Aaron Adams’s Lame-ass Blog

Thanks to my friend Todd for finding this.

Mr. Aaron Adams
departed this life
July 27th, 1804.
Ætat 27
Uncertain life, how swift it flies
To day man lives tomorrow dies.
This hour in health & strength & bloom
& the very next he fills the tomb
Ask you for proof, Behold it here
And give your friend a ?? of ??.

Yours truly will be co-hosting Your Mac Life once again this Wednesday, October 17, 8:30 PM EST. Tune in for hilarity, jocularity, the meaning of life, and a deep, meaningful, introspective discussion of the Apple-realted news of the day that can usually only be understood by those persons consuming mind-altering drugs. We dumb it all down a shade and think about the important points so you don’t have to. Fill yourself full of fulfillment, the kind that can only come from two adult men discussing a secretive computer company that is, at its most charitable, indifferent to their existence. O what fun it will be.

Pick your favorite Shawn King.

I just have to tell you about last night. It started out with a fantastic dinner at Flemming’s over at The Greene, courtesy of my new employer, Todd, to celebrate my one month anniversary contracting for his company. That makes two company-purchased dinners in one month, which is twice as many as I got in 6+ years at my former employer. Good times.

For those who are unaware, The Greene is one of those outdoor malls set up like a small town where you are exposed to the elements as you walk past each trendy store that has absolutely nothing you want to buy. And because people seem to have this habit of making names that aren’t possessive, possessive (I swear, I heard someone say “Wal-Mart’s” the other day), we now mockingly call it “The Greene’s”. Thanks idiots.

Anyway, the food at Flemming’s (actually a posessive name) was excellent and very pricey. I ordered the porterhouse steak and a baked potato, and the steak alone was $33. Worth every penny.

Flemming’s is unquestionably an adult restaurant with dim lighting and employees and guests who wear suits and a low hum of conversation as opposed to a roar, so you can imagine how unhappy I was when I was interrupted in the middle of my $33 steak because the baby at the table next to us started screaming. What the hell! I truly cannot have a peaceful meal anywhere without you idiots and your screaming damn kids ruining it. Really, get over your idiotic persecution of smokers and start concentrating on being considerate of others around you and keep the little bastards at home. Flemming’s is no place for a baby, and as the adult parent, you should realize that and hire a sitter or choose Chuck E. Cheese’s instead. As the anti-smoking Nazis like to point out, your actions affect others, and it works both ways. I would never light a cigar in such a place, even if it were legal, and in return I don’t want to have to hear your kid.

After dinner we went downtown to some event where Arcade Square’s was being opened for public viewing, possibly for the last time. It has been closed up for more than a decade now, and because of some situation with tax liens and other financial problems, it could be knocked over. That’s really too bad because it’s a very neat historical building, but the city around it has been so mismanaged and neglected that there’s probably no way for it to become financially successful in the foreseeable future.

I took a bunch of pictures for those of you who haven’t seen the inside of the building before. For whatever reason, the Christmas decorations from a holiday event in 1990-something are still hanging.

After seeing the Arcade’s, we returned to my car and saw this car parked in front of it.

Wow.

And then we went over to Mike’s place and enjoyed the pumpkin cheesecake we had prepared the night before. It was delicious.

That was my Friday. And this has been, like, the best Twitter’s entry ever, because Twitter’s is like, so cool, and it’s so important that everyone know what I’m doing every moment of the day. Thanks, Twitter’s, for turning the narcissism of the blogging age up one more notch to the point where I feel justified writing pointless blog entries like this one.

I am ***not*** in this picture.

Check out Mike’s Great Pumpkin Experiment, and keep in mind that this is what my life has been reduced to: making pumpkin cookies on a Friday night.

Oh, and feel free to leave a picture caption in the comments.

A commenter (and friend from long ago) in another thread reminded me that I hadn’t posted pictures of the finished patio yet. So here they are.

This is just after completion when we begun placing the tchotchkes.

Same for the side.

The finished product. A little sparse, but we’re working on it. I use the fire pit to burns sticks and mail I don’t want to put in the trash.

The table where I enjoy grilled meat a few times a week. That’s little grumpy in the foreground. The shade really helps. That shed will eventually be replaced.

The walkway to the garage door along the side of the house. That old fence is something we hope to replace next year.

The reclining throne from which I rule my domain.