Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Kentucky Temple

These pictures are from a while back, but given their star, I think you'll enjoy them.

Blocking Ads in Chrome: Host Files

Are you die hard about Google Chrome?

Would you also rather die than surf the Web with never-ending, pernicious ads?

First of all, welcome to the club.

Second, I have a potential solution for you: Use a host file.

I strongly recommend http://www.mvps.org/winhelp2002/hosts.htm with a few caveats:

a) It's not for the faint of heart (if ads don't bother you very much, this solution will probably be a little over the top).

b) It's kind of complicated.

c) It may block services/functionality you don't want blocked.

d) It sometimes looks goofy (note image).

With that said, I do strongly recommend it (until a true adblocker, not AdSweep, comes out for Chrome).


Contact me with any questions.

Red Neck Joke

Speaking of Provo-Orem, had to share this one:

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Craig's List

I can't remember if I ever posted on this, but my wife and I posted about a million things on Craig's List and a large portion of them actually sold.

Craig's List, and to maybe even a greater extent the Provo-Orem area, this one's for you!

To The Gypsy

I should have posted on this ages ago, but I owe someone a great deal of thanks for helping us get across the country without losing our sanity.

Gypsy, this one goes out to you.

(Note: This is not what our GPS looks like.)


Back in the first week my wife and I got here, we took a cool tour around downtown Cincinnati (don't go walking around there alone, especially at night . . .).

I won't flood you with anything but photos.


Our Apartment

I've just about said everything there is to say on this one. I almost assembled it all, single-handed.

Here it is in all it's glory.

I'm pretty sure it was built in the 1920's and other than a few interesting "features," it's more than any jolly bloke could ever hope for!



This is the title I adopted for my NFL Pick'em league with my brothers and some others (I am tied for first place, BTW, your K-ness).

In case it's not readily apparent, I chose the indicative appellation due to my disappearance from anything not related to reading/studying for class all day every day.

Law school isn't rocket science or anything, but it's not playing WOW either. Okay, that was a little too harsh, let's say it's not like playing Super Mario Bros. Happy?

I'm really enjoying everything from foreseeability in tort liability (my brother's all-time-favorite), Constitutional Law, Civil Procedure, Contracts, to even Lawyering.

I always knew I spoke in code, but now I really do speak in Code (e.g., the Uniform Commercial Code, etc).

Anyway, while my brain hasn't been this tired in quite a while, it's been quite an experience. But let's just say I'm glad it's FALL BREAK!

BTW, that's William Howard Taft, ICYWW.

Monday, October 5, 2009


I'm getting back in the game. As you know, I've been MIA for a while, so I've got some catching up to do.

I hope you won't try to read everything all at once, you will likely develop a nasty case of mental indigestion.

Unfortunately, I don't have a whole lot of photorials for you, but I do have a lot of memories.

For this lovely post, I take you back to the first days of our existence here in Cincinnati.

My wife and I had next to nothing as far as furniture is concerned so we turned to . . . you guessed it, IKEA, that harbinger of furnishing bliss.

I'll try to summarize things briefly.

My wife and I visited IKEA probably 5-8 times.

It seemed like each time our daughter conveniently needed a serious diaper change as we were leaving . . .

It also felt like we had to rush out the door each time before the kicked everyone out.

On numerous occasions, we could barely fit everything on the cart -- or in the car, for that matter. In fact, on one occasion we had an employee help us out and we had to rip some of the boxes open and stick part of our bed frame out the back window. Good times, trust me.

Basically, almost anything not a computer in our apartment that isn't inside a closet was assembled by yours truly.

Tim Taylor would give me a hearty ho-ho at my uncanny ability to wield an IKEA wrench (as shown). After many hours, many mistakes and much scratching of my head, it's all in place.

That's probably more detail than you bargained for, so if you want more, either fill in the blanks or petition for a furtherance of information, the CA is not unsympathetic, your pleas will not fall upon deaf ears.


Seeing as I currently go to school in Cincinnati, watching this video (thanks to my brethren of the same mother) was especially sweet for me.

If you haven't savored it yet . . . you will.



On second blush, it looks like the stingy NFL may have claimed a miserly copyright . . . Sheesh, who has those anymore?

If it doesn't work, I guess you'll just have to go out and find it.