Friday, August 15, 2008

Olympic Pirate Pentathalon

I've been watching the Olympics as I've been folding the 360 wedding invite wrappers this week. Here's an event I'd like to see.

I propose a new Olympic Event for 2012.

The Pirate Pentathalon

consisting of:
- swimming
- sailing
- pistol
- saber
- looting

Ok, so there's no Olympic looting event, I made that up, but the rest are real. I think I'm onto something. There should be some kinda of ad hoc N-tathalon for various obsolete occupations, who's modern adherents can compete in.

Maybe there should be a special meta-medal for medaling in the widest variety of sports.

I'm just saying is all....

Monday, April 28, 2008

DNS registration, Wedding planning and the proto-senior moment.

I'd like to think I'm too young to have senior moments.

But I still have these occasions when I walk into a room and think "Why am I here? What was I looking for?"

In the case of wedding planning, I appear to be having a 9 month long, full blown case of early onset dementia as I can no longer remember to do simple tasks like "register" or "pick a church" or "call your parents".

But I did manage to mail off the wedding color palette and (finally) register a bank of domain names. Which is good.

Now if I could only remember where I put my ToDo list...

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

News Flash!

I'm no longer running for President; I've set my eyes on a higher office.

That's right....

Matthew Springer Holy Roman Emperor in '08!

That's me in front of the Palace of Electors in Heidelberg, Germany....

Monday, November 26, 2007

How to paint your kitchen ceiling

Like so:
kitchen painting

Also, I'm engaged. w00t.

Monday, September 17, 2007

One more coat of plaster...

One more coat of plaster on the kitchen ceiling and one more sanding and we paint. w00t...

I started ripping apart my kitchen ceiling two years ago when I replaced the roof. The roofers put in the skylight, but I was on the hook for the well. Then I decided to get rid of my horrible flouresent lights in the big box in the center of the kitchen ceiling.

One yar of building the actual drywall well to the skylight, which involved moving a bunch of wiring. Then a bunch more work to frame in with drywall. Then rip out the flourescents and wire up the new track lights.

Then spackle.

Some things you learn while spackling a ceiling:
  • Get just enough drywall compound on the tape knife.
  • Don't get crumbs in the mud.
  • Take as long a stroke as possible when you are spreading compound.
  • Heineken seems to produce less good results then Sierra Nevada.
  • Don't drop your putty knife on your feet when wearing sandals (it's ok, I missed).

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Painting the kitchen

You will all be relieved to know that after 2 years of home ownership, the kitchen is finally all one color.

The winning color: Sunspot.

Also ran: Circus Peanut, Tangelo, White, Egg Yolk, Terra Cotta

Try not to be alarmed....

Monday, April 30, 2007

From a Mollie Ziegler post over at the excellent poly-blog

This reminds me of the time I attended my church body’s National Youth Gathering in Denver. It was the type of gathering where they think that just because you’re young, you’ll want your normal worship replaced with overly emotive praise bands and pietistic, guilt-inducing messages. Anyway, we’re all in Denver’s McNichols Arena and they start showing us images of various sports teams. Cheers erupt from various parts of the arena as, say, the St. Louis Cardinals or Los Angeles Lakers are shown on the jumbotron. And then all of a sudden they had “Jesus” ride into the arena on a donkey. The message was clear. We weren’t cheering as loudly for Jesus — and we should have been. I remember thinking it was stupid and wrong. I’m reverential with my worship and I cheer loudly for the Denver Broncos.

Amen, sister! Except I don't cheer for pretty much any sports team, either. Millionaires in spandex. meh.

Worship for introverts is hard. Something that I think most churches don't get. Throughout my life well meaning brothers and sisters have tried to get me to be "ya know, more excited".

Ugh. Urbana was quite possibly the most un-fun weekend of my life. The Big Tri Annual Pep Rally for God.