Treetoe and the Apocalypse

Moose on the loose

We've been perusing the types of photos folks are uploading with Blogger Images and it's pretty exciting. A personal favorite thus far is this photo series of a moose running amok in Maine somewheres.

Bonedog atop his perch

We released Blogger Images today! Sadly, I wasn't fast enough on the draw to snap a pick of the Humvee I saw with the Support Our Troops magnetic ribbon.

Treetoe at 60

Treetoe reached level 60 this weekend - the current level cap in WoW.

Joining a guild turned out to be incredibly important in the last few levels. You need folks who can help you through some of the game's better challenges.

Also, it's the only way you can see some of the end-game content. Below, 30 of us are getting ready to battle the devil. You need that many folks just to reach this point and the devil still handed us our pixel shaded asses. Next time, Luciferon!

Schmaltz

In a post on his blog, my brother reminds me that I once plugged the madrigal Allen-a-Dale into our MacSE's midi software. Good times.

I really enjoyed high school choir and especially looked forward to All-District Choir when all the kids would get together to belt out tunes like Allen-a-Dale and a SATB medley of Phantom of the Opera (a particular crowd pleaser).

I remember one year, the big finishing number was this song "Love in any Language." The lyrics are pretty incredible and include such sentiments as:

From Leningrad to Lexington
The farmer loves his land

and

The rhetoric of government
May keep us worlds apart
There's no misinterpreting
The language of the heart

That last bit is the bridge and we'd key shift on "heart" to, you know, really sell it. And just to make sure there really could be no misinterpreting, the entire all-district choir would sing the last chorus while simulateously signing it in ASL. I guess in case some deaf folks had decided to take in a choral performance that evening.

I remember being fairly affected by all of this - so much so that I'd completely repressed the memory until reminiscing over choir days with Mr. Wetherdeal.

Well balanced

Last night I road bicycles with my friend Bonedog. We went to see Batman Begins in IMAX (which rocked) and I had the following for dinner:

• popcorn
• reece's pieces
• pretzel bites with pump cheese
• cheery icee
• red vines through which I drank the icee

I am living a 12 year-old's fantasy life.

Jobs at Stanford

Solid: "Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."

Magneto was a jew afterall

In the past 3 weeks, I've had 3 BART cards demagnetized. I've got 35 bucks worth of blank magno-tape in my wallet. Turns out you can't do much with that.

In theory you can get your cards refunded at select BART stations, and in theory the ticket refund location at Civc Center is open from 7a to 7p.

But in theory bubble tea is a delightful drink but, in fact, it's just sucking slime globules through a goofy straw. And so, the ticket exchange station is actually only open 10 to 6 - therefore, not useful to commuters at all.

The bigger question in my mind is what's going on in my pants? What heretofore unknown gaussian power has manifested itself in my upper thigh?

Treetoe and Tree

Best friends forever.

Users First

It's important to test your products, not just cross-browser, but also cross-species. (photo credit: photable)