I’ve come across a few awesome drink recipes on the Internet. The problem is, I can never find the exact recipe again. So I’m going to save them on here as I come across them.
- Fill tall glass half way with crushed ice.
- pour 3 oz tequila over ice
- pour 6 oz orange juice over ice
- pour 1 oz grenadine syrup down side of glass (inside the glass, wise-ass)
- garnish with orange slice and cherry
This week was tumultuous.
James Aiken, a friend and the principal of my daughter’s school passed away this week at the age of 52. The funeral was Saturday in Cherryville, NC. It was about an hour and a half drive by car.
Work was having a Disaster Event this weekend. A Disaster Event is a planned event that we say, “OK, a giant sink hole opened up underneath our production facility. All systems are down and unreachable. Get our disaster site up and running immediately. Ready. Set. Go.” And of course I had a mistake that was brought to light during the exercise which I had to fix.
I got a hair up my butt, and decided to answer the question, “Who watches the watchmen?” The answer of course was “I did last night.” A friend of mine and I decided to catch the 9:30 p.m. showing. I knew it was a long movie, so I set up my playlist early. I recorded and queued some talkie bits. I even set up a multi-million-meat giveaway. But when I tried to connect to the CLAM Shoutcast server at 8:30 p.m. Eastern Time (Sunday morning, 01:30 UT) I received a password error. I didn’t have time to trouble shoot it.
When I got back home, still in good time for Intraweb Radios, there was a pit bull in my front yard. I had a hard time getting out of the car. But soon came to realize that this particular dog was friendly, thirsty, and cold. I got her some water and a blanket. She wanted to come in the house, but it was just after midnight, my kids were sleeping, and I have a dog. Imagine the ruckus that would have caused… “My dog and this dog wake up my kids. My wife goes for the butcher knife… not for the dogs but for me.” Just my imagination, but probably not far from the truth. So I wrapped this sweet little pit bull in a blanket and sat with her, out in the cold, waiting for animal control to come pick her up.
When I finally got online, I found the Shoutcast server accepting my login information, but no audience. So instead I watched the final episode of Battlestar Galactica — good ending.
I ran out at lunch today to pick up the Blue Djinni from Pre-School and grab a bite to eat. I asked her whether I should go to Jack in the Box and she said, “You need Chinese.” She was right. I had an unfulfilled craving for Chinese take-out the other day. So, I picked up some vegetable lo mein, an egg roll and a fortune cookie. This was my fortune. I had to share it with you.
You create your own stage and your audience is waiting!
Creepy, but fitting.