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On an unrelated side note, apparently I’m one of the lucky G-Mail users who already has G-Mail 2.0 enabled for their account. It is a bit cleaner, much faster, and has some great new features that deal with filters, groups, etc…

I am Legend.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Pumpkin

Note: I’ve appended a small, non-pumpkin non-tmnt related rant to the end of this.

Last night we drank amazing cider, watched Beetle Juice, and played with knives as we held our Pumpkin Carving Party. The pumpkin on the right is not only the best damn pumpkin ever, but is also the pumpkin I carved. For once you can tell who the carving is of. Let’s just say the pumpkin of Kofi Annan didn’t go over well last year.

Donatello, definitively the best of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Ever.

I still remember the theme song. I own the first two movies on DVD and VHS. I refuse to acknowledge the third and fourth movies. Even as a kid I knew the third movie didn’t count as a “real movie” in the same way Canadians don’t count as “real people.” I still have the complete original cartoon series on VHS.

Customer Service

Some friends and I are starting a web site (which I will talk about more when it is finally up). I purchased a domain. Then on the recommendation of a friend decided to get site hosting through site5.com. The bottom line is I’m unimpressed thus far. Pissed off in fact. Not only has the order been “pending” for almost five days, whenever I request information they send me canned shit responses that fail to address any questions I have asked.

I’m going to keep a list of services that provide canned responses, and whenever I meet someone who is affiliated with that company, I’m going to sucker punch them in the throat. Watch out Site5 employees, if you’re ever in Oklahoma I will hunt you down and sucker punch you in the throat.

I spit on your terrible service.

My Favorite Exchange Ever

When you are at your parents house or grandparent’s house, flipping through photo albums is a fairly safe and not overly exciting event. “This is the Christmas of 1987″ or “This is your dad when he got his vasectomy.” But digital cameras are changing that. Thanks to digital cameras, you won’t be sharing Christmas pictures with your grandchildren, you’ll be reminiscing over the photo you took at your favorite bar on Lady’s night.

Laura and Alisonn always remember to take their digital cameras everywhere (including the bar in case something memorable happens, like a good karaoke singer performs or a vampire attack happens right when that newest techno song comes on). Last time we were at the bar I obligatorily jumped in the background of Alisonn’s portrait, and of course thanks to Facebook…