tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268743092011-07-07T22:57:42.799-05:00A blog dedicated to a few friends achieving their life-long dream: doing whatever they can to entertain themselves. Maybe you'll be entertained, too. <br><br>Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.comBlogger1371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-78446301800563208242010-09-20T20:44:00.001-05:002010-09-20T20:44:40.962-05:00

Growing up, I always loved Christmas time. My grandparents would ask us for our Christmas lists, and I would start wondering which parts of the list they would get. While I understood the meaning of Christmas, I really enjoyed seeing the presents under the tree and which ones were mine. What do you expect? I was a kid. I found out years later that my grandpa would refuse to leave the store until

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-21468665894637464262010-08-28T19:17:00.000-05:002010-08-28T19:17:46.979-05:00

I have an odd relationship with the rumor mill. On the one hand, I know that there are people out there that are making things up strictly for the page views or to be able to say, "Hey! I started that rumor!" We'll call this the Peter Vescey group.  On the other hand, I have an insatiable curiosity for what might be coming down the pipe. This was very prevalent for me with the rumors about the

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-47073209895887706602010-07-22T06:49:00.000-05:002010-07-22T06:49:08.249-05:00

I've been horrible about writing again. For this I humbly apologize. Here are some of the things that I've been up to with the phone. The phone came in very handy while we were on vacation recently. We went to the store when we first arrived (using the GPS to get there), and by the time we were done there, it was dark out. My wife said that we didn't need the GPS to find the hotel since it was

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-17871989751691974962010-06-07T20:41:00.001-05:002010-06-07T20:42:00.938-05:00

Well, today Apple held the WWDC Keynote address and unveiled their latest iteration of the iPhone hardware and (newly-renamed) iOS 4.  There were, as usual, the applause and cheering that Steve Jobs has come to expect of his keynote crowds.  I was able to avoid any potential buyer's remorse and Jobs missed a huge opportunity for a great announcement setup. Jobs started off by covering some of

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-3662572895496590452010-06-04T19:50:00.000-05:002010-06-04T19:50:55.384-05:00

In my original statement on why I was going with and Android phone I talked about being fed up with waiting for the iPhone to be on Verizon along with Apple's overly-vigorous control of what is allowed to go on the platform.  I purposely and happily went with the Incredible and haven't regretted it.  At least, yet.  This upcoming Monday is Apple's World Wide Developer Conference.  It has

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-57739957349523638002010-06-03T07:49:00.000-05:002010-06-03T07:49:18.496-05:00

As many of you know, I am a professional geek who writes software for a living.  There's a lot more that goes in to my job, but for the most part, that's it in a nutshell.  One of the side effects of doing that for a living is that occasionally, I'll get an idea in my head and start figuring out how I'd program my way to a solution.  Only rarely, however, am I driving to actually start writing

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-36841449472868434772010-05-27T10:29:00.000-05:002010-05-27T10:29:09.774-05:00

As part of my commitment to a happy marriage, I took scuba lessons.  If you know my wife, that completely makes sense to you.  The lessons consisted of two weekends' worth of time allotment.  The first weekend was classroom work (horrible high school flashbacks) and pool work ("we're going to swim horizontally while pretending that we're swimming vertically").  That was the easy bit.  I passed

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-13156181858484902312010-05-14T21:19:00.000-05:002010-05-14T21:19:55.394-05:00

Most of us have had that relationship that on paper should be great, but there's just something not quite right to us.  When trying to explain it, all we can really settle on is "It's just not working out."  Such has been my experience with doubleTwist. I had high hopes for doubleTwist.  I had expected it to work for me in a similar manner to how I used iTunes with my iPod Touch.  However,

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-9990437768480618492010-05-10T06:10:00.000-05:002010-05-10T06:10:45.355-05:00

So it turns out that I need a car charger.  Not because I forget to charge or anything.  I can get the full day of battery through normal usage.  This includes listening to podcasts essentially the entire day and several text messages and phone calls (mostly from Tracy) throughout the day.  No, I need the car charger to make sure that I know where I'm going.  That's right, I turned on the GPS.

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-17765344428833188562010-05-06T00:50:00.001-05:002010-05-06T00:51:14.567-05:00

We fear change.-Garth AlgarOver the past few years, I've had a pretty good work flow for syncing my iPod to the podcasts downloaded to the computer. I would plug in the iPod and wait for the sync, then I would kick off the download of the latest episodes and go to bed. In the morning, I would do another quick sync, unplug my fully-operational battle station...er...fully-charged iPod and be on

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-79879030318065741352010-05-01T08:15:00.000-05:002010-05-01T08:16:11.834-05:00

One day is in the books now. I was brave and left my iPod at home, making the Droid my only device for the entire day that I was at work. A couple of quick thoughts:I need a more podcast-friendly media player. For some reason (don't know if it was doubleTwist or what), my podcasts were all double-copied to the phone. This means that I'm using more space than I need to. Also, the podcasts

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-56796474527740693032010-04-30T01:40:00.000-05:002010-04-30T01:41:07.571-05:00

Keep in mind that as I write this, I have yet to install an application on the new phone. Right now, my computer is trying to sync everything that was previously in my iTunes library to the phone. I really hope that 8 GB of storage will be enough for now. Verizon was nice enough to send along a 2 GB micro SD card in the box. However, that was appropriated by my wife so that she could have her

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-66269614938192097232010-04-29T18:18:00.003-05:002010-04-29T18:30:14.775-05:00

It's here! It's here! It's really, really here!OK, so I'm a little bit excited. The phone has finally arrived and I've gotten my wife's new phone set up, so I'm able to focus on getting things set up for me and my phone. It's currently charging while I excitedly page through the startup guide and the downloadable manual download and install doubleTwist. I find one of the doubleTwist setup

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-58401804316110448982010-04-29T05:22:00.004-05:002010-04-29T05:38:24.843-05:00

As we arrive at Droid Day, I have a short story to share about a little bit of panic that I had yesterday.I was repeatedly checking my email yesterday for the shipping confirmation of our phones (my wife is getting a new one as well). I finally received an email from Verizon. This made me happy. Well, until I opened it, that is.Unfortunately, we are unable to complete this request because [

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-56308910797689919602010-04-28T08:30:00.000-05:002010-04-28T08:30:46.737-05:00

In preparing for the pending arrival of the phone, I've been doing some research. I've been getting recommendations for apps to be loaded on it from friends and also been looking at a couple of other options from the media.The recommendations for a Twitter client have been either Seesmic or Hootsuite. I'll probably end up trying several until I settle on one that I really like. One of the

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-62356685010519845422010-04-25T12:07:00.008-05:002010-04-25T12:59:36.461-05:00

"Folks who want porn can buy [an] Android phone."-Steve Jobs (supposedly)I freely admit that I'm a gadget guy. There's always some new "toy" that I want to add to our house under the thin premise that it will make our lives "easier," but really I just want to be able to play with it and see what features are available. As such, it's really surprising to me (and my wife) that I've been able to

Jason Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349627712964963438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-85585256566754228682008-07-14T23:02:00.001-05:002008-07-14T23:04:39.729-05:00

Hopefully, it's been fairly obvious as I've been writing here that I love my kids. They're often hilarious, always interesting and occasionally infuriating. Doodle lately has been daddy's boy lately, so he's been needing some time to be with me. We thought that this weekend would be a good time for the two of us to get out on our own and see a movie, especially with the way that he's been

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-3375463019272418182008-07-09T00:15:00.001-05:002008-07-09T00:16:36.686-05:00

I've held off writing my review of the latest NBA draft for a very specific reason: I needed to make sure that there was enough distance between my current time and the time of the draft to avoid saying something that I might regret. I know that a good portion of my writing style involves writing such that you really hear my "voice" coming through the page, but I didn't want that voice in this

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-9524874535022368892008-07-02T16:27:00.002-05:002008-07-02T16:33:21.696-05:00

Yes, we know that the draft was last Thursday. However, the fact that both Gudy and Kamp are busy people with families and the illusion of a life meant that we weren't able to get this posted prior to the start. However, we assure you that the great majority of the picks were made previous to the actual selections. Therefore, we still feel like we're being honest. At least as far as you know.

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-3443928459393285842008-06-11T01:10:00.001-05:002008-06-11T01:12:11.314-05:00

I know that there are certain advantages and disadvantages to having been raised on a farm. Sure, I couldn't get a group of neighborhood kids together for a game of football, but I had a quiet area to call home and could pee outside without worry about being arrested. One of the things that I might not have appreciated as much as it deserved was being surrounded by animals and creation. There

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-79614226020255505912008-06-02T21:17:00.001-05:002008-06-02T21:19:47.521-05:00

Here's a confession: I'm not a very high-level gamer. Sure, I enjoy playing video games and spend quite a bit (too much?) of time playing them, but I'm not very good. In a real-time strategy (RTS) game, I tend to "turtle" or hang out in my primary base building up my forces, fending off the paltry attacks that the computer brings to bear until I'm ready to break out and demolish them. In a

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-12221337342979746122008-05-28T21:15:00.001-05:002008-05-28T21:16:53.653-05:00

"We fear change." - Garth Algar, Wayne's World. We've been in a small group Bible study through our church for the past three years. It was a very serendipitous series of events that lead us to the group that we ended up attending. I won't bore you with all of the details, but suffice it to say that we were very happy with the group. Up to that point, we really hadn't connected with people

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-30317455414619623172008-05-20T22:44:00.002-05:002008-05-20T22:47:02.467-05:00

I know that at this portion of my life, after everything I've seen, I shouldn't be allowed to get my hopes up. I've seen the same sort of results every single time, but yet I keep hoping. Hoping that I'll see the years bear fruit, but the same old conclusion keeps slapping me in the face. There's an old saying that insanity can be defined as repeatedly doing the same thing and expecting to get

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-12612271715186960592008-05-16T22:38:00.003-05:002008-05-19T23:41:55.323-05:00

Travel with my family continues to get more interesting. Today was the first day that we went on a trip since starting to potty train Doodle. The current state is that he's in his normal underwear when we're home (his choice of Spider-Man, Diego or Transformers). If we're going to church or the store, he's in a pull up. For bed time, he's still in a diaper. Progressively, his pull ups have

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-51684024204752209282008-05-05T23:38:00.005-05:002008-05-06T00:13:32.753-05:00

A couple of months ago, I applied for a coupon (pronounced "coo-pon") on a website. For the next few weeks, I checked the mailbox every day and told Anne that if I got the coupon, I would be immediately rushing out to make a purchase that I hoped would change our lives. I'm talking about digital television. Actually, that doesn't do it justice.Digital Television!There. That's better.You may

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-79704447927998737722008-04-30T21:39:00.002-05:002008-04-30T21:47:06.347-05:00

I know, I know. You don't even have to say anything. We've been horribly negligent in getting anything posted here. We've had good intentions at times, honest. I've even had a few starts at articles that were interrupted by life in general and then I forgot about them. Or at the very least, forgot where I was going with them. Weeks turned in to months and time, as it is want to do, moved in

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-5774840430672510462007-10-16T16:22:00.000-05:002007-10-16T16:24:31.366-05:00

I love our local library. I've been able to catch up on quite a bit of comic book reading (Ultimate Spider-Man) and read some that I've always wanted to but never had the chance (Watchmen, V for Vendetta). I've also been able to watch a few shows that I wanted to see (Lost). I've also been a bit disappointed. I'm a really big believer in being truthful in advertising. If you say that your

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-39535280777669266872007-10-10T07:31:00.000-05:002007-10-10T07:33:09.838-05:00

Recently, Anne and I went with some friends to see Kutlass and Newsboys in concert together, along with a third opening band whose name I have no desire to actually look up. I decided to do a random thoughts on the concert. I hope you enjoy. You know, I don't mind paying for parking when I'm able to get tickets for free. Have I mentioned that I like my employer? "Everybody remember where we

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-74841826226061544752007-10-02T21:17:00.000-05:002007-10-02T21:21:01.057-05:00

An epiphany is an interesting thing. It strikes you when you least expect it. For instance, my family and I had decided that we would go to a local eating establishment one day, and we were waiting to order when a thought suddenly struck me. It was very much like in the first Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy book where someone has an idea to fix all the problems in the world. It would work.

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-63217011242025017372007-09-25T05:43:00.000-05:002007-09-25T05:46:20.335-05:00

I am an avid reader of ESPN's Sports Guy, Bill Simmons. Anything that he puts up, I try to read. He's interesting; sometimes insightful; an unabashed fan of the Patriots, Red Sox, and Celtics; and more often than not, right on with his opinions. However, sometimes that fan-dom can cloud his judgment. Such is the case with his latest article about the Patriots filming scandal. I think we can

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-67057933139011927912007-09-11T21:44:00.000-05:002007-09-11T21:45:49.979-05:00

My daughter, Punkin, took another step in her journey towards becoming a young woman. It, of course, brought back memories of changing her diaper, late-night feedings, running full-bore down the hallway when she should be asleep. Ah, the memories. This is normally where a sentimental musical number would be placed. Pretty soon she'll be moving out of the house and finding a husband. The

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-8426820587654745772007-09-04T17:44:00.000-05:002007-09-04T17:46:59.165-05:00

I hate waiting for things. I hate waiting for a pregnancy test to be ready to read. I hate waiting in lines. I hate waiting for Christmas to be here. Most of all, I hate waiting for something to arrive. Whether it was company coming over when I was a kid, or simply for the mailman, it's always gotten on my nerves to wait for that arrival. This is amplified when I'm having to wait for a new

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-14810867213988182842007-08-14T20:27:00.000-05:002007-08-14T20:29:14.831-05:00

This past weekend, Anne and I took some time away from the kids and went to Chicago to be tourists. Here are some of the random thoughts from walking around the Windy City. The drive to Chicago goes pretty well, but there's one thing I've decided: I can't stand toll roads. Anne's trying to nap and I'm trying to listen to podcasts when another toll booth crops up.

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-12146437140481385762007-07-31T22:29:00.000-05:002007-07-31T22:29:45.525-05:00

A good portion of my childhood was spent in a world created by Hasbro. I was always incredibly enamored with the Transformers. I played with the toys; watched the cartoon; read the comic books; pretended to be the characters; and talked about the toys, cartoon, comic books, and characters with friends and family. I would recreate the sounds from the cartoon every time one of my toys or my

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-26442920275918190682007-07-24T17:07:00.000-05:002007-07-24T17:09:25.694-05:00

It's gotten to the point that I'm pretty much morally opposed to paying for content on the internet. One of the whole thoughts behind the internet was the quick, free exchange of thoughts and ideas. That philosophy has mostly carried forward as the internet has added users and services at a breakneck pace. What was once text has become graphics. What had been typing back and forth to a friend

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-54539126037674006652007-07-17T16:47:00.000-05:002007-07-17T16:49:17.278-05:00

I can tend to be very critical of movies. Especially sequels of movies that I really enjoy. For instance, see my opinion on the two Matrix sequels. With the advent of a new summer and, subsequently, a new round of summer sequels, this issue came to a head again. One of the movies that we were interested in seeing (if for no other reason than completeness) was Ocean's Thirteen. We had seen

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-54044793405542036882007-07-13T17:27:00.000-05:002007-07-13T17:28:56.720-05:00

The instructor looked to where Derek was supposed to be found. Instead, he saw nothing there. The spheres were gone. Derek was nowhere to be seen. And there was another bird missing. The instructor sighed. "I don't think that his father is going to take this very well," he said to the empty room. ************ Derek's brain started taking stock of his situation. He felt very odd,

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-18078214550338880772007-07-10T06:07:00.000-05:002007-07-10T06:08:25.192-05:00

Life has been busy and tiring lately. Part of the tiring half of that is my own fault. I have a tendency to stay up much later than I should, including Thursday game night. You see, some years ago, Anne and I made a decision that each of us needs to have some time each week to ourselves. With Anne currently being a work at home mom, she especially needs time away from the children, as her job

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-64785343293153210752007-07-06T14:49:00.000-05:002007-07-06T15:30:07.848-05:00

Immediately after the final quarter-turn on the second set of knobs, the room filled with a deafening silence. At that precise moment, there was a pulse of white light so brief and so intense, one might not even be able to differentiate it from a blink.Derek looked up to find both birds suspended in midair, surrounded by a familiar sphere of translucent blue energy he had only previously seen in

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-23936325181996646292007-06-29T16:11:00.000-05:002007-06-29T16:12:05.455-05:00

It was at this moment that Derek remembered that he had forgotten to put his safety goggles back over his eyes. He reached one hand up to put them back in place. This was the latest in his list of mistakes on the day. "No!" yelled the instructor, reaching for the knob that Derek's hand was supposed to be turning at that moment. He had gotten it only a quarter turn around when the light

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-5339678886643526682007-06-26T21:13:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:16:14.319-05:00

Should I be worried that when my daughter is wearing her pink sunglasses, she strangely makes me think of Kurt Cobain? She has that same straight blond hair for one thing, I guess. Except that she's sober and alive, of course. Today's sign that I'm getting old: I went over to a friend's house for a gaming night (he just purchased a Wii) the other day. It was a lot of fun. However, it's now

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1461111990088255222007-06-25T20:16:00.000-05:002007-06-25T20:18:47.660-05:00

By Gudy and Jeff KampWelcome to a new feature of Pluckytown known as "The Geek Versus the Casual Fan." The point is to take someone with (hopefully) deep knowledge about a subject and have the debate go back and forth with someone who's more of a casual observer of the topic at hand.Today's topic will be the debate about whether to trade Kevin Garnett away from the Timberwolves or to keep him

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-67478828111530400162007-06-22T20:17:00.000-05:002007-06-22T20:18:55.763-05:00

The instructor sighed. "Try again," he said, replacing the earlier sarcasm with the patience of a man accustomed to teaching students who took a bit of time to come around. A hint of command came through his voice."This will be the fifth time," snapped the young man without any patience. "It won't work.""Derek," said the instructor, "Now is not a time to doubt yourself. Now is a time to be

Ronnie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730080731847344682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-47867113482604616762007-06-21T08:49:00.000-05:002007-06-21T10:57:42.225-05:00

Continuing with a theme from an earlier post, today we are going to explore what should be another controversial topic: Cartoon Theme Songs. The one caveat is that these cartoons are all pre-2000. I haven't had much time for cartoons since, much to my dismay.I don't think that there's a person I know who has watched as much cartoons as I have. This is both a boast and a lament. It's also the

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-84224109432380992492007-06-19T06:33:00.000-05:002007-06-19T06:35:22.803-05:00

We've all experienced it. The movie that we've been seeing previews about for months. The CD of your favorite band that has that one fantastic single they've been playing on the radio. The laptop for which you've been saving your money for months. Finally, the day arrives. You rush home and rip open the package. Sometimes, it meets all of your expectations. Sometimes, you're disappointed

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-11526693880310838502007-06-16T21:36:00.000-05:002007-06-22T00:20:11.867-05:00

First SectionPrevious SectionFrank blushed, smiled, and shrugged sequentially. He bid farewell to Chuck, squinted at his watch and continued his sullen march down the street, this time with more focus and purpose in his step. Not only was he about to be shut down, financially speaking, by a large electronics store, but now some jerk who knew his name was going to be dropping his name at the

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-10547229571227883222007-06-12T06:32:00.000-05:002007-06-12T06:33:09.121-05:00

Anne and I seem to develop traditions with movies. During the run of Lord of the Rings movies, we would go to see the current one during Christmas with at least part of Anne's family. It was a lot of fun, but left us with a bit of a hollow feeling when they were all done. Then, we went and saw the second Pirates of the Carribean movie with some friends of ours. At that point, Anne was

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-4138970549862583602007-06-08T16:20:00.000-05:002007-06-08T17:55:31.053-05:00

Not to be confused with our Mockery of a Mock Draft, Kamp and Gudy have decided to actually try to predict, prognosticate, foretell, or guess at the actual outcome of the upcoming NBA draft. This should be interesting, because Gudy knows very little about the NBA, and is rather annoyed by the league, and Kamp's feelings are pretty evident as well. The format will be much like our Viking's Draft

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-75016920919363502462007-06-01T07:35:00.000-05:002007-06-20T21:01:27.873-05:00

Previous section.The man seemed to ponder these words for a moment."Yes, I would say it's 'double crap,'" he said with some form of East-coast accent that would distinguish him significantly in this town of mostly second- and third-generation Scandinavian immigrants.Frank sighed heavily."Look, I'm sorry about the rock. I didn't mean for it to happen, honest. I'll pay for any repairs.""Do you

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-74042302212126289392007-05-30T17:51:00.000-05:002007-05-30T17:52:15.306-05:00

As much as I hate to admit it, I go through life looking at many things with what might be termed an unhealthy amount of cynicism. That I've grown up to be a sarcastic jerk is really what it comes down to. I'm reminded of an episode of The Simpsons where Homer is part of a traveling freak show connected to "Lalapalooza." He's the dude that gets shot in the gut with a cannon ball. As he's

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-36318935946702628852007-05-25T14:47:00.000-05:002007-05-25T22:28:50.150-05:00

It was a dark and stormy night. Ok, that’s mostly a lie in that it was 3:00 in the afternoon and the sun was shining, but dark and stormy is how Frank’s mood currently was. He was strolling down the street on this Tuesday, or was it Wednesday? Have you ever noticed how Tuesday and Wednesday feel exactly the same? There’s not really a distinction between the two, aside from name. Anyway, he was

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-39235335321496624592007-05-25T10:47:00.000-05:002007-05-25T10:49:25.409-05:00

The time has come for a long-planned project at Pluckytown to come to fruition. I am talking about a progressive story. What is a progressive story you ask?Well, we are going to be in the process of telling you, the reader, a story. The unique twist will be that each author/contributor will only be able to write 500 words at a time. When we reach the 500th word, we have to stop, regardless of

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I'd like to take a moment and congratulate the NBA. Congratulations on a year in which you've managed to have a situation in which I don't care at all for any of the four final playoff teams. In fact, in most other situations, I would be actively rooting for the team that they were playing. The problem is that I naturally want to root against all of the remaining teams. Here's why. Cleveland

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-83595500462613162922007-05-18T13:51:00.000-05:002007-05-19T13:45:34.848-05:00

Point #1 - We live in a list dominated society. Maybe I've mentioned it before, but I can't remember, and since I'm short on material, I'll either visit it for the first time, or re-visit it.Point #2 - We live in a list dominated society. See above. Every one of the websites that I read on a regular basis has a top ten list. Sports, especially, is drifting towards this format. Don't believe me?

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-91983479177315991962007-05-15T19:43:00.000-05:002007-05-15T19:44:45.882-05:00

I never thought that it would happen to us. We've been happily married for the better part of a decade and thought we would be past the danger zone for it. I had always promised myself that it would never happen in my marriage. Growing up, I had seen what it did in my family. The division that it caused. The struggle and the strife. Here we are, though, and I see it happening in my own

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-72874766623969965302007-05-11T21:11:00.000-05:002007-05-11T21:12:37.309-05:00

Gudy - Brad Childress has been to me a lesson in patience. As one who follows sports rather obsessively, I tend to be on the uber-hyper-critical side of things when it comes to a team's front office and coaching. On the wings of a rebuke from a few of my more tame friends, I adopted a three year grace period for new head coaches. Brad Childress has made me question that more than a few times.

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-5045899129644201572007-05-08T17:32:00.000-05:002007-05-08T17:34:39.344-05:00

Everyone knows that there are some really bad parts about being sick: the coughing, the sneezing, the head full of cotton, the aches and pains, the hot, no the cold, no the hot. However, it occurred to me as I was going through the latest version of the plague that was ripping through work or Punkin's school or church or wherever we picked up the bug that there are actually some things that I

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-46452848066389836772007-05-01T06:11:00.000-05:002007-05-01T06:15:31.631-05:00

I remember the comic book that got me into collecting when I was in junior high. It was a one-shot (complete story contained in one issue as opposed to a multiple-issue story arc) of The Amazing Spider-Man (issue #340) in which Spidey fights a group of women super villains. At the conclusion of the episode, he had decided that he wanted to be permanently rid of his powers, which he accomplished

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-67023931859459193292007-04-21T21:40:00.000-05:002007-04-22T17:10:41.741-05:00

By Gudy and Jeff KampLast year, we started on this site by unveiling what is still one of our favorite pieces that we did, the Mockery of a Mock Draft. As you can see, we had a perfect record of selections. Since we enjoyed working on it so much, we decided to do another one this year. As such, we present to you our mock draft for 2007. Oakland - Capt. Jack Sparrow - Pirate - Used to managing

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-65659281915301012052007-04-17T21:31:00.000-05:002007-04-17T21:32:39.569-05:00

I've written a few times about my recent (and growing) love of podcasts. I enjoy the fact that I listen to only content about which I care. I enjoy the fact that I can listen when it fits in to my schedule instead of being beholden to some faceless programing manager's whims. There's also a strange sense of connection with those who are going to the trouble of creating the shows. There's a

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-3779650205167586742007-04-10T21:26:00.000-05:002007-04-10T21:28:20.033-05:00

I'm fairly involved in fantasy sports. I don't mean that I'm one of those people who purchases all of the magazines every fall and researches every move to death before the draft. I mean that I participate. Maybe that's a better way to put it: I'm fairly participated in fantasy sports. (Me fail English? That unpossible!) For all of the time that I put in to fantasy sports, I blame Gudy. It

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-58261216183100557032007-04-03T17:37:00.000-05:002007-04-03T17:40:49.911-05:00

My wife and I have quite a few similarities, especially in our background. We're both the middle child of a three child family, and were raised in very small churches in which our families comprised the majority of the youth group. We both have horrible sweet teeth. An actual exchange from this weekend went as follows:Anne - I think I might make bars.Me - I just printed out Cold Stone

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-77060465190458233282007-03-31T10:13:00.000-05:002007-03-31T10:14:45.031-05:00

I've always wondered why those updates in the middle of a sports game were called resets. Basically they're just game summary's that get you up to speed on the current situation. Well, that's a perfect title for this article. There's been several things happening in Minnesota sports that I haven't blogged about yet, and it's time that I made my voice heard (if only by our audience of three).

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-61804886762769099082007-03-27T05:15:00.000-05:002007-03-27T05:40:05.306-05:00

I was listening to my normal lineup of podcasts through my work day. I had finally gotten to the third part of the marathon known as the Bendis Tapes on the Wordballoon podcast. Brian Bendis is one of my favorite current writers. He's one of the master minds behind the re-thinking of the Marvel universe referred to as the "Ultimate" line. He's also done some fantastic work in a universe of

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-4027893982615349062007-03-23T08:40:00.000-05:002007-03-23T08:42:11.027-05:00

That was my first reaction upon hearing the news today that the University of Minnesota hired Tubby Smith to be its next men's basketball coach.Being firmly planted in both of the Rick Majerus and Bobby Knight camps, this news was initially a disappointment to me. Smith is a big time "name" coach, to be sure, but his actually coaching acumen can be easily questioned.Then I started thinking about

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-18665977051205897522007-03-20T06:28:00.000-05:002007-03-20T06:30:35.783-05:00

I've become fairly convinced over the last few years that my television hates me. I haven't figured out how it came to this point or, for that matter, why, but I'm pretty sure that it does. Now, I realize that you would say that it's an inanimate object and supposedly incapable of love, hate or many of the more complex feelings (like a football fan's feelings for an inconsistent quarterback),

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-19431834672889604332007-03-13T16:40:00.000-05:002007-03-13T16:42:22.187-05:00

I've tried to not write many articles that are just a running journal of the happenings in my life. I mean, after all, what is this a log of things on the web? Er, wait, don't answer that. Anyway, I usually will use something that happened during my day/week as a jumping-off point for a rant on society, life, cheese, etc. However, I had an interesting Saturday, so I thought I'd relate it to

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-78626838402376515592007-03-06T21:18:00.000-06:002007-03-12T23:09:55.074-05:00

I want to apologize right away for the title of this piece of writing. It was late, I was tired, and I thought it would make me sound smart if the title looked like it belonged on a master's thesis. If to you it does look like it should be a master's thesis, I would really like to know what college you attended. That, however, is not the thrust of my discussion.The majority of the well-known

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-37079156160814828532007-02-27T17:49:00.000-06:002007-03-19T20:27:41.592-05:00

You can't follow Rob Zombie's "Feel so Numb" with "The Real Thing" by Faith No More. That's just wrong. Of course, this is coming from the guy who often follows "Megalomaniac" with "Shiny Happy People," but that's not the point. Something that I never thought I'd hear my wife say: "There's your vest. There's your tutu. Now, pick them up or you don't get a story."

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-38513373903316209252007-02-23T16:42:00.000-06:002007-03-12T22:53:53.744-05:00

I am pleased to announce a new feature that we are introducing here at Pluckytown:Cue 2001: A Space Oddysey musical theme...Cue deep announcer voice...Ask PluckytownOk, so that was a tad bit anti-climatic, but it nevertheless is something that we are at least mildly excited about.AP (which stands for Ask Pluckytown, if you haven't been paying attention) will be a feature where you, the reader,

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-90722496758484605442007-02-20T21:26:00.000-06:002007-03-12T22:55:20.592-05:00

I really enjoy going on dates with my wife. After nearly seven years of marriage and three kids, we need to take opportunities the present themselves (in the form of grandparents arriving on the doorstep) to get out on our own and remember the fact that we actually are husband and wife before father and mother. So, we took the restaurant gift certificate that was hard-won in a Christmas gift

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-42514532113752147582007-02-15T16:45:00.000-06:002007-03-12T22:57:39.866-05:00

While puzzling over what to write for this week's piece, I though of something a surrealist friend of mine once told me: "Fish stapler pants jumping gnizzle paltz."With those words of wisdom still in the back of my head, I came up with the idea for putting together the soundtrack of my life. Below you will find songs that at different stages in my life were important for different reasons. They

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-91064666164493482142007-02-13T06:45:00.000-06:002007-03-12T22:58:49.630-05:00

Normally, when I wake up, I'll have some form of a song running through my head. Lately, this has included songs by Brad Sucks and OK Go. I don't know why. Maybe my dreams have a sound track. If that's the case, I'm glad that I've never woken up with a Village People song stuck in my head. I don't know that I'd want to be involved in one of those kind of dreams. This morning, however, I

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-2467440536396110222007-02-07T20:41:00.000-06:002007-03-12T22:59:56.218-05:00

After boring you terribly with a successful AFC predictions campaign, and then again with a not-so successful NFC campaign, I'm back with the final installment. I think I write these articles for my own sake, just to keep me humble and remind myself that I don't know as much about sports as I'd like to believe. Anyway...AFCPredicted order for playoff seeding: Indianapolis, Miami, Baltimore, San

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-3917537850073718632007-02-06T20:33:00.000-06:002007-02-06T20:35:07.435-06:00

Author's note: Sorry that this is a bit late in getting posted today. I had some last-minute additions that needed to be reviewed before I could post. Thanks for your patience.You might be wondering why it is that I haven't been as regular with articles lately. Well, there are a variety of reasons: We've been busy at home lately, and with our Christmas vacation, there was a lot of catching up

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-41402613251955389202007-02-02T14:30:00.000-06:002007-02-02T14:32:55.858-06:00

This was originally intended to be a response to Ryan's comments on my earlier post, but I thought it would serve it's purpose better as a Super Bowl preview article. Many Bears fans are disgruntled right now because of a perceived lack of respect from the prognosticators. Here is what I say to that:I don't think I'd neccessarily count myself as a Bears hater, but more or less a Bears doubter.

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-91654172189645345862007-02-01T21:28:00.000-06:002007-02-01T21:30:01.978-06:00

After covering a mostly successful AFC predictions campaign, I shudder to think of how the NFC is going to turn out. I'm aware, off the top of my head, that I completely and utterly botched the North. That leaves three other divisions for me to screw up. This is going to be ugly, folks.NFC EastMy predicted order of finish: Giants, Cowboys, Redskins, EaglesActual order of finish: Eagles,

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-77199575258676310472007-01-25T16:46:00.000-06:002007-01-25T16:48:19.917-06:00

We have a week and a half until Super Bowl XLI. That will give this post, and next week to review the results of my NFL regular season predictions, and then the week after the Super Bowl to finish up with a review of my postseason predictions.I do this mostly because it's a humbling experience, and because I'm annoyed at members in the mainstream media who make outlandish predictions and then

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-67680043331368701112007-01-23T17:14:00.000-06:002007-01-23T17:15:55.166-06:00

This weekend provided us with a couple of pretty good games. One looked like it was going to be a blowout, then it looked like it was going to be close and then it morphed back into a blowout and stayed there. The other one looked like it was going to be a blowout and another epic failure in a laundry list of missed opportunites, but it turned into a fantastic game that really had a twist at

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-18470787742577614102007-01-16T07:55:00.000-06:002007-01-16T07:56:36.996-06:00

When it comes to owning a cellular phone, I have very few requirements. It has to be functional, it has to have good reception, and it has to be able to take a beating. We've been pretty hard on our phones throughout the years. I have a tendency to randomly forget where I've placed it, and it has a tendency to get dropped a bit. Then, of course, there's the bit about small children wanting to

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-40927583746253181662007-01-09T00:30:00.000-06:002007-01-09T00:32:42.947-06:00

Those who know me, or for that matter spend more than twenty minutes with me, know that the Simpsons is one of my favorite shows. I just consider it to be very funny and incredibly well-written. The guys writing it know what they're doing. Besides which, watching it is one of the very few ways that I rebelled during my formative years. Yeah, I was a weenie. Anyway, there was an episode where

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1167147898201956952006-12-26T09:44:00.000-06:002007-01-12T00:30:12.516-06:00

I was going to make this article available to less than half of the people, but decided against it.I was able to watch my first NFL Network game broadcast this week, as I was at the in-laws' and they just got a new LCD TV and digital cable. Anne's worried that I might get TV envy. She doesn't have anything to worry about. At least not until after I get my laptop.Anyway, there were a couple of

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1166568613323901322006-12-19T16:50:00.000-06:002006-12-19T16:50:51.946-06:00

As has been previously stated, I prefer the professional football game to the one found in college. Also mentioned at the same time is that I have two friends, Meldy and Ike, who are very adamant college football fans. It's pretty much to the point where we agree to disagree even though secretly, everyone agrees that I'm right. It's just that I'm not one to gloat. At any rate, Meldy and Ike

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1165930395226045372006-12-12T07:33:00.000-06:002006-12-12T07:33:52.856-06:00

My father-in-law and I both have the same job title of Software Engineer. We both sit a computer for a large portion of the day and analyze algorithms and code, debugging problems or finding new and better ways to get the required jobs accomplished. However, there is a very large difference between him and me: I consider myself a professional geek while when he gets home he wants very little

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1165325312095249902006-12-05T07:28:00.000-06:002006-12-05T07:29:04.396-06:00

Before really getting into my article, I feel that a note of explanation about the theme for this week is warranted. Didn't notice the theme? It should be pretty close to the gigantic "Pluckytown" you see at the top. Go ahead and check, I can wait. And we're back! OK, let me preface my comments and even the topic by the fact that I love Christmas. I love getting together with my family. I

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1164719832617664832006-11-28T07:17:00.000-06:002006-11-28T07:17:38.570-06:00

When I was growing up, we didn't have cable TV. For one thing, it was the logistics of having a cable strung out to the middle of nowhere that I called home at the time. For another, it was the fact that my family, being small-time farmers, preferred not to have the extra expense of a monthly bill just so that we could watch even more television. I was one of those kids that would struggle to

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1164599506315333082006-11-26T21:51:00.000-06:002006-11-26T21:53:43.526-06:00

Well, gentle reader, here I am again. Somewhat ironically, I missed being able to post an article on my own topic last week. Chronic laziness is indeed a joyous affliction. Even better is when chronic laziness is accompanied by raging apathy. That way it doesn't bother me in the least when my chronic laziness asserts itself. Sadly, this dear friend is nowhere to be found this week, so on to the

Frederick IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580370866273419562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1164114200880295012006-11-21T07:03:00.000-06:002006-11-21T07:03:47.516-06:00

I'm a reasonably intelligent person. I also like to think that I have a bit of creativity within me. However, I've never been very good at spur-of-the-moment creativity. I would have been horrible as a court bard. The king would say, "Sing me a song about hassenpheffer!" and then I would get pummeled by half-eaten turkey legs because I wasn't quick enough to come up with a word to rhyme with

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1163780883677942702006-11-17T10:28:00.000-06:002006-11-17T10:31:10.933-06:00

This week's topic, "Sci-Fi/Fantasy in Media Other than Movies or Books" affords me the perfect opportunity to address a growing concern of mine. I believe that one of the evening news anchors at a major station here in the Twin Cities could be an alien. Is it far-fetched? Yes. Is it out of the realm of possibility? Probably. Does it make for an entertaining column? I hope so.Hear me out,

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1163506118237411592006-11-14T06:08:00.000-06:002006-11-14T13:00:46.126-06:00

When my wife, Anne, and I go to social events, I usually find myself telling some form of story. I can't help it; I got that from my dad along with a habit of staying up way too late for my sanity or good health. Oft times, however, many of these stories end abruptly and seemingly without a point. When this occurs, the people that we're with will usually look at Anne as if searching for an

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1163170279410056942006-11-10T08:51:00.000-06:002006-11-10T08:52:32.163-06:00

Hello all. In explanation of this post, we here at Pluckytown have started a new program in which we have three themed weeks a month, and each one of the main contributors here gets to pick a theme for their week. This week's theme, brought to you by Kamp, is the "Longevity of Music." Now it's up to the other two of us to write something in line with that guidepost. Of all the things for me

Gudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16361869954235277763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1163033158797495622006-11-08T18:45:00.000-06:002006-11-10T10:32:37.623-06:00

Well, gentle reader, after a one week hiatus I am back. Believe me, the one week was a good thing. You thought the LGDs were bad? Well, you've never seen anything like last week. Anyway, rather than entertain you with an exciting and graphic recounting of my marvelous exploits of a week past, I am instead this week going to bore you with something much more interesting to me personally. Of course

Frederick IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580370866273419562noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1162904434477459422006-11-07T07:00:00.000-06:002006-11-07T07:02:26.460-06:00

Back in the summer before my eighth grade year, I was a kid going to summer camp. This would be the year that I would have a crush on a girl named Michelle, learn how to really play foosball, and have a councilor named Russ to whom we'd show our respect by thumping our chest whenever we'd greet him, much to his chagrin. It was also the year that I met the guy who would be my best friend

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1162301134598841042006-10-31T07:25:00.000-06:002006-10-31T07:26:06.313-06:00

Dear idiots:Could you please stop it? No, seriously, cut it out. I'm so sick and tired of seeing ad after ad on my TV blasting one candidate after another. I'm tired of the different voices that they use: the "I can't believe this candidate is so silly to think we won't notice all of his faults" voice; the "If I talk to you very slowly, perhaps you'll get the gravity of what I'm saying to you

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1161692060453279682006-10-24T07:14:00.000-05:002006-10-24T07:15:01.276-05:00

It had the beginnings of such a good night's sleep. We had gone to bed at ten. I had actually gone to bed at the same time as my wife, which has been a rarity since the baby was born. We talked for a bit. We cuddled for a while, and then I rolled over and went to sleep. Let me tell you, I went out cold. I was dead to the world. I don't think I was even having a dream at all. It would have

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1161236431352657602006-10-19T00:40:00.000-05:002006-10-19T00:44:28.876-05:00

Once again, gentle reader, it is time for our weekly (or, with me at the helm, sometimes weekly) convivium. This week, I find myself in deep contemplation over the most fascinating effects of extreme sleep deprivation. I have come to know (in that intimate sense implied, for example, in the Authorized Version's use of the verb to know--that is, to come to know something on a deeply personal level

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There is a guy at my work who for the duration of this article will remain nameless. Why don't I want to mention his name? Well, it's partially due to wanting to allow him to remain anonymous since he didn't ask to be written about. I respect anyone's desire to remain anonymous as much as they can. It's also mainly due to the fact that I don't know his name. This is the crux of my current

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1160626313596721302006-10-11T23:11:00.000-05:002006-10-12T18:06:03.480-05:00

Well, gentle reader, after a two-week hiatus, caused largely by my own inability to manage time effectively (Yes, it's true. I know you're thinking "But Mr. Frederick, sir, how is it possible that you are not magnificent at everything to which you put your mind?" Of course, the answer to that is that I am great at everything to which I put my mind. I simply did not adequately bring that

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Trust me, the title will make sense in a little bit.Knowing what I do about the computer industry (being a professional geek and all), I know that one shouldn't necessarily fall into the trap of always waiting for the "next big thing" before making a computer purchase. After all, there's always something that will be coming soon that will make what you currently have obsolete. As Weird Al said,

Jeff Kampnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874309.post-1160144672326214092006-10-06T09:24:00.000-05:002006-10-06T12:07:33.173-05:00

We are currently four weeks into this bright NFL season. That means some of the teams are 1/4 of the way through their seasons if they haven't had a bye week already (if they had, it's completely ridiculous, but that's just me). Now looks like a good time to review my preseason predictions, and find out just how much of a load of hoohah they really are. If you want to read the original

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