Not Quite Like the Cola Wars
Apple dominates.Who else can't believe the Zune does not work with Windows Media Player? (Not that I like Windows Media Player, but that just seems asinine.)
But I'm NOT a Stuffboy anymore... I'm a Stuff-man!
The time has come. Since getting my first* email address nine years ago (stuffboy-at-novia.net), I've always been STUFFBOY. The problem is, I'm still stuffboy, and yet I'm 26 years old, and frankly, if you've seen my room you know that I don't have much of a place for stuff anymore.
So I must change.
The change won't be sudden. The fact of the matter is I've already paid for my current e-mail (stuffboy-at-mac.com) through February of 2007, but as of tomorrow I won't be sending anything from it EVER AGAIN. Stuffboy has died, and I KILLED HIM.
In an attempt to streamline my life, I've decided to adopt the ever expanding, always awesome services of Google. Now that they've rolled out
Docs and
Spreadsheets I've decided to embrace the notion of working completely on-line. The bane of my existence has always been backing up data. With an ALL-GOOGLE lifestyle, I shouldn't have to do it ever again (sure, GOOGLE
could go offline, but the chances of
that happening are significantly less than the chances of my old Mac deciding to screw me once again).
Anyway. If you need to reach me, point your e-mail machine here:
myfirstname.mylastname@gmail.com **
If you need an extra reminded, don't worry, I'll be sending out a pesky mass-mailing by the end of the night.
Godspeed, Stuffboy. You've been good to me.
*Or at least the first address I was actually paying for.
**Seeing as how my old address was spread over this site like sweet, sweet butter, and seeing as how that may or may not have resulted in copious amounts of SPAM, I'm going to try to not be so blatent this time around.
Two images: one familiar to some, one familiar to most

No Shave November 2.0

I'm late. Sorry. I'd like to take this time to remind everyone that it is the second annual "No-Shave November" non-shaving marathon (or as I like to call it "November"). If you shaved recently, I'm willing to look the other way since it took me five days to remind everyone. The rules are very simple: you don't shave in November. People have asked if "trimming" is allowed. I say that's between you and your god. At the end of the month you can
mail me pictures of your growth and/or funny post-November-shaving-patterns, and I'll post them here.
Happy growing.
Dude, have you seen The Fugitive?
The Fugitive was playing today on Starz. I decided to watch. There was a point in my life where I must have seen part of (or all of)
The Fugitive every week for six months. Probably sometime in summer of the early 90s. Though outside of today, I don't think I'd seen it in years, if not a decade. As it turns out, its actually better than I remember it being. First and foremost, when you see the film now you recognize a lot of the bit parts are being played by future celebs (Julianne Moore is the nurse, and
Jane Lynch plays a doctor-friend of Richard Kimble's).
ALSO.
The Fugitive might be
the Chicago movie (with
Ferris Bueller's Day Off in close contention). The scenes involving members of the police department almost seem like they were using real cops, which wouldn't surprise me since it appears that every shot was done in a real location, all over the city.
AND THEN THERE'S Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones. Both men do exactly what any audience wants them to do: Ford rarely speaks but frequently looks sad and puzzled. Jones speaks all the time and looks like he couldn't be having more fun.
THOUGH one significant difference between watching the movie as a 26-year-old college educated media-whore and watching it as an impressionable 13-year-old seventh grade over-talkative wimp is that the plot of the film isn't really as confusing as I thought it was back then. I suppose this is a good thing. If I was still questionable as to what the whole thing with the drug company had to do with a dead wife at this age, well, I'd be living in a good-news paradise and/or locked away in some mental institution (or rehab facility-- I imagine that this alternate version of myself liked to ride the white horse if you catch my meaning).
SO IN CONCLUSION,
The Fugitive is still bad-ass! Likewise,
Die Hard with a Vengeance (which is on right now) seems a little more racist than I remember it being, but that's another story altogether.
Didja notice?

In case you gave up on it, exult!
GinCork is back and kicking. I've finally mastered the art of formatting and posting calls, so I have taken the reigns from Master Rick while he is
pursuing other horizons and am continuing the dream. So, yeah. Call 1-832-GIN-CORK after vicious (or gentle) intoxication and speak your mind. Put us back on your speed dial. Do whatever it is that you do that somehow successfully transmits your voice to the website.
If you called during the hiatus, don't worry. Your calls have all been posted on their proper dates. So it may take a bit of scrolling down or clicking on specific months to find yours, but it's there now.
So I hope to see you all there-- old and new callers alike!