So now that it has dropped below 10 degrees I feel like I can finally blog about some winter things.
Jumping
I don't wear pajamas. My bedroom is above the unheated garage. My room is 40 degrees. Well, not really, but at 7:30 AM doesn't every room feel like it is 40 degrees. Well my room actually is... no that really happened. Every morning I snap awake in a panic. I wake up fifteen minutes before my alarm goes off (my body has trained itself to do this because my alarm clock is so loud it gives me a heart attack, so my body over compensates by giving me a heart attack before my alarm goes off) and I wake up in such a panic that my first thoughts are, "I'm panicking. I must have over slept." But even in the presence of that misinformation, I am reluctant to leave my bed. Not that I'm tired, but my nearly naked body will have to jump from my warm bed through the icy tundra of my room to the warmth of my shower, then jump from my shower across the freezing tile floor to get my towel, jumping back into the steam residue of the shower to dry off, jumping back through my room fast enough to grab some clothes so I can get dressed in the hall where my wet body won't drop into hypothermia, so I can jump into my cold car and come to work.
There are too many temperature changes for me in the morning. I don't even want to start my day, because of the giant degree swings that await me.
Jumping
I went snowboarding with my Dad on Tuesday. It took awhile to get used to my new board. It is faster and longer. But by the end of the day I was trying out jumps and grinding rails. To all those who don't know: longer board = harder to control. I fell on a six foot long, one foot wide metal bar.
Man I love this sport.
Jumping
Jumping, Jumping, Jumping
I wish I had a clapper.
Call me crazy, but I feel like the world is backwards. The town home I currently reside in has a whole lot of switches in it... not light switches, but switches nonetheless. When I first moved in I noticed there was a switch on the wall of my bedroom just to the right when you enter the door. Exactly where a light switch should be in a bedroom. But you could flip this switch all day long and nothing would happen, because it isn't connected to a light, it is connected to an outlet. In fact, there are many switches in my house that are not connected to lights, they are connected to outlets. This is more annoying than having a scratch on the roof of your mouth.
I know the theory behind it. No permanent light fixtures means more versatility, but for goodness sake the outlet switch is so annoying. The switch always seems to go to an outlet that is in the middle of a wall, somewhere you would not put a light, a lamp, or anything that you could turn on with a switch. Instead, it ends up being where you need to plug in a clock, which of course you are not going to, because every time you enter the room you flip the switch out of habit resetting your clock.
In my bedroom, I have three lamps THREE IN ONE BEDROOM. It is still the most poorly lit room in the whole house. If I had just one light fixture in the middle of the ceiling I could light the whole room. And all my lamps just so happen to be in the best places to put lamps in that room, but as fate would have it, none of those outlets are controlled by the switch on the wall. So the switch on the wall becomes nothing more than a memorial to a more functional age, when houses actually were lit and a simpler time when I didn't have to walk across a dark room to manually turn on a lamp, when there is actually wiring in the wall for a light switch.
I'm saying, if you want to go the route of the outlet switch, there should be a control panel that has small buttons that correspond with each outlet in the room. Now that would be something. Then every outlet is a possibility for light, or have one switch that you could just unscrew the top panel and have a dial that allows you to choose which outlet you want to control. It just seems to me futile to use a switch for outlets instead of fixtures in the name of versatility, when in reality it not only limits you to ground lamp lighting, but only in certain places in the room, and limits the controllable outlets to not being fully functional. And there are subdivisions full of these fixtureless houses.
If I bought a house, or built my own house it would be really important to me that the light switches made sense not only in placement, but I can't stand when there is a double switch and one is up and the other down... and there is no way to make them the same. I feel like that is just poor construction.
One of These Things Is Not Like The Other (Some random Thoughts)
I was pondering this...
Recently there have been some high profile deaths. Gerald Ford, , Peter Boyle, Saddam Hussein, and James Brown. (Although I would like to take this time to voice my conspiracy theory that Saddam is still alive.) However, I am certain that James Brown is dead. In light of Martin Luther King Jr. Day and the approaching Black History month... I am curious... as James brown is or was an icon of soul music and the black community, how do you go about respectfully observing a remembrance of a soul singer, especially one as... uh... charismatic as James Brown? Will someday the banks close to remember the passing of Justin Timberlake in rememberance of the man who single handedly brought sexy back?
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Did you know...
... that it is National Fig Newton Day. Have one in celebration.