fitjazz

I didn’t typically make a habit out of arguing with money but Brian Eno is actually a pretty cool guy.

Mine is mostly lighting console show files of various concerts/comedians/dance performances I have been the lighting designer for. I know my use case is different than most people’s, but hey, you asked.

Don’t forget to bounce a graviton particle beam off the main detector dish.

Remember, they are pro-control not pro-life.

Who needs insulation when you have 12 air conditioners‽

The first time my wife (girlfriend at the time) went to my parents house my dad showed her his coprolite collection. That was over 20 years ago and she is still with me. So from my scientifically significant sample size of one, I can confirm that it indeed works.

I was eating at a restaurant one time with some people from out of town when a car drove past the window. Nobody really seemed to interested when I pointed it out until I also pointed out that there is not a road outside that window. The car had jumped the curb, threaded the needle between a stop sign and fire hydrant, and made it about 80 feet through the park before stopping. The cops were still dealing with the guy when I left the restaurant, he was clearly very inebriated.

For some reason my wife’s Google photo face recognition thinks our grey cats are my sister in law.

A buddy of mine was talking to his doctor not long after he turned 50 and he was complaining about some random pain. The doctor told him “You know all that stupid stuff you did when you were younger? That’s what hurts now.”

My 6th grade science teacher taught us that blood is red but that some people think it is blue until it touches air because our veins look blue under our skin. He explained how the different wavelengths of light are absorbed differently and they was why it looks that way. Two years later my 8th grade science teacher taught us that blood is blue until it touches air. She was not happy when I told her she was wrong. I even explained it and told her to go talk to the other teacher if she still did not understand. She still would not listen to me. Over half the class was in the same sixth grade class as me but I was the only one that either remembered or was willing to stand up to the teacher. I finished losing faith in the education system on that day.