Saw this guy Andrea Vadrucci from Italy on You Tube and added him to MySpace, his drumming videos are great. I once had aspirations [sic] to be a drummer when I was younger, when friends and I wanted to start a band in High School. But getting my arms and legs coordinated like this guy seemed beyond me.

I turned my speakers up opened the window and made sure the sub woofer under my desk was on full, the floor and walls were thumping!

Carolyn and I have have been speaking about moving, just around the corner to a place all on one level instead of two like we have now. We have already started sorting through stuff to get rid of unnecessary items. We always seem to have boxes of stuff that follows us around and never gets opened!

We have boxes and boxes of photos as well as pictures the grand kids have drawn for us. I told Carolyn we need to look into some custom picture framing so we can get some of the photos and pictures framed and on display. I also have some Houdini posters I’d like to get framed.

Carolyn said when we move she wants a new desk, one similar to mine so we can have a more organized office for our computers and other electronics.

But we are excited ab out a possible move and having everything exactly how we like and all coordinated instead mismatched like we have been for a long while.

BBC News Friday: Man regrows finger tip.

A guy in Ohio lost part of his finger in a model aeroplane accident! His brother who works in regenerative medicine supplied some material called extracellular matrix which was sprinkled on the finger. Apparently the finger has grown back.

Scientists are skeptical and figure the injury wasn’t as bad as made out and the natural healing properties of the finger caused the skin to heal over.

Interesting reading indeed. BBC News fingertip article link.

If you’re in the market for a video card for your computer check out Buy.com, I am after a good one to make my machine a bit more game friendly.

Carolyn and I were at the store stocking up on stuff for our lunches during the week and other essentials. As I was sauntering down the aisles looking at stuff, a women came hurtling down the aisle pushing a shopping cart. She was picking up quite a speed and seemed oblivious to anyone around her.

People were diving out the way left and right as she aimed her cart at them. She screeches to a stop reverses without looking swinging the cart around and tears off in a different direction.

I was thinking I certainly don’t want to be in the parking lot when she drives out if that is how she drives! Bet she has seen a lot of accidents in her rear view mirror.

I caught up with Carolyn and she was in the pet section looking at cat supplies, “We’re getting a cat?”

“No fool I’m getting Max some new toys.”

“But that rabbit is just as happy chewing a toilet roll tube up.”

“He is getting some new chew toys.”

I was downloading photos from the camera memory card to our PC’s, came across one Carolyn took of our grandson Alec and I. I am in my Indiana Jones hat and Alec is wearing his Spider-Man costume. Looking at the picture I called Carolyn over,

“Hey, why is Alec flashing bloody gang signs?”

“What? What gang signs?”

“There, he is flashing frickin gang signs. Who is the dumb ass who taught our grandson bloody gang signs? I think I need to go postal on someone’s arse.”

“They are not gang signs calm the heck down or I’ll smack you up the side of the nut.”

“Then why is he holding his hands like that then?”

“Look how he is dressed, what is he?”

“Er, Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, well how does Spider-Man hold his hands when he is releasing his spider web stuff?”

“Er, oh yeah, ‘Spidey hands.”

Carolyn walks off shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

Open Letter: To woman on escalator (who yes, I know will probably never read this post!)

Lady, if you get to the top of the escalator and drop something, either kick it ahead of you and pick it up or leave it!

Don’t do as you did and bend over and take your sweet effing time to pick it up. People, namely me, are riding up the escalator behind you. I got nearer and nearer and I am thinking, that if you didn’t hurry up and pick up your dropped item and move, that rather than risk falling backwards down the escalator because you’re in the way, I would’ve just pushed you arse over tit out of the way.

Luckily, she moved just as I got to the top of the escalator. Some people have no consideration to those around them.

Whenever I am out on the street and my cell phone rings or I get a text message, I always make sure I pay attention to my surroundings while using the phone. I will usually stop where I am and talk or reply to a text message. I never continue walking in case I am distracted, I certainly won’t try and negotiate my way across a road while on the phone.

Getting across the street under normal circumstances can sometimes be precarious. In France I have had to rush back across a pedestrian crossing because I realized the crazy French drivers who were hurtling towards me had no intentions of stopping to allow me to cross.

Here in the States I have been in the middle of a crossing on the “Walk” signal when a guy in a Dodge Ram turned left and run me down, luckily he stopped so he didn’t go right over me. I only chipped a bone in my left hand from that so consider myself fortunate.

So I certainly won’t let the cell phone be a distraction that could endanger my life.

Unfortunately an item on the local news the other night shows how a cell phone can be a dangerous distraction. A girl was walking alongside railway tracks talking on her phone. So engrossed in the conversation she never heard a guy in his truck blaring his horn at her or the train driver sounding his horn as a warning to her, she walked right in front of the train and was killed.

No phone call is that important you can’t call back at a safer time. Don’t get me started on drivers who drive while talking on their cell phones!

Oh, Carolyn’s birthday is coming up next week, time to check out a gift basket methinks.

Not sure if I have mentioned one of my pet peeves. I hate following someone through a door when they only open it wide enough to slide themselves through then let it slam. Bastages!

Courtesy people, come one! Maybe I was just brung up right, but I always check when going through a door to see if anyone is following behind me. If so, I hold the door for them, and yes, I have held a door open for a long procession of people. By doing this I don’t infer that anyone is unable to open the door for themselves.

I have only ever had one person get snippy because I held the door open for them. I was going through a door in a mall and a homeless guy was behind me lugging armfuls of plastic bags full of his belongings. As I held the door open he looked at me and called me a “Fucker” and told me he was capable of opening the door for himself thank you.

“Fine,” I said then said an expletive “wine racks,” then let the door slam in his face.

Okay, I said something other than wine racks, but I had to drop that link in somehow!