, writing, and creating something (even if it's

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Over the past few months, I have been quietly feeding some interesting stories to my favorite tattooed lawyer, Marisa. Forever kind and pleasant she has responded to most if not all of my e-mails, even when she already found the same story by her own means (or from another Needled reader). Lately, she's tossed the name of this blog in the thank-yous for various stories (not that readership has

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Although I never officially placed it on my 43 Things list, I did get to finally see Dick Dale in what is arguably the last cool bowling alley on earth and the last true remaining piece of Asbury Park, Asbury Lanes. It's something surreal to see a surf guitar legend playing mere inches away from an adoring crowd while the backdrop shows live-action Lil' Abner films. The place oozes coolness from

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