Monday, December 31, 2007
Are You Fly?
Thanks to the Grist List, I've been randomly laughing about them for weeks.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
how we spent our christmas vacation
They were followed shortly by Sister-in-Law Galore, Brother-in-Law Galore, and Niece Galore from Michigan. We spent the first part of the week in Seattle, then headed down to Oregon for a few days.
Niece Galore will be one year old in two weeks. We hadn't seen her since August. She's delightful.
This is what she spent most of her time doing:
Along with quite a bit of this:
It was wonderful to all spend time together.
We also spent time with Mom Galore, Dad Galore, and Brother Galore -- but we do that all the time. It was still lovely though, and Mom and Dad Galore had a very festive (coat) tree.
A merry belated Christmas to our multitudes of blog readers!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
i may have a drinking problem
One of my coworkers recently departed from my organization. Minutes before he left for good, he sent an email to the entire staff summarizing his impressions of everyone in the office. Awkward -- but hilarious. What he said about me: "[Mrs. Galore] drinks 6 glasses of water from the same green glass. 3 before noon, 3 after noon. She is also a perfect speller, sits up perfectly straight, and could kick the *&^$ out of anybody!”
I mention this because it is awesome, but also because today, the dishwasher hadn’t been run so my favorite green glass was dirty and I was forced to drink out of a jar instead. At 11:45, when I was coming back to my desk with my second refill, I happened to notice that the jar had the number of ounces marked on the side. Thus did I realize that I had drunk 40 ounces of water before noon.
By the end of the day, I had downed six more glasses, for a grand total of 160 ounces. (There are 128 ounces in a gallon, for the curious.) And that doesn’t count what I drank at the gym – I joined a gym! – and with dinner.
I hear that the conventional wisdom that you should drink six 8-ounce glasses of water per day has been recently debunked, but nonetheless: Does anyone happen to know the symptoms of overhydration? Do they include persistent sleepiness, a penchant for naming inanimate objects, and a hopeless inability to ever bring homemade dishes to potlucks?
Also, I have no idea where my coworker got the idea that I can kick the so-called *&^$ out of anybody. Of course it’s true, but I thought I kept it pretty well hidden.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
reasons i love ballard, #2180
meet our neighbor
On Thursday night we arrived home from a white elephant gift exchange (in which Mr. Galore's attempts to rid our household of his Hercules soundtrack were foiled when it was traded back to Mrs. Galore at the end) to find this raccoon hanging out on the fence a few feet from our door.
Sorry about the picture quality. It was dark.
After five minutes or so, the raccoon returned to the yard of our gun-toting 96-year-old neighbor.
In other news, it should be clarified that Al was not named after Mr. Gore, but was so named for being an Alberta Spruce. That differentiates Al from Phil, our philodendron.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
mac daddy
Saturday, December 1, 2007
snow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
discovery park
Saturday, November 24, 2007
white and nerdy
Or did it happen this way?
good job, Warshington
Thursday, November 22, 2007
you know you're a menno-nerd when ...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Band of Horses
Some random highlights/comments from the show include:
- Ben Bridwell playing a tambourine with a grim reaper-like fake axe
- A couple of amazing cover songs
- Koby Teeth, the name used by Bridwell to refer to Toby Keith
- A random couple in front of us that had confused the show for their private make-out room. Baseball!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
oh dear
Mrs. Galore, in what is unfortunately not an unusual lapse in common sense, has ordered not the desired six total onions in this week's vegetable delivery box, but six two-pound bags of onions.
Twelve pounds of onions makes a very, very heavy vegetable box, and presents the obvious dilemma: What the hell does a two-person family do with so many freakin' onions??
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
SYNTHAR revisited
I suppose I should proceed by stating that I think writing about music is a tad ridiculous. It's the same for food. Sorry, music and food critics. These things are just personal preferences.
With that said, I'm a really big fan of the Synthar album (but you should buy it and give it a listen for yerselves). Nice beard, by the way Best :)
A few random thoughts:
- Beating Drum - love the thick texture, dissonance, and base line on this one, especially right after the first chorus
- New City - Love the last 2 minutes "It's a full time job to find work" -- again, the texture is great
- The Robots Among Us - Awesome. Best song on the album.
- Small Coastal Towns is my favorite lyrically (that includes the words and vocal melodies/harmonies)
- Similar comment about texture and dissonance (as with Beating Drum) on Hurricanes -- can you tell a fluffy melody is not my thing?
- Stabbed by an Unseen Blade is incredibly clever lyrically
- Eyes Shut is a simple and pleasant close to the album with some clever percussion going on in parts
All in all, it's a great album and very worthy of purchase, in my opinion. I hope to see Synthar live one day in Seattle, or even better, Ballard.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
SYNTHAR
I will be blogging about my impressions soon. In the meantime, if you want to have any sort of online dating appeal, you'll go friend them.
while in pennsylvania ...
Me: I work for an environmental website.
Other person: So global warming is the big thing, huh?
Me: Yep, global warming is a big deal these days.
Other person: But of course it isn't being caused by humans.
On the plus side, I saw sheep, chickens, a peacock, bears, an emu, llamas, goats, cows, and horses. It was a very successful trip, farm-animal-wise.
Monday, November 5, 2007
How do you like them apples ... galore
wining and dining
Time passes. Guests leave.
Mr. Galore, cleaning up, hits a wine glass off the counter with his elbow, and it shatters on the floor.