This World Clock site I ran into is pretty cool. It's a running tally on the world population (factoring in births and deaths), barrels of oil pumped, and more.
And the Global Incident site keeps track of the crazy crap going on in the world, like terrorist attacks, wars, and various ugly "incidents".
Wanna know how many people in the U.S. share your first and last name? CLICK HERE. There's 89 folks out there with mine.
Swat that pesky fly (and kill some time waiting for the whistle to blow). CLICK HERE.
Waste some time at work waiting for the whistle to blow with some great reads. I like this one, about how Rock Stars have died, from Blender .
Hey, they're not exactly U.S. News & World Report, but don't think for a second that Blender doesn't tackle hard-hitting news. This one should've won a Pulitzer...
10 Songs You May Have Been Conceived To . (If you're between the ages of 25-35).
They do love their lists at Blender. Like, "The Craziest Pop Stars Ever" (Miley Cyrus has skyrocketed up that list the last few weeks). Or, "Rock Stars Who've Caught Fire On Stage"...a surprisingly long list. And there's many, many, more. Go ahead...the boss isn't looking. Click here...you know you want to.
My story is typical. I was born a poor, Black child. I survived the mean streets of the Buffalo suburbs and four straight losses in the Super Bowl, grew into a mature adult and pillar of the community, and made my parents proud. OK, well, part of that is true. I was indeed raised in the Buffalo 'burbs...North Tonawanda, to be exact. The rest? Well, can't a guy dream?
Here's some highlights. I was a big baby. Like, 20 lbs. Maybe a few less. Mom always reminds me of the pain. The guilt ensures she gets great birthday presents. I have a brother two years older, and he used to make my life a living Hell, like any good brother should. That stopped when I turned 12, and was bigger than him. I spent most of my formative years annoying my elders. That includes parents, teachers, and the police. If I wasn't in after-school detention, I was being questioned for the latest neighborhood "incident". Looking back, it a was all pretty harmless. Well, maybe not the thing we did to our Spanish Teacher. But that's a story for another time. Sports helped keep me out of any serious trouble. Get suspended...and you were kicked off the team. So that only happened once. Maybe twice. With hopes and dreams, and a suitcase filled with Molson Canadian Lager, I headed off to college. Less than a year later, and a plea agreement with a reduced sentence (like I said...never convicted), my college experience wasn't exactly going as planned. But, with threats of bodily harm from Mom solidly in my back pocket, I managed to graduate from Gannon University in Erie, PA, and looked forward to a lucrative career in broadcasting. Soooooooo...I've bounced around from station to station in such vacation hot spots as Clearfield, PA, Joplin, MO, Evansville, IN, and Fayetteville, NC. In February of 1999, I took the job that I have now (more or less).
I never did find that pot of gold, but I've had a lot of fun along the way. And moving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. I met my beautiful wife, Stacy, while watching a Bills game at what used to be Damon's on Tunnel Road, and we were married in September of 2001. I lost my wedding ring in a bizarre chicken wing incident (true story), so I really have no proof. But I think she'll vouch for me. We don't have any children, but we do have cats...lots and lots of cats. I'd love to tell you exactly how many, but I lost track. Seriously, I started counting them the other night, but had to stop after I'd used all my fingers and toes. I was plum out of digits.
So that's my story. Of course, some of the sordid details have been left out due to pending legal action. But, Judge...I swear I had no idea that pig was your pet!
Normally, I'm a pretty sedentary guy, with an appreciation for lack of movement when a rare day off presents itself. A typical day off usually consists of some yard work in the morning, a nap in the afternoon, and then rocking chair time with a beer or six.
So this 4-day excursion to Isle of Palms is at a pace I would normally eschew. We've done more in the past three days than in the past three months. But it doesn't at all feel rushed. We're on "island time" for sure, but still doing quite a bit more than we're accustomed to.
Monday (as it did Sunday) started at Seabiscuit Cafe. I cannot say enough about this place. Great food, good service, top notch. Also like Sunday, I walked off breakfast with a stroll on the beach, much less populated than the previous day.
After some shopping, we found another local gem for lunch, Acme Lowcountry Kitchen. The food was great, and once again, good service from smiling faces. I highly recommend Acme for breakfast, lunch, & dinner. Yes, they serve all three, and stay open until 4am for the late-night crowd.
We had planned on making Monday a beach day in advance, realizing it would be much less crowded than the weekend, and we were right. After frolicking in the surf (warm as bathwater), for a few hours, this (really) White guy made sure to not get a sunburned scalp. Sun and surf will wear you out, so I snagged a nap before heading out for the night.
Before landing at our dinner destination, we stopped off at Dunleavy's Pub (for the 3rd day in a row), and were greeted like regulars by Jamie, one of the owners. The vibe in this place is just so laid back, it's easy to forget about the stresses of every day life...which is exactly what a good pub should do. Mission accomplished, Dunleavy's. Job well done.
Dinner was Fiery Ron's Home Team BBQ on Sullivan's Island. We'd heard good things, and it was everything we'd hoped for and more. The bar manager Kevin Ferrin, was awesome, recommending food items and chatting it up with me about the beers on tap, many of which I'd never had. We spent hours nibbling and drinking and carrying on with the attentive and friendly staff. And the food? Some of the best BBQ I've ever had, with the brisket practically melting in your mouth.
My favorite beer of the night was the Chocolate Rye Porter by River Dog Brewing. We even got some grub to go, so we can share with our neighbors in Asheville, who are pampering the pets and watching our house with the vigilence of Secret Service agents.
One more day in paradise promises more sand in the shorts and delicious food in the belly. No solid plans, but it wouldn't surprise me if we ended up at some of our old and new favorites, once again.