This was an uncharacteristically busy weekend for me.  Saturday I was at the Atlanta Cask Ale Tasting, an annual event I try not to miss.  Sunday was the NHL All Star Game here in Atlanta which has been a long time coming.  The All Star Game was initially awarded to the city for the 2004 season but that wound up being the season that was cancelled due to the lockout.  I’ll post photos later this week for those of you interested.

Spam is so blatant most of the time but every once in a while one catches my eye for whatever reason.  I got a typical one this morning with the subject “Your morttgage offers” that slipped past the spam filters and weaseled its way to my inbox.  The misspelling of the subject line alone means that a) they’re misspelling on purpose to avoid a filter on spam buzzwords like “mortgage” or b) it’s originating in a country that doesn’t use English as their primary language.

If there was ever was an indicator I made the Right Choice when it came to switching to a Mac and worshipping at the Altar of Steve, my faith in Apple ratcheted up several notches last night as I helped my mother-in-law get her new laptop set up.  Obviously all Windows-based PCs come with Vista now and while I could go on a rant about why Vista is truly a misstep by Microsoft for so many reasons, I don't want to bore the non- ...

You know you’re a dad when, during your lunch break, you head to Target (thankfully within walking distance of the new office) and fill up your cart with as much formula (a special kind for Katie's digestion issues that costs more per ounce than black market uranium) and Stage 1 baby food that your arms can carry.  Even five short years ago my same arms would have been carrying bags of snacks and other assorted goodies for our childless household at the time.  Instead of bags of CDs and DVDs and various electronic goodies, they’ve morphed into bags of diapers, tubes of Desitin, and assorted other creams/ointments/balms/salves used to treat wounds/dry skin/rashes/dirty clothes and whatnot.

We had about an inch left of milk in the gallon jug as of last night but I didn’t make my normal run to the grocery store to get more.  Why would I let a household staple run so dangerously low, you ask?  Because I wanted no part of what I knew would be a madhouse rush on all things dairy, bread and water since we were about to get some snow flurries totaling less than an inch. 

Last week I noticed a new email footer from a buddy who works for a company based in Philadelphia that sells pipe fittings.  I went to their site and the same disclaimer is on several of its pages.

Material quoted and or sold by Pennsylvania Machine Works, Inc is not to be shipped ...

While I’m in the same vicinity of the old work office building, my route home has been altered slightly.  If you follow what most online maps tell you to (which actually synchs up to the most logical route involving the highways and main roads), you would take these turns.

Left on Perimeter

Not much time to write today since we are in the midst of moving-in insanity at our new office.  I’m quite pleased to find out there’s even more places to eat within walking distance.  In lieu of words today, I leave you with two angles of what appears to be a disturbing statue outside the building.  There are several scattered throughout the property, but this one out front is a head-scratcher.  Am I the only one who sees this pose and thinks “Man Being Shot While Fleeing From Police”?

Today is our last day in the “Queen” building (5 Concourse Parkway) as we move into a smaller (and cheaper) building next week.  For those of you in Atlanta, I’ll now be just north of Perimeter Mall instead of just west of it.  While it’s technically closer to home, mall traffic will probably make it a slightly longer drive.