Rocky Top
As an alumnus of the University of Alabama, I did not think it was possible for me to hate the song "Rocky Top" any more than I already do.
I was wrong.
As an alumnus of the University of Alabama, I did not think it was possible for me to hate the song "Rocky Top" any more than I already do.
I was wrong.
After finishing my first semester at USC; speaking at ed tech conferences in Montana, Georgia, and North Carolina; dealing with my dad's stroke; I am happy to say that I'm back and plan to start posting a little more regularly to my poor, pathetic blog.
Thank you for your patience and continued support.
One last podcast. A few days before heading out to Vegas to get hitched, Steve and Johnnie held an on-air bachelor party for me. While it was more of a roast than a bachelor party, I can assure you that fun was had by all.
At most college campuses, if you want a campus ID you need to visit the campus' card services office to have your picture taken. USC is a different. They let you submit your own picture online, provided the picture has a light blue background [a la US passport pictures]. Since I have both access to Photoshop and a rare moment of free time at work, I decided to make my own campus ID picture ... by taking one of my wedding pictures, removing the background, and adding in a textured, blue background.
Yep. I'm a geek.
Since I spent a grip of money to secure the copyright for all of our wedding pictures, I figured I should just post them all online. Check out http://picasaweb.google.com/crispen/
Enjoy!
Well, in one month I will be in Las Vegas getting married ... on apparently the most popular wedding day in years. In hindsight, it looks like Christine and I were fortunate to be able to easily book a chapel and reception hall when we did, even though we made our reservations back in September.
Stay tuned for updates as we get closer to July 7th.
Well, Christine and I spent the weekend in Las Vegas finalizing our plans for our July 7th wedding. We had the misfortune of staying at the Best Western Mardi Gras Hotel and Casino [motto: "As seen on COPS"]. The place wasn't horrible -- well, the maid did steal the remote control and we never got it back -- but I'm not sure I would recommend it to others.
After breakfast at Bouchon, a visit to the tuxedo rental place, and a quick stop at the county clerk's office to get a marriage license and be accosted by dozens of salesmen asking us if we have a chapel, we spent the rest of our time shopping and losing money in the casinos.
If you are headed to Sin City anytime soon, some of the places I recommend visiting include:
One of the reasons why I love Christine so much is that she and I hardly, if ever, fight. Oh, sure, we have our disagreements. Take, for example, our wedding registry. I suggested that we register at NewEgg.com. To me, nothing says "I love you" more than a gigabit ethernet switch and some thermal paste. Christine's response, unfortunately, was less than enthusiastic. [I seem to remember her saying something to the order of "over my dead body."] Christine wanted to walk up and down the aisles of our local Target store with a bar code scanner.
But since most of our friends and family are spread throughout the United States [including some states where there aren't any local Target stores], Christine and settled our disagreement by registering at Amazon.com. No, really. Amazon. Think about it: Amazon has pretty much everything we need, there is an online Target store built into Amazon, and Amazon offers free shipping for orders over $25.
Problem solved. :)