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Namaste.
Archive for the ‘Blogging’
Well hello there
Hello to all of you out there. You in Weirton, West By God Virginia. Hi.
The boys mother and I looked at buying a Subway Sub shop at one time in your town. We went to the extent of visiting the area. We didn’t, though. We ended up back in Michigan for a few years before we moved to Columbus, Ohio
Hi Nick. What the heck are you doing reading this instead of studying? Hit the books young man so that you don’t end up working in retail.
Hi, Mike. Hopefully you were in between classes when you logged on here. Or maybe it was Dani. Hey chiquita. Como Esta?
Hi to you in Mount Gretna. I am sorry that I didn’t get to your arts festival this year. When we go there we always end up spending too much money. And money was in short supply this year what with all of the vacations that we ended up taking.
Hi to all of my friends in Harrisburg:
Martin Sacks & Associates.
Brinjac Engineering
It is always nice to see you guys check in.
Hi to MLW’s Aunt B, and her friend from Mechanicburg. Again, it is always good to see you check in. Say hi sometime, we are all friends here.
Hi to my friends in Mannheim. Lebanon is an area that I am still not familiar with. Other than making fun of the Lebanon bologna that everyone seems to love around here. Except for me that is. Especially the sweet lebanon bologna. I just don’t understand that mess.
Hi to you in Windsor, New Jersey. I could riff all night about being a direct descendant of the Dodd’s who founded Newark. Where there is still a Dodd Town, and a Dodd street. Of course, I understand that they are not in the best parts of town any longer. Every now and then, after a few Dodd Family Legacy Ales I get to talking to MLW about coming back to New Jersey and resurrecting the magic that was there when we first established the Dodd homestead. She tells me to go sleep it off.
Hi to you in Nashville, Tennessee. Even though you only stopped to see if I had the recipe for a drink. No biggee.
And I cannot forget my friend in Littleton, Colorado. Chaka, dude. How goes it in the wild west?
So. Just wanted to say hey to all of you folks who stop by to see what insanity is streaming out of my head on a daily basis. There is a lot, let me tell you. For some reason it just doesn’t stop.
Lucky you,
Namaste.
Every Bloggers Just a Setting Sun
I stole that line from a blogger who commented on this link that takes you to Always Home, and Uncool. He writes about BlogHer and the real happenings.
Too Funny.
Namaste.
Searching for WiFi
Inquiring Minds Want to Know
A few dozen of my most loyal readers wanted to know where I ended up in my search for WiFi on Oak Island.
Ok, a couple of my 10 readers wanted to know. Sheesh, that guilty conscious of mine gets to be a real drag at times.
The Flying Pig Coffeehouse is where I ended up. We tried Island Brews Coffee Shop, but had no luck in connecting. And one of you folks out there (Nick, who is heading for the shore as you are reading this. Have a safe trip, Nick.) did a google and came up with The Flying Pig Coffeehouse. So if you are heading to Oak Island, North Carolina and don’t have internet access in your house/condo you should head up to The Flying Pig Coffeehouse. The coffee is great, and they are really nice people.
I did let them know that after I post this, they will have to expand their business due to the phenomenon known as the Dodd Bump. Similar to the Colbert Bump, but different. I figured when the thousands of my readers decide that they have to come to North Carolina just because I did, the business’ that I give the Dodd Bump to will need to expand to handle the flow.
I can have my dreams, you can have yours.
Namaste.
BlogHer blah, blah, blah
If you are reader of blogs you know about the BlogHer conference that is going on in San Francisco this weekend.
Yippee.
‘Ceptin’ I won’t be there. Even though guy bloggers can be BlogHers. I don’t think that MLW would be all that accepting of me attending a conference that is listed as “BlogHer’s mission is to create opportunities for women who blog to pursue exposure, education, community and economic empowerment.” It would be the opportunities part, along with the exposure parts that would get to her most.
That and the fact that I would be drinking with a bunch of women. Trying my best to make them understand that Bud Light, and Coors Light is on the same level as goat urine.
But I am bitter. Why don’t men have a BlogHim? And then, of course I came across this. Men will never have a meaningful convention because unlike the women blogger out there, we won’t be interested in making connections and establishing relationships. We wouldn’t be concerned with meeting with corporate sponsers and making the world better. We would be drinking, eating, and holding farting contests.
Sigh.
Sometimes it all seems so hopeless.
namaste.
What is it with me and poison ivy?
I was looking for vacation posts from last year and came across this one that was written just before we went.
What the hell is it with me, anyway?
“I have these weird patches of poison ivy on both of my legs.
And on my left arm.
The patch that was on my head seems to be gone. Thankfully.
I have been taking benedryl the last couple of nights to keep from scratching. It is not working that well. And the real pisser is that the patches on my calves not only itch, but they hurt like a bitch also when I scratch them. And heat makes them scream at me, “SCRATCH ME, SCRATCH ME.”
And then they hurt like hell when I do.
I am not getting this. And I am not happy about it.
Luckily, vacation is coming up in 10 days. I can’t wait.
Which is a stupid statement, because unless I hit the lotto this week, all I will be doing is counting down the days. But, I over explain.
Come August 18, my Wife, The Princess, and Pierce will be getting in the van and heading south to North Carolina. And the ocean. And sand. And alcohol for me. We will be carting along 2 cases of Dodd Legacy Red Ale for my imbibing pleasure. Haven’t figured out what we will be eating that first night, but think that either pizza might be the ticket.
Will let you know.
Namaste.”
At some point in my 50 years on this planet, you would think that I would learn.
Sheesh
Best Beach Ever!
In one week I will be sitting in the drivers seat of a Dodge Caravan traveling at just a bit over the posted speed limit, still being passed like I am standing still by the rest of the populace, heading for North Carolina.
Just the sound of that makes me wistful.
Sun, sand, heat, ocean breeze, alcohol, a fine cigar, good cooking, family, no internet.
What?
NO INTERNET????
Yes, the house we chose this year does not have internet. Not until I pushed the button that sealed our reservation, did I find this out. Silly man. In the time since I have been scouring Oak Island, North Carolina on the internet looking for a Wi-Fi hotspot that I don’t have to pay for. The only one I have found to this point has been a McDonald in Southport. I am not one to hang out in McDonalds, though to get my daily fix of internet crap I will do what I have to do.
But lets just be clear on this. If any of you know of a Wi-Fi hotspot in, or around Oak Island, North Carolina please tell me where it is. Other than the McDonalds. I already know about that one.
With that being said, starting next week you will be seeing less of me here. Please don’t freak out and desert me completely. I could go the “Guest Blogger” route that so many of my peers have gone, but I just can’t choose which of my 2 readers to hand the keys to. Both of them are so worthy. I will be taking the lap top with me so that I can write while we are on vacation, because the voices just never seem to quit talking. And that should mean a veritable flood of posts when we get back.
Any questions? Good.
Gotta go rip up some more carpeting.
Namaste.
One Week Until Jubilee Day
I did my last reminder about Jubilee Day on my Pennlive blog.
The first one I did drew a couple of reactions that were pretty funny to me. There I times that I do write tongue-in-cheek. And that can be misconstrued. Too bad. I still think it is funny.
Jubilee Day is a one-day street fair that has been going on in Mechanicsburg since the 1930’s. It is a really big deal around here. This year The Princess will be at the Outer Banks and unable to go with me. And this year will be the first time in about 5 years that I won’t be working on that day.
Yah!
Sausage sandwiches, fries, beer, and I forgot to mention the deep fried mushrooms. You can’t have Jubilee Day without fried mushrooms. I love fried mushrooms. Almost as much as I loved the burgers that I made last night that had cheese, and portobella mushrooms mixed in them. They were the absolute best.
I am making myself hungry with this talk.
Must stop now.
Namaste.
Special Announcement!! Special Announcement!!
Announcing a new exploration into the minds and stomachs of Central Pennsylvania. The Pennsylvania Beer and Brewing Guide.
A journey into this insanity that makes some of us brew our own beer, and then foist it on our friends and neighbors. And a look at those who do it successfully.
It is new, but come back every couple of days and you will find things that will astound you.
Promise.
Namaste
The things in my head - Monday
The things that go on in my head…Walking into a corporate office building is like walking the Bataan Death March. Just watch the people around you.
I still hate commercial radio.
But transferring all of your cd’s to your hard drive so that you can burn more cd’s takes a lot of time.
The things that go on in my head tell me that it isn’t nice to not drive the speed limit. Going 45 in a 55 zone is not cool.
The things in my head want more coffee. Hazelnut, please. No cream. No sugar.
It is not supposed to be cold this late in May.
Namaste.
