Wednesday, July 25, 2007
White Stripes
Went with the pbf to see the White Stripes for his belated b-day present. Wowsa, what performers they are! Excellent.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Harry Potter
I barely left the house this weekend so I could read Harry Potter! I just finished. Thank you J.K. Rowling!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Gray Line Throwdown (post by GRob)
Special thanks to Wife and Man for allowing me to post as a guest.
My folks visited last week. Before they came we had talked about doing an open top bus tour of the city, so on Friday after MRob and I got off work we met up with BB’s mommy and daddy and went in search of ticket sellers.
I was in a pretty foul mood as work that morning had been less than ideal. Even a burger from the Burger Joint didn’t do much towards putting me in better spirits. And it was hotter than a screaming kumquat.
We ended up having to walk a bit farther (or further?—you tell me) than expected, but finally, in the distance, we spotted the proverbial red vests of the ticket peddlers. Upon our approach, two of the red vested vultures swooped down upon our small party and immediately began bickering over who had gotten to us first. Their argument grew so intense that I believe they forgot about us, the paying customers, for 7—possibly 8—seconds. Two members of our party (mother and BB’s mommy) stepped to the side to let the fracas unfold as it would. The vendors did not even notice.
Finally, the remaining four of us yelled that we would just take out business to an idle red vester if they couldn’t sort their differences out in a civilized fashion. This snapped them back to reality, and BB’s daddy went with one (Red Vest #1) while I, MRob, and father huddled up with the other (Red Vest #2).
Red Vest #2 proceeded to pull out the bus tour brochure and spout incoherent musings on the different options, all while furiously scribbling on the pages opened in front us. Hindsight allows me to know that he was trying to describe the various choices, but, at the time, it was not helpful…at all. Especially as he kept glancing at Red Vest #1 and asking, “How many is he buying?” (referring, of course, to BB’s daddy). Despite our efforts to get him to concentrate on the task at hand, we could tell his mind was with Red Vest #1 (and, of course, BB’s daddy).
By this time, father, MRob, and I had pretty much lost any semblance of patience (remember, I had had a bad morning that day). We distracted Red Vest #2 long enough to let him know we wanted 4 tickets, and father pulled out his wallet while #2 rang us up. Father didn’t pull out enough money at first, which he realized, but before he could retrieve the lacking cash, Red Vest #2 began jabbering about how father needed to give him more. It was, as they say, the straw that broke the camel’s back.
MRob and father offered a quick 1-2 invective combo, and I immediately followed up with the KO punch (almost literally, but not quite).
Let me pause here to say that I consider myself a person of moderate to not bad self control. I don’t make it a habit of lashing out at strangers, and I often try to take things in stride no matter how infuriated I am. In this particular instance, especially as I was with MRob and father, I wouldn’t have thought I would have any problems maintaining my temperamental status quo. Sadly (and perhaps funnily) this was not the case.
Fed up with #2’s insolence, I delivered a 2-sentence-length lesson on customer service and then, looking him straight in the eye, I calmly said, “I ought to kick your ass.” Let’s just say there was a change in mood.
Red Vest #2 began apologizing, saying how excited he gets. MRob walked away. Father remained silent. #2 offered his hand, expressing his desire to bury the hatchet, and we quickly completed the transaction.
Father and I walked over to MRob, who had just told mother and BB’s mommy about my bizarre behavior. I was still steamed, but the reality of what I had just said was beginning to kick in. We were all kind of standing around expressing our bewilderment at what had just happened when #2 came over and again offered his hand. I shook it—again—and he went on his merry way.
When I look back at this incident, I chuckle. But I also do a mental double take. I told a stranger I ought to kick his ass in front of MRob and father. Who does that??? I guess I do, but I never would have thought it. Sometimes you witness or experience something that really chaps your hide, and you get angry, right?
If I ever see Red Vest #2, I’ll probably offer some sort of apology, although I’m sure he’ll have no idea who I am. You never know, though. Perhaps I’ll be walking to the train from work one day and in one of those serendipitous moments that only happens in movies, I’ll spot #2 from across the street, our eyes will meet, and we’ll run across the crosswalk, stopping traffic, to embrace and shed tears of remorse at the rudeness we displayed in our first encounter. Perhaps we’ll get vente mochas together. Perhaps I’ll take him to the Burger Joint. Perhaps we’ll be BFF. Perhaps…
My folks visited last week. Before they came we had talked about doing an open top bus tour of the city, so on Friday after MRob and I got off work we met up with BB’s mommy and daddy and went in search of ticket sellers.
I was in a pretty foul mood as work that morning had been less than ideal. Even a burger from the Burger Joint didn’t do much towards putting me in better spirits. And it was hotter than a screaming kumquat.
We ended up having to walk a bit farther (or further?—you tell me) than expected, but finally, in the distance, we spotted the proverbial red vests of the ticket peddlers. Upon our approach, two of the red vested vultures swooped down upon our small party and immediately began bickering over who had gotten to us first. Their argument grew so intense that I believe they forgot about us, the paying customers, for 7—possibly 8—seconds. Two members of our party (mother and BB’s mommy) stepped to the side to let the fracas unfold as it would. The vendors did not even notice.
Finally, the remaining four of us yelled that we would just take out business to an idle red vester if they couldn’t sort their differences out in a civilized fashion. This snapped them back to reality, and BB’s daddy went with one (Red Vest #1) while I, MRob, and father huddled up with the other (Red Vest #2).
Red Vest #2 proceeded to pull out the bus tour brochure and spout incoherent musings on the different options, all while furiously scribbling on the pages opened in front us. Hindsight allows me to know that he was trying to describe the various choices, but, at the time, it was not helpful…at all. Especially as he kept glancing at Red Vest #1 and asking, “How many is he buying?” (referring, of course, to BB’s daddy). Despite our efforts to get him to concentrate on the task at hand, we could tell his mind was with Red Vest #1 (and, of course, BB’s daddy).
By this time, father, MRob, and I had pretty much lost any semblance of patience (remember, I had had a bad morning that day). We distracted Red Vest #2 long enough to let him know we wanted 4 tickets, and father pulled out his wallet while #2 rang us up. Father didn’t pull out enough money at first, which he realized, but before he could retrieve the lacking cash, Red Vest #2 began jabbering about how father needed to give him more. It was, as they say, the straw that broke the camel’s back.
MRob and father offered a quick 1-2 invective combo, and I immediately followed up with the KO punch (almost literally, but not quite).
Let me pause here to say that I consider myself a person of moderate to not bad self control. I don’t make it a habit of lashing out at strangers, and I often try to take things in stride no matter how infuriated I am. In this particular instance, especially as I was with MRob and father, I wouldn’t have thought I would have any problems maintaining my temperamental status quo. Sadly (and perhaps funnily) this was not the case.
Fed up with #2’s insolence, I delivered a 2-sentence-length lesson on customer service and then, looking him straight in the eye, I calmly said, “I ought to kick your ass.” Let’s just say there was a change in mood.
Red Vest #2 began apologizing, saying how excited he gets. MRob walked away. Father remained silent. #2 offered his hand, expressing his desire to bury the hatchet, and we quickly completed the transaction.
Father and I walked over to MRob, who had just told mother and BB’s mommy about my bizarre behavior. I was still steamed, but the reality of what I had just said was beginning to kick in. We were all kind of standing around expressing our bewilderment at what had just happened when #2 came over and again offered his hand. I shook it—again—and he went on his merry way.
When I look back at this incident, I chuckle. But I also do a mental double take. I told a stranger I ought to kick his ass in front of MRob and father. Who does that??? I guess I do, but I never would have thought it. Sometimes you witness or experience something that really chaps your hide, and you get angry, right?
If I ever see Red Vest #2, I’ll probably offer some sort of apology, although I’m sure he’ll have no idea who I am. You never know, though. Perhaps I’ll be walking to the train from work one day and in one of those serendipitous moments that only happens in movies, I’ll spot #2 from across the street, our eyes will meet, and we’ll run across the crosswalk, stopping traffic, to embrace and shed tears of remorse at the rudeness we displayed in our first encounter. Perhaps we’ll get vente mochas together. Perhaps I’ll take him to the Burger Joint. Perhaps we’ll be BFF. Perhaps…
Friday, July 13, 2007
The Neighbor
We will soon be unvailing a post from our first guest blogger. You too may guest blog on Wife and Man if you like... just let us know if you want to. Guest blogs will be submitted under the user name theneighbor, a reference to the fact that guest blogs will be from our friends, and most often, friends that live in our neighborhood.
New Nephew!
Congrats on being successfully born to our beautiful new nephew, Ruger! He made his his debut on July 11th. We will be meeting him in August and we can't wait!!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
I'm in a meat coma
I saw Jay Bakker at RUB today. I was with my boss and a coworker, and we were leaving when I saw him, so I couldn't really stop and say "I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND I WROTE A PAPER ABOUT YOUR REALITY SHOW"... but I did walk right by him and we made eye contact.
Our lunch was an embarassing meat fest that included 5 different types of meat...
Our lunch was an embarassing meat fest that included 5 different types of meat...
Monday, June 25, 2007
Outward Bound
I am going on an all gals vacation this week. So take the pbf out for cigars and brandy.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Strictly business
The dog is laying between her legs and practically asleep. He's got cute droopy eyes and big paws and floppy ears. I bet she's counting the stops because I'm sure she can't understand the conductor on the intercom either. I shouldn't be staring, it's rude, but she doesn't know what I'm doing. That guy's staring. They're staring. I wonder what she's reading... I can't believe how fast she can read. I wonder how it is that she can read both sides of a page... are there raised dots on both sides, or can she read the divets, but wouldn't the divets just be backward letters from the front side? I wonder how sensitive her sense of feeling is. Her doggy is so cute, and I really shouldn't be staring. That lady's staring. I wonder what kind of relationship she has with her dog. Strictly business or loving? He's got such cute droopy eyes. I guess that's gray hair around his snout and eyes. I'm sure of it. He must be as old in dog years as she is. What happens when he's gone and she needs a new helper? How many relationships has she had with dogs, and is that a reason to make it strictly business? She's got a ring. She's married? Widowed? Just a ring? I shouldn't be staring, but they're staring. They're whispering. At least i'm not whispering, but I'm writing it down in my head. Is that bad? That's not bad. That's only bad if I actually write it down. Do not write this down. Okay, I can write it down, just don't post it online. Don't blog this, that's rude. I can't believe how fast she can read.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Young@Heart chorus
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I love this
"...but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione."
-This is the last sentence from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
-This is the last sentence from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Sunday, June 10, 2007
No Shoes, No Service
This evening we found ourselves near Grand Central... so we popped in to see the ceiling... tourists asked us to take their picture... then asked if we wanted ours taken.
We saw a bunch of people out and about for the Peurto Rican day parade...
Then later, we saw a man standing on the corner wearing only a white t-shirt. After having his fill of everyone laughing at him, he headed towards a McDonalds... I wonder if he got service.
We saw a bunch of people out and about for the Peurto Rican day parade...
Then later, we saw a man standing on the corner wearing only a white t-shirt. After having his fill of everyone laughing at him, he headed towards a McDonalds... I wonder if he got service.
Friday, June 08, 2007
The Youtube experience
Seems Youtube has changed it so that this animated menu only comes up once the video stops playing now... but then if you hit play again, the video replays in a smaller window with the menu still up.
The Wifest made a video (with Mo who once chewed an orange road of our Settlers of Catan game) of her vocals to I Keep Telling you.
Open a new browser window and bring it to wifeANDman... then scroll down to the previous post while still viewing this post in this window... then play both videos at once for a real youtube experience... or a real Mr. and Mrs. McMüller experience anyway. (you'll have to play with the pause buttons just a little to get them playing at the same exact time.)
(again, comments on the video itself should be made at the Wifest's blog)
The Wifest made a video (with Mo who once chewed an orange road of our Settlers of Catan game) of her vocals to I Keep Telling you.
Open a new browser window and bring it to wifeANDman... then scroll down to the previous post while still viewing this post in this window... then play both videos at once for a real youtube experience... or a real Mr. and Mrs. McMüller experience anyway. (you'll have to play with the pause buttons just a little to get them playing at the same exact time.)
(again, comments on the video itself should be made at the Wifest's blog)
Thursday, June 07, 2007
I was told to blog
In an email to me today, the wife said, "ps.-blog baby, i'm kicking your butt!"
Soooo.... herm. The car finally got fixed from being mashed up. That's cool. It puts me in the mood to drive, though I've got no where to go. I've sorta wanted to try going to jersey through staten island instead of manhattan, so maybe it's time for a trip to the nasty ikea for some sweedish meatballs and furniture. Well, probably not furniture. Though if we could afford it, we need a new bed and a bookshelf with doors.
Have you seen the new thing that a youtube video does when you're watching it on another site? It has this annoying animated menu (OS X anyone?) that pops up when your mouse is around it... it's not annoying on the mac desktop, just on a youtube video i'm trying to watch. It also has that reflecting floor thing that iTunes does with videos. I will demonstrate with McMüller's new song/video (special appearance by The Wifest) which the wife enjoyed immensly... so did I, but the wife swoons for a good McMü' tune.
As not to steal his thunder, should you want to post a comment regarding "I Keep Telling You" you should do it at ye faire Crude Futures.
Soooo.... herm. The car finally got fixed from being mashed up. That's cool. It puts me in the mood to drive, though I've got no where to go. I've sorta wanted to try going to jersey through staten island instead of manhattan, so maybe it's time for a trip to the nasty ikea for some sweedish meatballs and furniture. Well, probably not furniture. Though if we could afford it, we need a new bed and a bookshelf with doors.
Have you seen the new thing that a youtube video does when you're watching it on another site? It has this annoying animated menu (OS X anyone?) that pops up when your mouse is around it... it's not annoying on the mac desktop, just on a youtube video i'm trying to watch. It also has that reflecting floor thing that iTunes does with videos. I will demonstrate with McMüller's new song/video (special appearance by The Wifest) which the wife enjoyed immensly... so did I, but the wife swoons for a good McMü' tune.
As not to steal his thunder, should you want to post a comment regarding "I Keep Telling You" you should do it at ye faire Crude Futures.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Harry Potter Cover Art
What is your favorite cover art for the Harry Potter books? I have to say my vote is definitely the states. Although I think the Icelandic Harry looks chock full of attitude. I think the French versions look like they were drawn by children, maybe that's the point. I think that the British and Danish are way toooo generic.
Friday, June 01, 2007
You have probably seen all of these...
but they are still ridiculous and hilarious, especially The Shining recut. Some of them don't work as well as others, The Lion King has too much thunder effect, but they are still fun regardless.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Just rewatched
The Matrix, I really enjoy that movie. The pbf doesn't seem to like it as much as I do. I never finished the series because after seeing the second installment I realized that perhaps the trilogy just sucked. Thoughts?
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
In 1975 the Catholic bishops of Appalachia wrote...
"...hopefully the Church
might once again
be known as
-a center of the Spirit
-a place where poetry dares to speak,
-where the song reigns unchallenged,
-where art flourishes
-where nature is welcome
-where little people and little needs come first,
-where justice speaks loudly,
-where in a wilderness of idolatrous destruction
the great voice of God still cries out for Life."
might once again
be known as
-a center of the Spirit
-a place where poetry dares to speak,
-where the song reigns unchallenged,
-where art flourishes
-where nature is welcome
-where little people and little needs come first,
-where justice speaks loudly,
-where in a wilderness of idolatrous destruction
the great voice of God still cries out for Life."
Monday, May 07, 2007
IT'S ON!!!
In this corner, representing all of Christianity we have child star Kirk Cameron and mustache preacher dude Ray Comfort.
And in this corner, representing the only other side of the coin, two random self-proclaimed Atheists.
Should be good! Have you ever seen Mike Seaver and Mustache Man scare and trick people into believing in God? Check out the videos on their website... they get 'em every time!
Okay, I'm being an ass, but come oooonnnnnn!!! I hate Kirk and Ray's style, and I'm supposed to be okay with the idea that they represent christianity? And the atheists from the Rational Response Squad also use methods that aren't the most respectful of other people. You might not know it from them but Athiests can be nice!
But then again, stereotypes and fights can be fun!
http://abcnews.go.com/Nightline/story?id=3130360&page=1
And in this corner, representing the only other side of the coin, two random self-proclaimed Atheists.
Should be good! Have you ever seen Mike Seaver and Mustache Man scare and trick people into believing in God? Check out the videos on their website... they get 'em every time!
Okay, I'm being an ass, but come oooonnnnnn!!! I hate Kirk and Ray's style, and I'm supposed to be okay with the idea that they represent christianity? And the atheists from the Rational Response Squad also use methods that aren't the most respectful of other people. You might not know it from them but Athiests can be nice!
But then again, stereotypes and fights can be fun!
http://abcnews.go.com/Nightline/story?id=3130360&page=1
Sunday, May 06, 2007
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