Short story: I have a new blog. It’s called Dweebist.com. Short posts…usually graphics or images. It’s an intersection of design, technology and geek.
Long story: So I subscribe to a ton of blogs in my google reader. Every day i’m reading/seeing/learning about new stuff. I mainly read about technology, start ups, education, sports, design and business. I see a lot of different things though. Sometimes I tweet about it.
I’m not a very good traditional blogger because it usually takes too long. I don’t feel like I have a lot time. That’s why I update this blog so infrequently. And that’s why I tweet often. Tweeting is easy and short. Takes very little of my time.
So basically I decided to start a new blog that consisted of all the short and small stuff that I see everyday. Not a lot of words (cuz that’s what takes long). Usually just images, videos, etc. I didn’t wanna use this blog because this is for more personal, family updates….also for longer posts w/ lots of words. Dweebist is for simple, less-word posts. I tried some of those on this blog and I didn’t find it very effective or organized. Things got crazy.
And when I would do stuff on my wife’s blog, Elegance Redefined, she would always get bugged w/ my content. Her stuff is more girly…and my stuff isn’t. So that didn’t work out. The only option I had was to just do a separate blog. So I did.
PETA is proly gonna come after me for this one. I’m sorry. But I just had to do it. Sometimes, when Pixi is bad, I discipline her. I usually try to keep it non-violent. This is the best solution i’ve found so far. She hates it. She gets frustrated. But at least it doesn’t hurt (unless she accidentally bangs her head against the wall, which never happens). This is how I discipline her. I put a sock over her head. I’ve called it “dog waterboarding.” This is discipline. Someday Pixi will thank me.
An epic night. Been 20 years since these two shared the same stage. They decided to do it one night. One night only. Happened in Orem, Utah. Mckay Events Center at UVU. Packed house. Below is a video of some of the highlights. It was all shot from my iPhone so I apologize if the quality isn’t the best (I used Cycorder). Sound is loud cuz we were right in front of their speakers.
Your video guide:
0:24 – Hammer and Ice chilling at the front of the stage together.
1:03 – Hammer does some sick moves right in front of us.
1:36 – Vanilla Ice sees my hot wife &gives a handshake, or whatever that was.
2:00 – A chubby girl goes and gets freak nasty with Vanilla Ice. Kinda funny.
2:27 – You see Rachel and I for a sec. I turn the phone around.
2:44 – I have a bunch of Hammer’s moves, edited to just capture the good stuff
3:40 – Too Legit to Quit. One of Hammer’s classics
4:10 – Old School “Too Legit” choreo.
4:48 – One of Hammer’s background dancers looks like Sanjaya from American Idol a few seasons ago. Gotta pause it exactly on 4:48 to see it.
5:05 – Vanilla Ice doing his “Ice Ice Baby.” It was dark, so quality isn’t very good here. But you get the idea. I edited this…taking out all the really poor quality segments.
It was a friend of ours who hooked us up with the tickets. Thanks Matt Anderson. We appreciate it. Anyway, the concert was alotta fun. I knew Vanilla was gonna be entertaining cuz I had seen him perform at a house party while I was Princeton (I was front and center there too, believe it or not, giving him high fives left and right). And Hammer was awesome too. He brought a crew of dancers (including his son, very talented) and brought some moves of his own as well. We ended up at the very front of the stage after a lot of pushing, shoving, elbowing, wiggling our way up to the front of the crowd. It took a lot of angry people, looks, and murmers by the people around us…but we finally got there. It was well worth it.
Vanilla Ice was talked about how family/friends were the most important thing in the world; He also gave a huge shout out to soldiers who had recently returned from Iraq. Hammer told us that prayer was the solution to the world’s problems…and he did a nice song to it. Hammer also gave a Twitter shout out. I didn’t like it. I like how Twitter is not mainstream yet. I feel special on it. The underground party ya know.
I’m still trying to figure out how to grow a mustache without Rachel noticing. Every once in awhile i’ll sharpie a stache on my face while i’m alone at home. I’m serious. I think I look good.
My wife was feeling exhausted tonight so I made dinner. I didn’t make anything too tough. Just the usual man meal. Put together some eggs, toasted some toast, threw some greasy bacon on the stove, etc. The basics.
It’s funny cuz whenever I start working my magic in the kitchen I get on this I-wanna-be-a-chef kick. Not only cuz it’s fun, but rather…cuz i’m good. Yes, I’m a gifted chef. I slice, I dice, I chop, I drop, I cook, I look, I broil, I boil, I spill and I grill. I specialize in pan — anything of and/or related to pan work. I’m serious when I say this, I’m good.
