Peace Out,
Claude + MDG
February 29, 2008
PacMan!
MDG had a migraine all day today. So in an effort to keep bringing you real and fresh content, Claude is happy to bring you PacMan, thanks to the sweet Google Gadget by SHULTZ:DK - The imperfect geek. Thanks Shultz:DK!
Peace Out,
Claude + MDG
Peace Out,
Claude + MDG
February 26, 2008
Comcast On Demand - Menu Design Madness
For the umpteenth time, Claude would like to reiterate for the record that Comcast On Demand menu design SUCKS the big one!!!Who are they using to test this sh*t out on? Monkeys from the deepest jungles of Africa? Wild boars from parts of middle America that shall go unnamed? Almost ex-heroin users trying to get a fix? Perhaps, hmmm... perhaps they do not have user groups for the On Demand menu feature... or for the freakish design of their remote control for that matter.
How many times can we get lost in On Demand menus? Or find a movie we want to watch which seems to drop off the face of the earth when going back to select it? Would it kill Comcast to make a universal "Back" option that exits you out of every screen? Could they consider the needs of the simple minded human being when designing these services? Considering the fees we pay to use them, it seems like the least they could do. Ouch, our heads hurt from thinking about it.
Anyone else out there know what we're talking about? That's all for now...
Peace out,
Claude & mdg (mystery dinner guest)
February 20, 2008
Tomato Man is Back!
For the love of Christ, Tomato Man is already back in action! It seems early, it being all of 31 degrees and feels like 23. Snowflakes could bust a move any minute now, yet there he sits. Outside, on his stool, all patient like with his dog. Watching his very early, lone tomato.
Tomato, singular, which is usually plural, but it appears he is starting slow outta the gates this year. Or maybe that's how it went last year, if only we'd pay more attention to the peeps. One lonely plant stands where several will soon join, all bundled up in cellophane or plastic or whatever material he's got on protecting the singular plant at this peculiar time of year to be planting.
Tomato by way of guessing, as I never do actually see the plants in the flesh. It's a quick drive-by, sometimes a sideways glance while passing by bike on the trail parallel to his house. I see the cellophane, wrapping its way around circular stakes, which I can only assume to be tomato. It could be corn. Or peas. Or pot for all I know, but that would be pretty brazen as he's sitting on a state road.
And who is to say he's early? By my count, it being the official beginning of spring training in Florida and Arizona maybe he is the smart one and I the learning by the seat of my pants one. Enough snowfall is projected this week to require plowing and digging out of driveways, but that cellophane is probably pretty rad shit. Maybe as warm as moon boots, puffy North Face jackets, or even warmer.
Me, I'm just washing my hands from planting my seeds indoors. Tomato Man, he's got it going ON while I am looking at weeks of tedious watering and moving around and draining and prodding. But what do I know?
Claude & MDG thinks we got us a 'ject in the works here. A little late night sneaky pants action to find out what hides beneath the cellophane perhaps? It'll have to be stealth though and Claude will have to do the leg work as MDG is not at all interested in adding trespassing or B&E to my rap sheet. Not that B&E was even mentioned, but you know how one thing leads to another in these type pursuits.
One thing is for certain though, wese peeps are back in the action on our blog. You can count on it.
Peace Out,
Claude & MDG
Tomato, singular, which is usually plural, but it appears he is starting slow outta the gates this year. Or maybe that's how it went last year, if only we'd pay more attention to the peeps. One lonely plant stands where several will soon join, all bundled up in cellophane or plastic or whatever material he's got on protecting the singular plant at this peculiar time of year to be planting.
Tomato by way of guessing, as I never do actually see the plants in the flesh. It's a quick drive-by, sometimes a sideways glance while passing by bike on the trail parallel to his house. I see the cellophane, wrapping its way around circular stakes, which I can only assume to be tomato. It could be corn. Or peas. Or pot for all I know, but that would be pretty brazen as he's sitting on a state road.
And who is to say he's early? By my count, it being the official beginning of spring training in Florida and Arizona maybe he is the smart one and I the learning by the seat of my pants one. Enough snowfall is projected this week to require plowing and digging out of driveways, but that cellophane is probably pretty rad shit. Maybe as warm as moon boots, puffy North Face jackets, or even warmer.
Me, I'm just washing my hands from planting my seeds indoors. Tomato Man, he's got it going ON while I am looking at weeks of tedious watering and moving around and draining and prodding. But what do I know?
Claude & MDG thinks we got us a 'ject in the works here. A little late night sneaky pants action to find out what hides beneath the cellophane perhaps? It'll have to be stealth though and Claude will have to do the leg work as MDG is not at all interested in adding trespassing or B&E to my rap sheet. Not that B&E was even mentioned, but you know how one thing leads to another in these type pursuits.
One thing is for certain though, wese peeps are back in the action on our blog. You can count on it.
Peace Out,
Claude & MDG
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