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Ballmer egged in Hungary by ZDNet's Larry Dignan -- Microsoft CEO Steve Ballmer was egged at a Hungarian University and had to take cover under a desk. The find, via CNET’s Matt Asay, is crazy. Ballmer took it in stride, but makes you wonder. What if this guy had something much worse than eggs on him? In any case, it’s worth a view.
Okay, JetBlue -- you have my attention. I'll take my next flight on your airline. Don't screw it up.
Mac users: go to the translator dashboard widget, select German to English, and type 'uber'. This is what you get. Thanks to Brad at pantsland.com!
And last, but certainly not least, the man who made a cameo appearance in thirty-seven of his own films, mostly in inconspicuous walk-on parts, The Master of Suspense, Alfred Hitchcock. Here’s a compilation of most of his cameos:
Saw him at the local Five Guys around lunch time. Is that legendary television producer Stephen J. Cannell? If you compare it to his Wikipedia picture, it certainly appears so...
Wow, I remember wanting to buy this oh-so-very badly when I was a wee laddie... Alfonso Ribero was the *DUDE* back in the day...
"My name is Kyle, and I would like to tell you about my grandmother. Now she was never called Grandmother, Nana, or Oma. It was Grandma. Now, the story was that when my sister, Erika was born, my two grandmothers had gotten together to decide on what they should be called. Somehow they determined that my mother’s mom should be called “Granny”, because she looked more like a Granny, and my father’s mom should then be called “Grandma”, because she looked more like a Grandma. My mother’s father was called “Grandpa” – my father’s father had passed away before we were born.
When we got “the call” from my brother-in-law, Jerry at Daleview that Grandma’s time was near, I rushed here from Connecticut, where I live. Sitting vigil that night, my family and I started trading stories about Grandma to pass the time. Afterwards, my dad said, “you know, you should share some of them at her memorial service,” – and I thought about it. I mean, there’s no overreaching arc to tie the whole story together. My dad said it didn’t matter. So, here are some of the stories I told that long night in February:
• Cards
- The simple pack of playing cards were very important to my family. I was never told why, but I’m sure it had something to do with my grandparents and the great depression, or that it was a compact game you could carry in your pocket or whatever. I do know, that if Grandma sat down with someone else, she ask, “well, where’s the cards?”
- Whenever there would be a family get-together like Thanksgiving, Christmas, or a weekend, there would be my Granny, my Grandma, and my Grandpa. Looking back then, it was really a poor environment for us kids. We had smoking, drinking and gambling going on – usually it was all three at the same time! Even though it was penny-ante poker, it was played with all the ferocity of the high-stakes table at Atlantic City. To get under Grandma’s skin, Granny would call Grandma “Betsy” a bastardization of her Americanized name ‘Elizabeth’ – which bugged my Grandma to no end. To get back at her, Grandma would call Granny ‘Irma’ – her real name, but she preferred ‘Impi’. It was never malicious, and after the game was over, there would be no hard feelings.
- Now, again, these were penny-ante poker games… we’re talking 2 or 3 cents a hand. If they were holding a good hand, they’d maybe raise it to 4 cents… and a hush would fall over the table. What ended up happening is that we’d have huge containers of pennies throughout the house as a kid, as if the bank would take $400 in pennies…
- She taught us to play card games like solitaire, go-fish, gin-rummy, and gin. At the family marathon poker games, I’d sit down and watch and try to absorb this rich tradition of poker being played. Being the card sharks they were, though – none of my grandparents would share those tricks with me. Apparently that was too sacred for family.
• Life
- My parents’ anniversary is on July 5th. For some unknown reason around that date, they’d go off on a vacation without my sister and I to a place called the Stouffer’s Inn in Westchester county. My parents would drop us off at Grandma’s house to watch us.
- Since Grandma was working at the phone company back then, she would wake us up early in the morning, make us breakfast, then drop us off at Granny’s house for the day before heading off to work. When you’re used to fruit loops or frosted flakes every morning, having fresh scrambled eggs cooked in real butter (no margarine!), toast and bacon – was a fantastic way to start the day.
- After work, she’d pick us up from Granny’s house. Now, keep in mind that this was around July 4th, so there’s plenty of leftover illegal fireworks around. Behind her house was a small park, where the local teenagers hung out at. There would be the screeching of bottle rockets, and the steady thunder of firecrackers scaring the beejeezus out of us kids. To help us get to sleep, she invite my sister and I into her bed. We played this game together: she would start a spooky ghost story, and just at the cliffhanger, she’d pass the story onto my sister, who would continue onto the next cliffhanger, and she’d pass it onto me. When I was done with my segment, I’d pass it onto Grandma. Eventually, my sister and I fell asleep. Somehow we ended up kicking Grandma out of her own bed – and she would sleep in the guest room.
• “The Penguin”
- Later on in life, I was in my late teens or early twenties. My dad would take the family out to dinner. As was the case, everyone would pair up: my mom and dad, Erika and Jerry. Since I was driving now, I’d ultimately get paired with Grandma.
- I didn’t like it much at first, wanting to have a mate of my own. Eventually, after a few dinners out, I came to enjoy being paired up with her. I would practice my suave moves on Grandma, helping her with her coat or chair. Remembering that she liked “2 fingers” of Coke in her glass. She ate it up, her comment was, “Kyle, you’re a gentleman and a scholar”. I never found out what that meant. It was a ‘grandma-ism’ whose meaning was lost to time, like “Macdollahs” or “for Pete’s sake”.
- It was a rainy night leaving the Red Lobster in Farmingdale. I was trying to be chivalrous and hold out my umbrella so we could walk back to the car under it. Problem was, Grandma was about 2 feet shorter than I was. As a result, she’d have to take 4 steps for every one of mine to remain in sync and stay under the umbrella. I remarked that her shuffling along reminded me of a penguin, and she howled with laughter in the parking lot. So, I nicknamed her “The Penguin” and she would sign her letters or cards to me with the letter “P” only.
• Whale watching
- 2 weeks in the summer, my parents vacation in Cape Cod. Grandma would be invited, and she’d be miserable the whole time there, because she wasn’t able to nap and her schedule being thrown off. My dad would insist, “relax, ma – it’s a vacation,” but she couldn’t. it wasn’t her house.
- My dad took us on a whale-watching trip departing from Provincetown. He stayed on shore, and sent the rest of us onboard. Now, to see the whales, you have to travel great distances at high speed to get out into the ocean area. My sister became violently seasick and wanted to stay below deck. My mom said to me, “where’s Grandma?” and sent me to go searching for her. Now this old lady, whom you’d figure would be hanging on to some table below deck, or clutching the rail as the boat flew high into the air on these giant ocean waves… was at the bow of the boat with the biggest smile on her face. So, I stood with her, feeling every wave splash us in the face and getting that funny feeling in your tummy as the bow rose and fell in the swells of the ocean. It was awesome.
So, those are some of the fond, fond memories I have of my Grandma. I hope you get a better understanding of how I saw her and how she touched my life.
Grandma, I speak for all of the CT DeMilo’s in saying we all miss you very much.
It's no Guinness Stout, but nothing wrong with a San Pellegrino Limonata soda for St. Patrick's Day. Crisp, refreshing, and it went well with the manicotti and meatballs I served. Yeah, really Irish of me, huh?
I'm totally stoked that my super-deluxe-royale-with-cheese version of Office arrived today! What does this Expression Media app do, you say? It's like iPhoto.
Oh.
meh. Never mind.
Not very often do I win anything. This was in reference to Moo's Easter Egg Contest. To paraphrase MTV's old tagline, "People really win on Moo.com!"
I'm always telling my son that the "things" you have to do in life can be divided into two categories: stuff you want to do, and stuff you have to do.
I tell him, "You might want to play video games, but you have to do you homework. It's better to get the stuff you have to do out of the way first, so you have more time for the stuff you want to do."
Where am I going with this? Well, after my Grandma died, my dad and his brother decided to have a memorial service instead of the usual funeral (she wasn't a religious person). He asked if I would want to say anything at the service. My dad said there were times when he had been asked to say something at a similar service for others and said nothing, then regretting not having done it.
So all week, I've been working on my assignment. My Grandma lived a long and fruitful life, and I want my speech to reflect that. Funny, though -- I find myself avoiding doing it mainly because that would cause me to think about her. Do I miss her? You bet. I hope what I say up at the podium honors her memory for our families' sake.
My mom said it best, "You've got to focus on the living" -- and she's right, you know. To dwell on my grandmother's death would be counter-productive. Besides, the kids know what's up, and we grown-ups have to be there to support them. They don't have the full palette of expression that grown folk do.
So, I will miss Grandma, I will mourn Grandma, but I will keep on living.
We wanted to go somewhere for breakfast yesterday. Something low-key, and a local place (versus a big chain like IHOP or Denny's). Found the Liberty Diner and fell in love. Being 11:30, I couldn't decide on getting breakfast or lunch. I settled on a turkey club sandwich with a side of pancakes. Fantastic, and easy on the wallet. We'll definitely be back.
This arrived for us in the mail today. Apparently "The Recording Industry" (aka the RIAA) wants to teach us IT people to stop illegal trading of music. I have to check this video out!
"What's the deal with that McKid kid anyway?"That's an awesome question, mom. Let's explore the history of this, shall we?




Saw this up the street from our house. Someone took the time to make a
hitchhiking snowman, thumbing a ride at the nearby bus stop.
Fantastic!
This was an option at the local Chinese buffet place. A little chewy, and very spicy. I ate it on a dare.
It's not calamari fra diavolo, I assure you

Random Batman made entirely out of Legos (except for the cape, which was cloth) standing guard at the entrance to my local Walmart
I accidentally logged into my own Mac using LogMeIn, and as got some really trippy results...
This is a self-portrait I made of myself back in 2004, when my wife was in a really, really bad place. Even though the holidays are usually rough, due to family tensions, traveling, kids, etc. -- I think back to when life was *really* bad for everyone.
The moral? Even when you think life is bad, it's never quite *that* bad.
Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays!
Macs join the Army - Hooah! by ZDNet's Adrian Kingsley-Hughes -- The Army turns to Apple to help bolster cyber security.
So, we're at the deli getting lunch, and I noticed this...umm... ham.
Then I notice the logo. Not content to just steal the Olympic name, they cop the logo, too. Except, their crack design staff edits it slightly. Awesome!
Back from a visit to my Grandma in the nursing home. She's mostly incoherent, but when my wife looked at her and said "I miss you" she said "I miss you too" back (out of the blue). My wife started crying, I started crying and my grandma didn't want anyone to cry. Heh.

Now, hear this song from Zero 7 from their album, Simple Things
I saw this over the summer at my local Walgreen's drug store. Unlike your usual Reese’s, this is not just chocolate and peanut butter. Nope, we’re talking chocolate, peanut butter, and banana crème.
I may just be dating myself, but I vaguely remember the King asking for it in a sandwich, fried in bacon fat. No chocolate involved, whatsoever.
Aesthetics aside, it was OK. If you handed this to me while I was blindfolded (what is this, “9½ Weeks”?) I wouldn’t be able to guess that this was a ‘special’ Reese’s. Yes, the banana crème is that underwhelming. In that regard, I suppose I’m like my dad: the flavors need to hit me over the head.
My McKid rating: 
More terrific butchering of the English language from Google: "Would you like us to quickly upgrade the Google Notifier to version Google Notifier for you?
I shot this while gassing up my car one morning on the way to work.
It's no Oscar Meyer weinermobile, but the 'box-of-donuts-and-an-iced-coffee' delivery truck is mighty sweet.
Look at this nightmare of a picture: The tuba (actually a Sousaphone, but does that make me look any less of a total dweeb?), the mullet, the total lack of interest in the girl behind me. No wonder I ended up in a career with computers!

So, I was in the mood for a bag of potato chips on the way home from work (my commute is quite a long drive, I’m told ☺), and so I stop at the local 7-Eleven for something… I’m not sure what, yet, but I want potato chips.
Passing by the usual flavors, I decide I'm in the mood for something different. So I grab what appears to be the solitary bag of Lay’s “Crab Spice Seasoning” Potato Chips. I’m not sure if the fact that there was just one bag meant that there was some sort of run on this flavor, or if there was little faith from the delivery person.
I grab a bottle of Gatorade’s Propel grape to wash it down with and cannot wait to scurry to my car and try this stuff. I mean, come on… it’s got a frickin’ crab on the bag!
I open the bag and am treated to the site of a slightly reddish orange colored chip. Not quite the color I was expecting (then again, what color would you use for crab flavor?). The taste was more “Old Bay” than, say, “by the Bay”, but they were quite good.
Here’s the thing. Old Bay seasoning does not taste like crab. Old Bay is sometimes used to season steamed crabs, so I guess that’s where they get the idea. Why didn’t Lay’s just license the spice blend? Because Herr’s already beat them to it.
Was it good? Would I do it again? Maybe. If I wanted a mouthful of Old Bay spice, I’d grab my bottle of Old Bay on the spice rack at home.
My McKid rating: OK
I thought he looked kind of metal, but apparently all he thrashes to is "Itsy-Bitsy Spider" -- how tame.
This is a picture of my whole extending family, circa 2001. The only person you can't see is Byron, who is taking the picture.
I miss the days when my grandma was a little more together. My poor dad has to take care of her on a daily basis.
Well, I know I've mentioned it before (way back in April), but I needed to get some stuff together on my end... Today, I'm available at one easy-to-remember address. I bought the domain back when I was unemployed, thinking it would make a cool company name. It was inspired by a shirt I had bought for my friend's wedding. My wife asked me to describe the color, and I told her 'Deep Mustard'. Sure enough, the domain was available, so I snatched it up.
http://www.deepmustard.com/From there, you can access this blog, Five Things (my other blog), my Twitter 'tweets', and my Flickr pictures.
More to come. Stay tuned.