Love your dog? Want a good cry?

My office mate, who has three dogs, sent me a link to this movie. I start­ed to watch it, real­ized what it was about, and hasti­ly stopped play­back. After I screwed up the courage, I watched it with the sound off. I don’t think I would have made it through with the sound on. So here I am, rec­om­mend­ing this movie even though I haven’t actu­al­ly seen it. I may watch it lat­er. Maybe.

Last min­utes with ODEN

Fun­ny thing is, it makes me want to ride my bike (which is some­thing I don’t do… not a “bike guy”)… and get tat­toos (which I should point out, is also some­thing I don’t do). And hug my dog. Mason’s been with us for the bet­ter part of twelve years, and I’ve been prepar­ing myself for the day he dies for sev­er­al of those years now. Just think­ing about it makes me well up. I’m going to be a wreck that day.

MMOD technology fascinates me

Yes, I’m watch­ing some bas­ket­ball these days. Actu­al­ly, right this minute. I have a very lit­tle expe­ri­ence with stream­ing video (hey‑o, Creighton!) but despite that I remain inter­est­ed in stream­ing tech. At least enough to find this arti­cle on the tech­nol­o­gy behind CBS’ March Mad­ness On Demand offer­ings pret­ty inter­est­ing. Maybe even fas­ci­nat­ing. But I might also be a geek.

Introducing the Pringle

Over break­fast this morn­ing, while look­ing through the news­pa­per ads, my sev­en-year-old son asked me what a Pringle was. I explained, and we dis­cussed why they come in a can­tube, instead of in a bag like nor­mal chips, but there’s noth­ing like expe­ri­enc­ing some­thing for your­self.

So today, while I was at work, I bought one of those lit­tle cans of Pringles.

Their first Pringles
Their first Pringles

We shall see what he (and his lit­tle broth­er) think of this.