Amy's Blog

Built for high fidelity pioneer Victor Brociner, this 1947 Khorn has recently made the trek from Hope to Indy, where resident historian Jim Hunter will apply some TLC to restore it to greatness.  Stay tuned for the "after" photos!

We had almost a foot of snow overnight, so the parking lot is a little lean.  I managed to inch my way here, Steven in tow.  There was no way we could have stopped anywhere near his daycare without getting stuck, so we mushed right by it.  If he acts up, there's always the anechoic chamber.

Even though at the time they had released only two albums, in my early high school days you couldn't find a bigger Boston fan than me.  I knew all their songs by heart, and my cassette tapes were worn.  I remember learning to drive to "More than a Feeling" and "Don't Look Back."  When Third Stage was released my junior year, I was elated.  I'd never heard anything like it before. 

Although my music tastes have evolved over the years, I still like to listen to this album on full volume and pretend I'm a kid again.  Except now I'm a much better driver.  And I have Klipsch.

It is nearly impossible for me to say (or write) "hot tub" without thinking of Eddie Murphy's impersonation of James Brown.  It's just that ingrained into my psyche.

You boys will have to take my word for it that there are actually speakers in this picture.  

I do love our racey Heritage ads from the 70's. 

But please note:  This does not say "Caption Contest."  I repeat, this does not say "Caption Contest!"

Yes, I have Neil Diamond on my iPod.  He holds a special place in my childhood heart (a gift from my parents), and he was my first live concert at age 9.  And, in the words of one of my favorite Bill Murray characters -  Bob Wiley:  "There are two types of people in this world:  Those who like Neil Diamond, and those who don't."

I love him.

It's a good thing Brad has such an excellent sense of humor.

Congratulations to John Warren for submitting the winning entry for the caption contest!  Although highly unlikely in this case, I love the thought of a great woman behind every great idea.

Honorable mention goes out to "BuyOtherSoundEquipment" for working in a line from one of my all-time favorite movies.  

This video was forwarded to me today, and I found it quite hilarious.  It's timely since my 42" plasma recently bit the dust, although not in the same manner as this one.  Mine looks more like sand art.  It's only about 5 years old, so definitely a bummer.  Maybe I'll try the baseball bat trick.

It's currently -6 degrees outside my window, having dropped almost 30 degrees since last night.  I can't complain though -- I'm snug as a bug, and obviously very lucky in the grand scheme.  But I will complain later when I'm making the trek to my car with the sound of ridiculously dry snow crunching under my footsteps.

I don't know what the correlation is between getting older and worrying about the weather.  When I was a kid, my brother and I never stayed inside due to the weather, unless there was a tornado in our backyard.  And sometimes not even then.  Mom just shooed us out, and we gladly went, oblivious of the elements.  Do we get softer with age, or have we become an over-protective culture of coddling caregivers in general?  Probably a bit of both. 

I snapped out of my weather-worry last night when I considered stopping at the store for bread and milk with the other crazies. I realized how ridiculous that was, went straight home, bundled Steven up until he looked like the kid brother from Christmas Story, and sent him outside to shovel the front porch with a dust pan.  And he loved every minute of it. 

I will keep him in tonight, though, since we're looking at a low of -9.  But I still refuse to make a special trip for milk and bread.   

I love having a window.

My iPod is chock full of retro tunes like this one featured in the teen-angst classic The Breakfast Club, proving you can take a girl out of the 80's, but you can't take the 80's out of the girl.  

No one here seems to have a clue as to the events surrounding this picture, so all I have to say is her outfit looks supremely uncomfortable.  And that she appears to be using a dip pen.

Which brings me to my next caption contest, with a twist:  What is the woman in the picture writing down?

Most clever entry wins a Klipsch prize!

They may not be phase plugs, but they are still awfully cute.