MTV... music?

MTV recently created a web site for viewing music videos, since they're too busy showing reality and normal ol' garbage on their 3 TV stations. Normally I avoid all things MTV, but I gave it a look to see if I could find some of my favorite videos from way back when... you know, when people still made music that wasn't just swearing and pornography.

Tonight was brought to a stand still when I found this:

and of course this...

Weird Al is a genius. I love the man, and I'm not ashamed.

Doing Bad

Photo by: thorinside

Normally, I like to think I'm a decent person. I go to church, help people out when I can, respect my elders, give to charity, kick every cat I see ... just the kinds of things that "good" people do. I've recently been thinking about a bad trait that I've developed, though.

Don't worry, I'm not addicted to smack, pornography or Michael McDonald music - figured I should address that before moving on further. It's relatively harmless. I love to do absolutely nothing when I should be somewhere.

This morning, I got to thinking about this again. Katie and I played hookey from church to catch up on sleep, which is easy to do when it's 65 in the house with wood floors and 85 in the sheets. I slept in, avoided showering, sat in my man chair and watched tv and surfed on the internet - basically did nothing... all the while with a giant smile on my face.

This is very strange for two reasons - First, I'm accustomed to doing nothing. Ask my wife. I practically bathe myself in the tao of do-nothing - it's the Tao of Jordan, if you will. Second, I am not an unnecessarily happy person. Again, ask my wife. I have mastered the frown, and by the time I'm 40 I will have developed frowning jowls that could rival Joe Lieberman. For some reason, I just really enjoy the idea that I should be somewhere doing something, but instead am in my boxers in my man chair with a mouthful of lemon heads at 10:30 AM watching TV. It's shameful, but it's me.

The first incident I can remember was in high school. I was supposed to be taking this ACT prep course (forgive me, parents, if you read this) on Saturday mornings for 6 weeks or so (as best I recall). The only thing I remember about this course was the fact that one weekend my parents went out of town and I was able to skip it. That's right... hookey. When the time came to go to class, I got up, threw on a sweatshirt (note the lack of shower, it's important in these scenarios for some reason) went to McDonald's and had the best sausage biscuit of my life... and smiled the whole time I was there... much to the dismay of the parents in the play area with me.

Anywho, I couldn't help but to think back to that time this morning, while playing hookey again. Most of college was spent in similar fashion, ditching this class or that class... and smiling like my brother looking at a recent presidential election poll. Maybe that's why I was there for 7 years... who knows... I don't like to linger on little details like that.

My point of putting fingers to keys here was just to say that there's hardly a thing sweeter than ditching mundane responsibility here and there to daydream, sleep in, watch scooby-doo re-runs... whatever. Today was sweet.

Another 'week 1 completed' post

Yesterday marked the end of my first week at the new job. I just missed completing my first project - a utility that will be used by a few of the company's applications to send faxes through an on-site fax server. Another programmer and I decided at the last minute that we wanted to change a little of the design, but up until that decision, the product was functional and had been tested.

The new company is a great place, so far. The people seem nice, the manager is definitely a change (finally, a real "hands off" manager), and the environment is low stress. So, I think I'm going to enjoy it.

Of course, I said similar things in the past (about my last two jobs, links below), but I'm hoping this one keeps me happy. I've looked back and found a few posts that chronicle my path, and see that I'm still moving up... and as long as that keeps happening, things are good.

Resignation from LA Tech and Moving:
http://www.jojometal.com/archives/2005/01/i_broke_the_new.php
http://www.jojometal.com/archives/2005/01/the_big_move.php

Resigning from Edgear and 'Moving On' post:
http://www.jojometal.com/archives/2006/01/new_year__new_e.php
http://www.jojometal.com/archives/2006/01/a.php

First Week with SNS and resignation from SNS:
http://www.jojometal.com/archives/2006/01/i_made_it_through_a_week_witho.php
http://www.jojometal.com/archives/2008/09/resigned_to_cha.php

So celebrity roasts used to actually be funny?

I'm surprised that at some point, celebrity roasts used to be funny. Now, they're not.

Foster Brooks... hilarious (the second guy to speak here in Roasting Johnny Carson).

Best Burger In Shreveport

It took years to determine, but ladies and gentlemen, I have found the best burger in Shreveport. These burgers are being made with care at Papa & Company on E. Washington.

The place looks like a hole in the wall burger joint (and maybe it is... thanks google maps for providing street view), but I don't care. If it were a travelling, mule drawn burger stand, I'd still be writing about it. What matters is the food... and more specifically the burgers.

Three main burger virtues:

1. Size - this burger is the size of my face! I don't know when that became a proper measurement, but when describing meat, I always compare it to the size of my face. It helps if you yell the words MY FACE!.. and by help I mean it scares people into agreeing with your outlandish opinions on meat


2. Texture - This is no grainy, gritty burger. It is a ground meat burger. There are no random bone pieces - a la Sonic Cheeseburger. Didn't we genetically remove bones from cows anyway?


3. Taste - A bit smokey, a bit flavorful (Random Griddle Goodness™ flavored, I believe). The fresh bread , which is a bit sweet, complements the burger well. I eat mine without many vegetables - just mustard and mayo. They're vegetables, trust me.

In addition the virtues listed above, the burger has added appeal. Papa and Company looks like a dive, is always busy, and is only open half a day (11-8 Mon.-Sat.). These are quality ingredients in the making of a good burger joint. If the best burgers were served there, would they be fancy? Would there be an empty dining room? Would they even have to serve their burgers all day? No, I say.

As a man, I see utility in this burger and the burger joint. They serve to satiate my man hunger for meat, and do it without frilly signs and hostesses. The only hostesses I want at a burger joint are the hostess cupcake crumbs on my shirt from breakfast. Instead of hostesses and fanciness, at Papa and Company there's a guy at the counter taking orders in a hurry, and a few big guys behind the counter barking out orders as they're ready and grilling up goodness.

I couldn't end the day without mentioning the burger. I had this burger for lunch today... in my car, in my driveway. I'm not ashamed. I had the other half again tonight (graciously, they cut it in half so small children and old ladies don't herniate themselves picking it up).

Try them out. I don't recommend burgers hastily.