The Jeff R Project

Nobody will argue with me when I say “headaches suck” right?

And if you do then you’ve never had a real good headache. I am not going to pretend to be an expert or even in the same league as some of those who suffer chronic headaches or have true debilitating pain. In just get a few strong headaches once in a while.

Tonight is one of those times.

I was fine when I got home, but just when I thought I’d be relaxing and unwinding along came momma migraine. Usually my headaches are caused by stress or dehydration. Today was not exceptionally stressful nor is Vancouver overly dry this time of year. And yes I drank water today.

So I was suprised by my headache. Tylenol migraine isn’t helping nor is yet another glass of water. So now I’m going to go to bed and consider prayer.

Ok I’m not really considering prayer but it might get added to the list one day. But if God spoke to me while I had a migraine, I may have a few less than pleasant words for her/him/it.

After a somewhat revealing / disheartening look deep inside my soul, I’ve been told I go to Starbucks too often, and have become addicted to my favorite drink – the Venti sugar-free vanilla Americano. I don’t see where the problem is. Ok, well, I guess at $4.00 each (rounding up for those of us with poor math skills), doing it 4 times a week is (4 x 4 x 52) = $832 per year, there might be a problem.

Yeah, that’s a conservative number and doesn’t factor in the lemon cranberry scone anything else I may pick up at the time.

Chris isn’t exactly blameless. He’s addicted to the Tazo Zen Green Tea and chocolate chunk cookies.

So, in an effort to save our spending and stop (me) going to Starbucks as often, we forked out a HUGE amount of cash all at once and bought me (us) a Bosch Tassimo beverage system.

Tassimo Bosch T65 Single Serve Hot Beverage System

It’s not exactly like that one, but super close. In fact, mine is better since it’s red. I’ll post a real picture in a minute. Continue Reading →

Were it not for our iPhones, I don’t know how we’d share what we consider to be fun with the rest of the unsuspecting planet.

Yep, another Rumble video has been made.

I have to admit that I’m becoming one of those old guys who loves the music of his generation, and when he hears any new music either goes off on a rant about “the state of music these days” or quietly mutters something about the Doobie Brothers.

I pretty much fully blame the internet and MP3 players for this. Ever since I got an MP3 player and the internet, I don’t recall ever listening to radio. The ultimate downside of this is the lack of exposure to “emerging talent.” You know, like Britney or Lady Gag-me. I mean Lady Gaga, of course. Generally speaking that’s not really a problem, but it does mean I’m out of touch with the advances and what the kids are listening to. I also don’t go to clubs or any other place where modern music gets played.

Yep, I’m becoming a curmudgeon at 40. 41, sorry. Sigh.

That said, I have apparently missed Mika. He’s been profiled in a few months of the Gay Newsletter they send us all (that’s a joke), but I tended to ignore it. Last night, for some reason, I clicked on the play button for his latest video and found myself rather enjoying it. It’s light and poppy, modern and yet accessible. Find out more at http://www.mikasounds.com

Maybe I should explore some more of this modern music. Apparently there’s a set of musical triplet boys people are talking about.

Yep, I’m bilingual. Or so I like to think.

Like most people who grew up in Canada, I had the obligatory education partly en francais, and I also took espanol in university. There’s supposed to be accents and crap on those, but I don’t remember enough to handle that properly. Plus I don’t know how to make the keyboard do them.

But that’s not what this is about. Nor is it about the language I tried to make up when I was a Dungeon Master. Yes, I tried to make up a language and I played D&D. I also tried to learn Klingon at one point by audio tape. Yes, I’ve been a geek for a long time.

Nope, this is about my own personal made up language that I run inside my head for the most part. Once in a while it starts to slip out “in polite company” (aka in public) and then it gets embarassing.

What’s really weird is that Chris has started picking up on it. Not only is he learning to understand what I mean, but he actually says things back to me too.

I guess it’s not that unusual. After about 5 years, we must be picking up on each other’s habits. He only wishes I picked up on his habit of cleaning up after I make a mess.