August 2010 - Posts
I think they would sell.
I'll bet when you saw my subject line you thought this was going to be about my soon-to-be 6 year old. Ordinarily I'd say "right on," but NO! This one is about engineers, because we all know how much trouble they can get into when they're bored. Trust me.
Our fun-loving cafe proprieter, JJ, had this piece of early 1990s video equipment installed last week. It's so antiquated, the first thing you notice is the octogan-shaped tires. It's no Frogger, but it's only a quarter, and a great way to spend the remainder of a lunch hour. Better that than shooting off potato guns toward I-465.
I can't stop looking at this. It's prettier than every piece of furniture I own. Which is so not cool.
Sorry for the light posting lately, folks. It's a crazy time here at Klipsch... You'd think we were trying to launch 25 new products at once or something. Oh wait, we are launching 25 new products at once!
Say hello to the new Synergy line!
And because I'm full of useless trivia, I'll share this: the previous Synergy line launched the same month and year Steven was born, so naturally I'm feeling a little nostalgic about it fading into the sunset. As if I needed anything else to make me feel my age about now.
Tomorrow he'll be in college.
This is on my iPod....
Yesterday was the preseason opener for the Colts at Lucas Oil Stadium. I was lucky enough to nab some Klipsch-tickets, and I say lucky because I actually prefer preseason to the chaos of the actual season. In fact, there was so little chaos that we arrived entirely too early (as indicated by the empty seats in this photo), and Steven was cheering and hollering much too long before the game even started. So by the time the second quarter rolled around, he had had enough. And who could blame him, after the Colts' less than stellar showing? That's ok, they never win in the preseason. Why break precedent?
And might I add that I was infinitely kind in posting this photo. There's one of him involving cheerleader pom-poms that might require some therapy down the road had it been made public.
My co-worker Chris recently adopted a puppy, Stella (right), to be a playmate for the fluffier, more feminine looking Lola. My first reaction to this picture was "aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww."
But the more I look, the more I think these dogs should have been boys, and should have been named Felix and Oscar. And I would totally photoshop a cigar into Oscar's paw.
(Am I being mean?)
Blowing bubbles is one of my favorite summer pastimes. There's something very soothing in the way they lazily float through the air, indifferent to their final destination and impervious to the chaos surrounding them. Bubbles could actually be an ideal inspiration for how to happily navigate a lifetime. Of course, they meet their end in a swift and violent manner, but ultimately, I find that appropriate.
