Blackout last night

A big storm went through the Bay Area yesterday causing some blackouts. My house was affected, with the power off from 6:30pm(ish) until 12:30am. I was in the city playing vball in my Monday night league so didn't have to spend too much time with candles and flashlights. The most exciting part of the storm (for me) occurred after the vball match when some of my teammates met up at the Hyatt Knuckles bar/restaurant. Around 10pm, there was a huge gust outside the restaurant that ripped the 15' x 5' x 5' awning right off the facade. It...all ~500 pounds of it...just missed landing on some patrons who were enjoying a smoke outside. See how dangerous smoking is!!!!

Tab energy!

My co-worker, Jason, just popped open a can of Tab energy. Fizzy, pink and way sweet...so good that it comes in a 10.5 ounce can and not something larger. After a few sips, the sweetness died away, making it drinkable. The color (of the liquid and the packaging) destine it to be more popular with the ladies out there, but who knows...

The New Yorker is writing about it and there is even an entry for it on Wikipedia. Is a Tab energy revolution just around the corner? Is Red Bull scared? If you start to see it in photos of People, then I think the answer to both is, "YES".

Autistic basketball player

This HAS to be the best basketball story ever! I can't imagine what it would have been like to be a student at that school and witness it first hand.

The slow death of newspapers

While walking back from lunch this afternoon, I saw something odd...attractive models, dressed in black, handing out copies of the San Jose Mercury News for free on University Avenue. Is that what newspapers need to do to compete with Craigslist and other forms of online media that continues to claw away at their margins? If so, I feel very sad for them. One of the models even had one of those flashing MGD buttons...perhaps for her gig come happy hour pushing Miller Genuine Draft to the masses. Sadder still...no one was taking the paper from their hands...just a simple "no thanks" from each passerby.

Now I still get the Chronicle delivered every morning...cause it feels good to have the paper on the morning train to work (even though I glance at sfgate.com when I awake) or in front of me on Sunday morning, but mostly because I only pay $0.30 a week for having it deliverd to my door.

I don't see the younger generation reading them on the train. Books and magazines...but not newspapers. How long before they wither away and die?

Valentine's Day SPAM at work

I receive all the info@___.___ email to my employer. This morning I received the one below.

My two favorite lines:

1. Don t worry, it is not the last of pea-time...
2. Do not kill the clock!

-----Original Message-----
From: Erika Reese [mailto:keith@01342.com]
Sent: Monday, February 13, 2006 4:00 PM
To: Info
Subject: Fucking St.Valentine

What are you to do if you have bad erection? Especially in the forthcoming Saint Valentines Day???
Don t worry, it is not the last of pea-time...
The most simple way is to visit our site, order the medication and that is all you are to do!

Do not kill the clock!

http://ovideadeal.com/