Fiddley Gomme - Technology

I Couldn't Not

Pete — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 01:13:18 -0400

It seems wrong to be blogging under the circumstances. But here I am... camping. And there's WiFi. And it's not like I'm at some froo-froo KOA or something. This is full-on dark dirt camping high up in the mountains.

I Can Feel The Love From Here

Pete — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 01:08:18 -0400

There's nothing new to report about the missing camera. I guess all there is to do now is hold out hope that someday, someone will see my camera walking down the street in the custody of a deranged self-proclaimed prophet and his crazy wife.

I Want To Make Us Both Famous

Pete — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 00:24:00 -0400

I'm interested in you. I'm curious about who you are and what makes you tick. I want to meet each and every of you and nuzzle your internecks. I like the sound of my own voice. I like to start my sentences with I.

Another Case Of Knowing Just Enough To Be Dangerous

Pete — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 20:52:33 -0400

I was going to get really drunk on Friday night. Half the girls were off at end-of-the-school-year parties. The other half go to bed pretty early. Donna was working the late shift at the fabric store. My mother was out with friends doing what they do best. Gossiping with eyes closed while she wags her index finger in tiny, manicured circles.

Mocha Momma Memed Me

Pete — Tue, 06 May 2008 12:15:48 -0400

Kelly over there to the Mocha Momma blog
tagged me with a meme.

Normally, I'm not a big fan of meme tagging but I guess I'm just not in the mood to be anti-social. Maybe I'm just feeling the love from the blogosphere and I wanna give a little back. Get I get an amen?

The rules:

1) Link to the person who tagged you.

2) Post the rules on your blog.

3) Write six random things about yourself.

4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.

5) Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

6) Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

Six rules. Six random things. Six tags. I like the awkward symmetry of that.

1) I don't get the big deal about ice cream. Never have. Never will. While I watch others gorge themselves with orgasmic glee about a brimming bowl of the stuff, I'm totally satisfied after two or three bites.

2) When I was six, while my younger brother and I were wrestling, I pulled down his pants and bit his penis. Hard. That is to say, I bit it hard. Err... with force.

3) Ben Affleck has an Oscar. OK, that's not about me but can you even fucking believe it? An Oscar. Ben Affleck.

4) I have appeared on stage wearing a felt sunflower singing "You Are My Sunshine". For which I was paid fifty dollars per performance. Suckas.

5) Despite the fact that I lived in Japan as a kid spoke a passable amount of Japanese I have NO IDEA what a Harajuku Girl is.

6) Clive Barnes, the New York Times theater critic once fell asleep during a show I was in during college. Honestly, I don't blame him. A comedy about the black plague? What were we thinking?

OK, fine, six random people... umm... Let's go with people I've never met or whose sites I've never even read before.

Deborah, Erin, Ozma, Surcie, Randall, Nutsy Fagan

I guess I better get to notifying everybody otherwise I might get six years of bad luck in the form of chain letters... or whatever.

On The Couch

Pete — Mon, 05 May 2008 15:37:29 -0400

Try as I might I couldn't get Dave Fletcher to admit to randomly deleting Chris Buttars' email. Though, towards the end of the interview, after finally lulling him with my witty repartee, he did admit to once having been a bigot.

Listen to The Couchcast

Everybody's Goin' Off The Deep End

Pete — Fri, 02 May 2008 18:07:58 -0400

Every morning I get an email from Google with a daily agenda from my online personal calendar.

From: Google Calendar
Subject: You have no events scheduled today.

This message has no content

Clearly, I'm living the dream.

On The Air

Pete — Thu, 01 May 2008 00:30:18 -0400

I've been thinking about putting together a podcast for a while. I have a ton of ideas, probably too many, and I still need to settle on an exact format. While I'm trying to figure all that out, I'm trying to participate in as many other projects as I can to get the hang of the whole process.

I've been given a generous offer to join Robert Merrill, Thom Allen and Matt Reinbold on The Couchcast this Monday to interview Dave Fletcher, CTO for the State of Utah. I can only assume I've been included as comic relief.

Hopefully the joke isn't on me. Be sure to tune in and find out.

Monday, May 5, 12 PM MST
You can call in and participate as well by calling 347.324.3797 during the live broadcast.

If It's Twisted Will My Mother Still Call It A Globe?

Pete — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 19:26:33 -0500

Born at Menlo Park
More heat than light emit you
Dead in twenty-twelve

Watch This

Pete — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 17:51:38 -0500

A few weeks ago the batteries in both my watches died on exactly the same day.

One of my watches is a twenty-four hour watch like astronauts wear and is handy for confusing people who have the nerve to ask me what time it is instead of just wearing a watch themselves. At noon, the hour hand points to the bottom of the watch. At six in the morning, it points to where you would normally expect to see the number 3.

The other is a snazzy Cole Haan number that makes me look like I belong in an Abercrombie ad. Which, of course, I do. I prefer this watch for every day use as the astronaut watch is just one step on the nerd scale above having a Casio digital calculator timepiece.

After a couple weeks of glancing at my empty wrist fifty times a day then asking people for the time, all the while feeling that familiar contempt for myself normally reserved for others, I decided I needed to make replacing the battery a priority. The problem with this scenario is that most days I leave the house late for my day job and don't return until after my performances. Usually that's much later than every normal person is at work and I no longer feel motivated to do something as menial as stopping to buy a watch battery. By this time of night all I usually find time for is a beer and quickie with the Mrs.

So sometime last week I decided to just put the watch on to remind me that I need to find time to stop and buy a battery. But the worst kind of thing has happened. Instead of serving as a proverbial string around the finger, my watch has only succeeded in making me repeat the phrase, "Oh my GOD! Is it REALLY half past already?!?" at least ten times a day.

Let me tell you, this is not any more handy than having no watch on at all. Nor has it succeeded in motivating me to get a battery. In fact, the battery in my car is now quite dead having left me stranded post-performance last night and I'm not sure exactly how or when I will find time to replace that either.

Perhaps if I strap my dead car to my wrist, it will serve as a reminder. Or possibly one more car ride with my mom forcing me to listen to Barry Manilow sing hits from the sixties through his substantial nose will motivate me.