Author: Tim Morgan

On the right, Rob Schenider as Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo, appearing soon in a theater near you. On the left, Perry March, appearing soon in a courthouse near you.

One will be over in 100 minutes. The other will take years.

OK, you can’t tell me that the disappearance of Roboto from the blogging scene isn’t related to the arrest of Perry March.

So Roboto=Perry March.

Who would have thought.

(Photo by Susan Adcock. Western Wear by Katy K.)

Last December I bought twelve copies of the annual calendar that is sold to raise money for the Nashville Humane Association. Why so many? Turned out that Abby is Miss November.

Now, I’ve been using my calendar seven months now, last week I discovered something pretty interesting:

That’s right. There are two July 16ths. And yes, it does throw off the calendar for the rest of the year. If I made an appointment with you over the last week, please forgive me if I showed up a day late.

As for the calendar, sure, sure… it’s off by a day and might be useless for planning events, trips, anniversaries, birthdays, or other festive occasions, but If you’ve got one of these I would still recommend keeping it up until at least November. Or, if you are already resolved to keep it up even though the calendar is off by a day, you might want to just flip forward to November. That way you’ve got 5 whole months to look at Abby.

Also, I would wager to say that Nashville Humane is looking for a new copy editor. To volunteer, please call (615) 352-1010.

UPDATE: An astute commenter has noticed that there is no 23rd, either. Seems like after a week the calendar corrects itself. Must be like one of those alarm clocks that automatically syncs itself with the atomic clock in Colorado.

This actually makes me feel a lot better to know that the calendar is right past July, I was going to have to go and do some serious revisions to my timesheets at work.

This afternoon a co-worker came over and asked me a question about Photoshop. He asked if there was a way to lower the resolution of an image without changing its size.

I reached up and took off his glasses.

Came home tonight, all excited because there was a new Family Guy waiting recorded for me on the DVR. Unfortunately, something messed up and it only recorded the video, but no sound.

You know how hard it is to read lips on a cartoon?

Now before I start, please know that I’m not ranting, just observing. I haven’t been to the rallies. I think that immigrant labor is one of the things that makes America great. If you don’t think that globalization is a good thing then you should move to the country, stop shopping at Wal-Mart or Costco, grow your own food and darn your own socks.

That said.

The Nolensville Road stretch of Nashville is certainly an interesting place. In one shopping mall close to my office, you have a Chinese market, and Indian restaurant, a Mexican meat market, and a Nigerian restaurant. All next to each other. (What percentage of the world’s culinary tastes are NOT represented here?) A few blocks up the street there is an Ethiopian restaurant. (I assume they serve what ever the Red Cross drops off every day.) Outside of the formerly standing Harding Mall there was a restaurant called the “New Country Buffet.” I never ate there because I never figured out which new country the food came from. Then there’s the grandaddy of them all, the K&S; World Market, with all of the signs out front, I swear that one of them is Klingon. Diversity is not lacking in this part of town. You can’t get much more global than this.

So what brought this on? Tonight with dinner, I got change. This is what I was given:

Based on the exchange rate, I made off 1.42134 cents off of the drive-thru guy. Now I’ve demonstrated that it’s a pretty globalized part of town, but who knew that the Nolensville Road stretch had adopted the Euro?

Yesterday I participated in WKRN’s community outreach video training session, Video 101.

Along with WKRN’s other new media efforts, next month they’re going to be moving to the “Vee Jay” concept. No, they’re not going to only show music videos, nor is the sports department only going to highlight golfers from Fiji. The news department will have twice as many folks out doing stories with half the staff. (My math may be incorrect but the idea is right.) They’ll arm their news staff individually with DV camcorders, tripods, and laptops (a map showing unsecured wi-fi locations comes next), rather than use the traditional methods of news gathering. (With a camerman, a reporter,a sound guy, a guy that drives the truck and a guy who gets the donuts.) It’ll certainly be interesting to watch.

The seminar wasn’t directly about that transition, but I’m sure the same techniques we covered were the same given to WKRN’s new VJs. Billed as video training for bloggers, it was more specifically how to take footage that has enough quality and editable aspects for broadcast.

We were encourged to bring video cameras, so I borrowed a friend’s DV camcorder hoping to get some good footage of the seminar. I was hoping to use my newly honed videographer skills to edit together the highlights of the event (complete with snarky commentary) for posting here, but alas, I’ve lost my touch. I’ve done video editing before (warning-quicktime link), but tonight I can’t seem to get the video out of the camera and on to the computer. So I apologize to you, my public. (Firewire? More like Firedwire.)

Rex, Paul, and the as incredible-in-real-life-as-she-is-on-her-blog-Aunt B. have rundowns of what they learned; here are my revelations:

• The MIA Jacob’s Posse boys have officially taken a hiatus from blogging for the summer. As Blogger #1 (or #2, I can’t keep up which is which) told me, “We’re kids and it’s summer.” They’ve learned at 14 the true secret to blogging: Only blog when you’re avoiding legitimate work. It’s summer: no work, no blog. Brilliant, really. (This is evidently the reason that you never hear from Captain T anymore at Thursday Night Fever.)
• News organizations will pay for airable (and sometimes not airable) footage if they need the story. Sometimes they even get into bidding wars. (Just ask Abraham Zapruder.)
• Like me, Aunt B. is left handed.
• The Atlanta Bread Company organizes their sandwiches by internal content and bread type. Once you’ve discovered this you can safely choose your lunch.
• Terry Heaton is a great kisser.
• You can get street legal flashy lights for your SUV. I don’t think you can get a legal siren, but you can always make that “Whooooooo” noise yourself.
• Blake saw that the complementary commemorative T-Shirt read “See Blog Shoot” and immediately brandished his heretofore concealed weapon.
• I was able to pull off an “Uma… Oprah…” moment when I introduced Johnny of “Mr. Johnnypantz” to Aunt B. of TinyCatPants.”
• When trying to get into a house trailer that’s been flipped on its side by a tornado, put your pocketknife away and just grab an axe.

After the seminar those who stuck around were coaxed into a little on camera performance of our own, so expect to see me fumble lines in a Nashville is Talking spot to air soon. You just can’t imagine how your mind goes blank when you’re on TV.

(Thanks to Blake for the picture…)