We all have our neurotic pet peeves. Luke’s main peeve is the noise which emanates from the computers. For years, I had a really noisy graphics card that chapped Luke’s thighs (not literally). The thing just wouldn’t stop *wrrrrrr*ing. Of course, I didn’t notice. I mean, I could hear it, but I just drowned it out with the soothing sounds of Weird Al Yankovic. Luke, however, couldn’t stand it. And the humming sidepanel fan didn’t help.
However, ever since a recent upgrade, my computer’s decibel level dropped considerably. So much so, that Luke’s computer became the noisier one. Finding that the noisiest part of his ‘puter was the CPU fan, he decided not to just hammer the final nail in the coffin of Sound, but he decided to drop a big heatsink on top of it to dissolve any chance of the lid being lifted.
Meaning. . . he bought a really *!sailor talk!* big heatsink. It even need bracing on the back of the motherboard to keep it from snapping.
I must say, it is quite quiet (though a cinder block would probably be cheaper, and just as effective and heavy). The heatsink would’ve done the trick. . . if I didn’t start constantly humming to make up for the lack of non-silence.
The day started like any other… until we got a call from CNN. The story of our interview, set to music. Hit the full-screen button… it’s HD.
The unedited CNN story (nothing special, really) can be found here.
Some say Je ne sais quoi, we say Blog-Worthy. Now, what is “Je ne sais quoi?” More specifically, what is “Blog-Worthy?”
Let me direct you to the scene that my eyes took in as I stepped outside to the back porch.
You can probably guess what the first words that came out of my mouth were—besides, “…do I really need to ask?”
Some friends of ours came over for some merriment and . . . whatever goes along good with that. (Food!*) Anywho, for the merriment, Kyle (yes, there’s more than one) and I sandwiched Luke, creating the Kyle Sandwich Experience, and attempted a Bluegrass Weave.
*What doesn’t go good with food?**
**Watching a birth?
Back in the TOY (Times Of Yore), if two people wanted the same thing, whether it be a stone axe, dashing horse, or wench, they would both sit down at an easel (or rock wall, if they were wanting the stone axe) and each would list all the reasons why they deserved the object of their desire. If they couldn’t come to an agreement, then they’d bring in a wise man, usually in the daytime (because if they can’t ponder at the stars, what else are they gonna do?). Finally, if the wise man couldn’t answer the squabble, they’d just joust for it. Long story short, it was a whole production.
No doubt, there’s an appeal to Johnny Carson, and not just for the “Heeeere’s Johnny!” intro. His “Carnac the Magnificent” act never ceased to entertain, and not just because of that velvet sofa chair-like hat. It was the way he opened envelopes from the side. And even though Luke and I have never seen a full episode of the Johnny Carson Show, somehow we picked up that knack. However, it hasn’t boded well for us.
For instance, a few weeks ago, Luke tried it out with a mail order that arrived through our mailslot. Cool as the motion was, he unknowingly ripped the check in half… Continue reading ‘A sad tear from a tear’
Not to toot our horn myself, but we *know* Costco. We know when to go for the highest amount of samples. We know exactly how and when to swoop in and out of each sample stand with the least amount of uncomfortable standing-around time. Everything was worked out so fine and innate, that… Continue reading ‘Plan B!’
To replenish the supply of ducks, we head out to Metzer Farms with friend Hua Jia Ming to pick up batch of pre-ordered ducklings.
Stay tuned to see how fast the little suckers grew up!
(Kyle, I think the word you’re looking for is “prologue”. —Luke)