If you’re curious what I look like with a beard, here you go:
Look at it while you have the chance; there’s no telling how much longer I’ll keep it.
This guy is the man:
(Via MakeUseOf.)
Update: It turns out that these guys are the men. (It helps if you read the video’s description on YouTube.)
According to the AP report, Governor Palin drinks what I’m drinking:
“I never asked for anything more than a Diet Dr. Pepper once in a while,” Palin said as she returned to the governor’s office from her two-month odyssey as the GOP vice presidential nominee.
(Emphasis added.)
Iowahawk sums it up admirably (as always):
America Can Take Pride In This Historic, Inspirational Disaster
The funniest thing I’ve read in three days.
Kudus: Treacher.
Dear Senator McCain,
Thank you so much for your service to America. I would have preferred you had won, but I appreciated your honorable (and patriotic) concession.
I have one further request from you: please defend your running mate from the scurrilous attacks being made on her by members of your campaign staff. She deserves better.
Thank you.
Kudus to Treacher, who links to the McCain feedback page found here.
We just installed a MacSpeech Dictate on the iMac. I’m using it right now to type this review. I have to say, having used it just a bit, it is an awesome program.
When I first installed the software, I had to train it by reading a few sentences. That only took perhaps five minutes. Then I was ready to go. I goofed around for a few moments, trying to think of sentences to throw at it. I was curious how well it understood church jargon, so I made up a few sentences about the Trinitarian controversy and about Tertullian. It was funny that the speech software knew how to spell Tertullian, which the Mac’s spellcheck service underlined in red.
I was trying to think of a real world test. Here’s what I decided to do.
I recently finished a book called Visioneering, by Andy Stanley. Whenever I read a book, I underline things that catch my interest as I go along. That way, the next time I read the book, the highlights will jump out at me. What occurred to me was that I could read those highlights into the computer and then I would be able to grep on them.
So I did it. I flipped through the whole book, reading everything I’d underlined. There were 97 quotes totaling 1808 words. Reading them in took me about 30 minutes. (Mind you, I’d never used this software before, nor any other voice recognition software.)
But the truly amazing thing is that one of my children was in the next room playing “Lego Star Wars” the whole time, with the volume turned up to 11.
Maybe the reason I’ve had such good luck is because of my Princeton trained voice. After all, I’m a preacher: I use my voice every Sunday. Maybe that’s why the software was able to understand me so well. But considering the technical vocabulary I was using and the noisy environment, I’m still impressed with how good this software is. I look forward to getting a copy to use at work.
Signs of hard times? When I went to the gym yesterday to work out, there was a sign at the front desk saying it was closing. Today.
There’s another gym in town but it costs (with a bargain rate for refugees from the one that closed) $10/month more.
On the one hand, that’s a lot cheaper than even one doctor visit. On the other hand, if this is a sign of oncoming global economic catastrophe finally hitting home, do I want to sign away a year’s cash I may need to buy cardboard for my “will preach for food” sign?
Well, I’ve finished all five seasons of Angel. It wasn’t half bad. Some episodes were clunkers, but it’s better than reality TV.
I’ve put season one of the Sarah Connor Chronicles in my NetFlix queue, but if I don’t like that, my fallback is to watch the X-Files, starting with episode 1 and going until I get tired of it.
Angel – Season Five (Slim Set)
Terminator – The Sarah Connor Chronicles – The Complete First Season
The X-Files – The Complete First Season (Slim Set)
We’re back, but it’s a busy week: meeting of a Presbytery committee plus a funeral and a pair of hospitalizations. Mercy!
I got rid of the behemoth.
When I moved my day off from Friday to Monday, I still wrote my sermons on Friday, but no longer on my day off. As a result, I no longer wrote them at home. Which in turn meant I came home with all kinds of bursitis and odd aches and pains from trying to type a few thousand words in a couple of hours at a non-ergonomic workstation. Ergo, the stand-up desk (“bar table”) I use at home must be more ergonomic than the gigantic desk at church.
So for my birthday, more or less, Mrs. Mess of Pottage bought me a new desk. My arms feel better, but my feet are sore. (The blue shock-absorbing mat at the bottom of the desk is a late-afternoon addition.)