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March 12: I looked up from answering emails, and saw the clock: 11:59pm!
Panic sets in! Is it 11:59:01 or 11:59:59? I have no idea, I dive for my camera, the adrenaline is surging, I can't hold the camera steady, my mind goes blank -- I have no ideas.
Just press the shutter button stupid!
Instinct kicks in, I grab the Darth Vader bobble head. I shoot.
11:59:58 11:59:59 12:00:00
Actually, I learned a valuable lesson here, that I want to share with all of you. After I took the picture, I wandered out into other parts of the house. The clock in the living room said 12:01, the clock in the bedroom said 12:00, the clock in the kitchen said 11:57.
You need to set all of the clocks in your house to different times. That way you even out the odds a little more. If one clock says you missed the deadline, another might be more forgiving. I say, as long as you shoot the picture in the presence of the correct clock, you're good!
That's a tip kids, write it down.
March 13: Have you ever wondered where you rank, in the vast food chain of life?
Here's a clue: If THIS guy has a reserved parking space, and you don't...you're probably somewhere in the cellar.
March 14: It's calling to us -- me and my son. "Turn off the television. Come out, and shoot some hoops. Talk and laugh and play while the weather is warm, and the days are long."
March 15: Chocolate crack.
March 16: I like to clean out my ears.
Really like it.
REALLY LIKE IT.
Probably more than I should admit here.
March 17: 10% of me is 90% Irish.
I started collecting these shamrock caps three years ago -- Dublin is the 2010 model.
St. Patrick's Day is one of my favorite holidays of the entire year. I'm not sure why.
I don't drink. My Irish lineage is limited to one branch of the family tree. I frankly don't care whether there are snakes in Ireland, or not. But I love this day.
Maybe it's because it's really a celebration of Luck, and we all have more good luck than we sometimes want to admit.
Maybe it's because I don't have to buy anything.
I mean besides shamrock hats.
She asked me if I was eighteen.
I was eighteen, nineteen years ago.
I inadvertently took a self portrait too -- if you look close, you can see my reflection in the bottle. The distortion, from the curvature of the bottle, makes my neck look huge-antic.
The thumb with sunglasses, that's me.