Twittering and Running

There’s a group of Knoxville Twitterish types gearing up to run the Jingle Bell 5k here in Knoxville on December 13. Brandon over at Knoxify has more information, including team name and link to sign up. Oh wait, I can give you that here.

Come on out and run with us while you can still beat me. I’m making a comeback, this is my only race of 2008, and then it is ON in ’09.

What to do With Your Galt Time

If you’re thinking of going Galt next year, it wouldn’t hurt to start finding something to do with all that down time now. After all, it’s damn near impossible to be completely unproductive, and it’s going to take some planning.

I think I’ve found one outlet.

Last Sunday, I was running with one of my buddies, we’ll call him The Schwartz, and he said (this is a direct quotation), “I’m glad you got me out to run today, man. I’ve wasted way too much time this weekend on Wookieepedia.”

Now, you have to understand that my initial reaction was that this was some sort of weird porn site. But no, it’s actually a wiki all about Star Wars. The Schwartz was absolutely engrossed in how much other people knew about Star Wars and how much he didn’t. He remarked that his brother was actually pissed because people knew so much more about Star Wars than him.

I’m not making this up. And this is why I love my friends–each and every one of them. I have so much to learn from other people. Without The Schwartz, there’s a good chance I’d never have never known that Wookieepedia exists. Maybe you’d never have known either.

INTJ — Myers Briggs For Idiots, Or at Least Me

 

Who I is?
Who I is?

I took the Myers-Briggs personality test my freshman year of college, but I don’t remember what I was. I’m pretty sure that my personality has evolved in some areas since then. The other day on Twitter @eeUS was asking for people’s types, and I took this quick test to find out what I am. I usually don’t buy into this type of thing to heavily, but I have to say this pretty much pegged me.

 

I came out as an INTJ (11% Introverted, 88% iNtuitive, 62%Thinking, 22% Judging). There are a couple of articles describing this type along with some examples of famous people who possess these personality traits. Imagine the horror I felt being grouped with Ben Bernanke and Alan Greenspan! Of course, that was offset by the fact that I also get Ayn Rand, Isaac Newton, and Stephen Hawking in my stable.

Then The Missus took the test and (surprise surprise) came out INFJ, which is listed as the ideal companion for the INTJ. Pretty cool!

So take the test and let me know in the comments who/what you are!

Here’s What I’m Trying to Say

Here are ten phrases and terms I’d like to work into my daily conversation arsenal:

  1. My sources are telling me
  2. The biggest no-brainer in the history of earth
  3. Working like heck
  4. Boondoggle
  5. Let’s break this down
  6. Change
  7. That’s a good point
  8. My old lady
  9. I don’t think you understand your question
  10. Not guilty

There are plenty of others, but this is a good list to start with.  If I can work one or two in on a regular basis I’m sure to annoy friends and law enforcement regularly.

***UPDATE***

SVD takes it to the next level.  He works the whole list into one diatribe.

I Don’t Feel Like Writing

But these people do.  So go read their posts.

LissaKay on how socialism works.  Notice the guy at the top pays the same amount either way.

BillyMac has fun playing with John McCain’s tongue.  Strange fetish.

Why Libertarians and true conservatives don’t win elections.  Duh.

Seth Godin writes a post about me–too small to fail.  If I had a nickel…

Jen has some thoughts on Warren Buffet’s recent op-ed piece.  My big problem with it is that Warren Buffet has a huge financial interest in bailouts and market recoveries.  Do it because you think you should, not because he thinks you should.

An Anonymous Idiot is begging for more chicks with tattoos.

Just Sayin’ has some ideas on Money and Power.

Stolen bases= free tacos.  Bet on it!  Why can’t someone do this with sub-prime mortages?  What a great way to give everyone home ownership!

If you’re going to be a criminal anyway, don’t pay for the privelage.

Feelin’ Good Again

It’s good when you go on vacation to get away and not think about stupid stuff for a few days.  Of course, if you’re like me, you spend those vacation days thinking about stupid stuff anyway, but it’s different stupid stuff than you think about when you aren’t on vacation.  This vacation was especially good because we had a lot of good friends there too for my buddy’s wedding.

But now that I’m back I’m not really wanting to think about the stupid stuff I missed while I was gone.  I’m not very interested in Joe the Plumber, Sarah Palin on SNL, or anything else political.  My friends and I basically solved all the world’s problems while having some pops on the beach anyway.

I found out it won’t do any good to write in Ron Paul, which is disappointing.  I’m sure he can win without me though. Besides, I would just as soon watch my favorite band sing a Robert Earl Keen song.

Baby Poop That Is–The Worst Kind

A few years ago one of my friends was waiting on his wife to get ready for a Christmas party we were both attending and, undoubtedly, enjoying a few cool beverages. He passed the time by putting together a mix CD for me. I never told anybody about all the beautiful love songs he included on it and how touched I was by it, but I’ve played the CD full of badass country songs he also made for me that night for anyone who will listen.

I was just joking about the CD full of love songs.

He put a couple of John Prine songs on the badass country CD. Newscoma posted a video of one of these songs because it makes her happy. Here’s the other one…

AdMobile No Longer Mobile

But it still exists. Now, however, it’s called The Billboard Truck.

About four years ago, the Admobile took Knoxville by storm. Everybody was talking about it. This was long before diesel prices skyrocketed to unsightly heights.  This was before the scare tactic formerly known as Global Warming decided it wanted to be called Climate Change.  The people that were talking about it were cussing it for the most part.

The earth was in a warming phase.

Back when it was called AdMobile, it actually moved. It could be seen cruising up and down Kingston Pike every day.  In fact, my sources tell me that if a driver parked it for more than a couple of minutes the frugal owner, who was constantly refreshing the GPS position, would call them on a AdMobile cell phone and tell them to put it in gear.

As you can see by the video, the AdMobile is now parked in the Target parking lot in Maryville, and the name has been changed to protect the guilty. The ads no longer rotate, and only the ads on the side are sold, but mobile outdoor advertising lives in East Tennessee, making us all proud.

WNBA=We’re Not Bad Asses

Bench clearing brawl? Uber-athletic cat fight? Meh.   The video doesn’t quite live up to they hype from this article in the News Sentinel. The only thing worthwhile in the video is the audio of the guy filming it making cat sounds.

Parker was one of three players ejected along with Detroit assistant coach Rick Mahorn after an ugly scuffle with 4.6 seconds left in Los Angeles’ 84-81 victory on Tuesday night.

I was hoping this would give me a reason to watch the WNBA. Nope.

Is is just me, or is everyone else over fighting in sports in general? With the abundance of MMA on TV now, I can watch guys who can actually fight go at it anytime I want. I’ve got 2 or 3 shows of real fights loaded up on the TIVO right now that I don’t even have time to watch.

I was at an international rugby match between Argentina and Ireland a few weeks ago and a fight broke out–BORING! To quote my friend BGE: “There are so many legal ways to do violence on somebody during a rugby game–why would you ever punch them?”

Note to professional athletes–I pay (or sneak in) to see you do what you do well, not something that you aren’t any better at than I am. If I want to watch someone ineffectively flail their arms in the general directions of someone else I can just set up the Flip Video and lace up some boxing gloves with my buddies.

I Once Got Busy In A Burger King Bathroom

If these cost more than the girl, you should pass.
I always thought general idea was to take the condoms you bought in the gas station bathroom out of the bathroom before using them.  Apparently not so for a lot of people.  Ick.

But here’s this question.  Why do people have sex in public places?

Logistics can certainly play a part in the public-sex equation. But having sex in a car or on the slide at the local playground is a lot different from having sex in the women’s bathroom at Qwest Field during a Seahawks game, something a Thurston County deputy prosecutor was alleged to have done in 2006.

This article claims that the main reason is to stick it to the man (no pun intended), but I think people do it for reasons that don’t have anything to do with that at all.  For instance, I have a friend, let’s call him “Mike”, who had to have sex in a restroom at a bar.  He didn’t have any other choice.  If he’d tried to take the girl some place private his girlfriend would have definitely seen them leave together and caused a big scene.   Then there’s the case of another friend, let’s call him “Eric”,  who had to do it in the bathroom in the Atlanta airport.

“Had to” you ask?  Well, duh, yeah.  They met on the plane, and both had layovers in Atlanta en route to their separate destinations.  If you’ve checked in for a flight in Atlanta post-9/11 you know that security is a nightmare, so leaving the terminal just wasn’t an option.  And what about the people at my former job who would hook up in the broom closet or outside by the dumpster?  Do you really expect them to go anywhere else when they’re only given 30 minutes for lunch?  It just doesn’t make sense.

So I would contend that public sex happens out of necessity more often than not.  Life just moves too fast, and it’s getting tougher and tougher to line up schedules, much less make reservations at an hourly hotel.  Feel free to leave your own public sex experiences in the comments, just please don’t leave your real name if I know you.  Chances are it’s not an image I want stuck in my head.