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It all started when I fell madly in love with your Google Apps for Domains. My mail has never been so organized and spam-free! When I discovered the ability to check my mail on my mobile I was ecstatic.

Next, I started using Reader to manage all my RSS subscriptions. You have made sense and organization out of a closet full of wires and dirty clothes! I love you Google Reader, I really do.

But today you have truly topped yourself. I can now view my GCal through my mobile. Thank you Google, thank you so much. No longer must I be tied to stupid Outlook to manage schedule.

I can carry my online life where ever I go. You have centralized all my data. You have made sense out of the nonsensical.

Coincidently we just picked up the same camera as Jamie. I was quite amused to discover the movie time lapse feature he demoed. I had to try it out myself.

So, here’s Riley and me playing. All 46 seconds of it:
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Our Riley media setup is slowly being rebuilt. Courtney’s old Canon SD400 mysteriously stopped working after a long night out on St. Patrick’s Day. I’m still trying to remember if I dropped it or not. Lets just say that I *may* have. I’m not going to admit fault though. Shortly after that I lost yet-another-hard drive in my main computer, costing us the ability to archive our photos. After filling up the SLR we finally bit the bullet and replaced her camera. I also have a new hard drive on the way which should get us back up and running.

Update: My dad cued me in to the fact it might be hard to figure out why Riles is moving in double-time. The video is a timespan of about 40-60 minutes compressed into 46 seconds.

Well, it was that time of the decade again, time for my 5 year dental checkup. When I was a child my parents were very strict about our dentist visits. Every 6 months we would get poked, prodded, and chastised for not flossing. To this day, though, I have had very little dental problems.
The fact of the matter is, I should have gotten braces when I was a kid. I should have had my bottom teeth realigned somehow. My parents asked the dentist when I was 14 about it but he said that I should wait until I was 18 to see how puberty shook out. Well, puberty didn’t solve anything.

Fast forward to 2001. I managed to crack my own tooth with my upper jaw. Because my teeth are off kilter the top teeth crunch down on the wrong spot on my bottom teeth. In 2001 I went to the dentist for the first time in 5 years to correct the problem.

Fast forward to September 2006. Because my jaw is still misaligned I managed to chip/crack the same tooth that had the problem in 2001. My jaw began to ache and became sensitive to cold weather.

Fast forward to today, after yet-another-5-year-sabbatical I went back to the dentist today. The hygienist was a little put off by the fact that I hadn’t been to see any dentist in 5 years but after a few minutes she said to her own surprise, “Wow, everything looks good. It’s like you were here 6 months ago.” I chalk that up to my toothbrush.
The dentist was a very large Russian man. He was quite intimidating but also quite nice. He was able to confirm that I had cracked my own tooth yet again. He told me that my filling will need to be replaced and that he felt it was a very “basic” filling (a.k.a. I had a shotty job done last time). I was a little perturbed by his statement because I had gone to a large corporate dentist office last time. I assumed because it was part of my actual insurer’s medical clinics that they would do the best job. According to this dentist, that was not the case. And the lousy job probably contributed to the repeat problem.

So, back I go next week to finish up the job. I hope this time they will heed my warning about Novocaine (I need lots of it).

I’ll be honest, I gained a few pounds during Court’s pregnancy. I’d like to think it was a little sympathy weight. I mean, it’s hard to control yourself when your wife is craving chocolate. But, to be honest, I think she might have gained a little sympathy weight from me.

At one point in the summer, for about a week, Cold Stone was a staple of our evening dining. The corner gas station even implemented a $4-minimum to use a credit card because we’d go in there for snacks regularly. All the while I used the excuse, “Well, it’s because Courtney’s pregnant.”

The truth? Well, I sort of used her whole comfort food situation to get what I wanted. Yeah, I’m a chocoholic. When I get around chocolate I have to eat it until it’s gone. I would say to Courtney “Hey, I’m going to the store. Do you need anything?” I knew full well that she agree with me that chocolate was a necessity.

So I’m a few pounds heavier than I’d like to be. I still hit the gym regularly so if I can keep the food in check the pounds should come off easy.

I am groggy…tired. We have a coupon for a free drink at Caribou hanging on the fridge and I am too tired to go. I stumble into the kitchen and bang around some of cabinet doors. Through the haze I notice with my right eye that we have a coffee maker. A signal travels from my brain to my hand, slowly. It informs my right arm that it must dig for beans, dig for coffee beans like my life depends on it. Slowly yet methodically I begin the hunt for anything resembling coffee beans in the cabinet.

Bingo. I find a 1/4 bag of beans ready for grinding. I fill up the grinder and with as much subtlety as a Mack truck I grind the beans. I pause and listen for any reprecautions of my actions. No dog movement…No Courtney movement….I’m in the clear. Now, all I need to do is throw the ground beans into the maker and wait for ilfe to begin.

I am immediately struck by the curse of Jason of the Past. The Jason of the Now needs coffee but the Jason of the Past didn’t think about this last time he made coffee. Now, I am faced with a full filter of grounds from weeks ago. They have been sitting in the maker ever since my last episode with coffee growing mould. The only problem with our fancy coffee maker is that the filter is fancy too. Reusable filters require cleaning, cleaning that Jason of the Past didn’t want to do and cleaning that Jason of the Now doesn’t want to do either.

I make haste with emptying the filter and giving it a good once over in the sink. I’m not quite sure if it’s clean. I haven’t opened my eyes to look. I finish and begin brewing. I go about my merry way.

Hours pass, it seems like yesterday that I made the coffee. I have enjoyed cup after cup of the good morning brew. As I polish off the bottom of the pot I think to myself, “There was something I should be doing. What is it?” I realize the paradox that I am about to become. Jason of the Now is about to become Jason of the Past. Jason of the Future, who will be Jason of the Now, will curse Jason of the Past for not cleaning out the filter if Jason of the Now, now, doesn’t do it. I struggle to comprehend it all.

I pause. I contemplate. I grab the filter and clean it out cursing Jason of the Now, of the future, for making me do such a thing.

At work we have pressurized coffee pots, the kind that you push down on a handle and coffee is dispensed through a spout. Since they are not traditional coffee pots there isn’t a way to see into them to know exactly how much coffee is left in them. The pots also are heavier than traditional pots so even picking them up doesn’t tell you too much. Every time you push on the handle you are risking being the one having to make more coffee.

Because of this I find a lot of almost empty pots. The person right before me pushed the handle 3 times without running the pot dry. I played the game but only got two pushes in before the pot ran out.

I have seen many folks avoid an almost empty pot just so they won’t have to make the next batch. They divert their choice from coffee to a pop or water. It tends to be quite comical.

But, as most coffee drinkers know, the most annoying part is being the only one willing to brew more coffee. We have five pots at work, 3 regular and 2 decaf. I have seen days where I have drained all three pots trying to get just one single cup of coffee. grrr..

A video link popped up on Digg under the heading “Remember this old Nickelodeon bumper?” After clicking into the video it’s revealed Nick commerical is from 1990. I hardly consider 1990 “old Nickelodeon”. I went hunting for some true old Nick nostalgia. Here’s what I found:

www.ycdtotv.com A web site dedicated to You Can’t Do That on Television

The opening credits to Pinwheel

The opening credits to Today’s Special – Court actually remembered this one.

Ah….The memories….

Sometimes I just get stuck in my own head. I get so wound up about something that I just can’t get the thought out. Typically the gym works wonders for getting out the kinks in my brain. I don’t have the luxury of going there until noon so I’ve tried to drown out all the confusion by music.

I never really could figure out why I turn to loud music when confused. It hit me this morning while I searched for the appropriate song. I just want to stop thinking. I just want thoughts to get out of my head. I don’t want to think anymore.

On a completely unrelated topic, it appears “Effin” did not go over well with…everybody. So that’s off the block for middle names. The middle name for M2 is pretty easy to pick. On both sides of the family Alan (or Allen) is the common middle name for the men. So Allen (or Alan) will be M2’s middle name. I’ve tried the shout test in hopes one first name sticks out better than the other. “COLE ALAN MOTYLINSKI! GET BACK HERE” or “TAYE ALLEN! DON’T TOUCH THAT!” All seem to work out fine. We might just end up flipping a coin.

I turn 28 today. A birthday greeting from my mom:

Updated

And the card from my dad:

Also, props to Drew and Michelle for the Hallmark flash card. I can’t post it since it’s on a 3rd party site but thanks for the well wishes.

Update 2

Not to be outdone, my cousin Katie sent along the following:

Details of my latest handywork, from the other side.