Monday, July 30, 2007

Moving Day

iFlipFlop is moving to new digs called Frank.

For a number of reasons, mostly because I wanted more control over my formatting, I've decided to blog over at the new place.

This place has served me well. I've written 2,138 posts as of today. Traffic has averaged around 2,000 people a day. And iFlipFlop is almost 3 years old, which in internet years, that's like 21 years old. And it's time to move out of the house.

For those of you who are regular readers, would you mind pointing your links to Yep, that's my whole name. I was tired of anonymity, as thinly veiled as it was anyways.

For those of you regular readers of iFlipFlop who read it by RSS, here's the new link:

For those of you who come to iFlipFlop to look at Pamela Anderson in a flimsy shirt, that post is still there. I own this domain and will probably keep this site hosted for a while. Fear not.

I've begun to reconstruct my blogroll and made it a separate page that you can see at the top of the blog (not the one on the bottom, that's something different). If you don't see your name there, please drop me a note at frank@ifliflop with your blog name, URL, and RSS, and I'll get that pumped in.

Moving days are exciting. I'm pleased about this one. Come on over and set a spell, as they said on the Beverly Hillbillies.


Thursday, July 26, 2007

No More Ponytail

I had my ponytail cut off yesterday. Time to be a grownup, I guess. (Why does that Toys-R-Us song, "I don't want to grow up/I'm a Toys-R-Us kid" keep playing in my head?)


Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Crazy OCD Lady on the R5

Why is it when Jack Nicholson has OCD in "As Good As It Gets" it's charming, but when a crazy lady sits behind you on your commute and rips up pieces of paper for 35 minutes it's downright maddening?

There's a woman who gets on at my train stop each morning. She looks perfectly normal. Dressed nicely. Obviously has a job to get to in the city. But she carries 3 sacks of papers, and her purse is wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

When I say she's "carrying papers," I mean she's carrying 3 weeks worth of newspapers and magazines. All folded. And each day she gets on the train and rips those papers up and put the scraps in ANOTHER plastic grocery bag. And she does this for the whole trip.

Today, I had the bad fortune of sitting right in front of her. RIP! SCRATCH! RUSTLE! RIP!. Over and over. I put on my Shure EC-2 sound deadening earphones, and I could still hear her. She even kept it up when a guy sat down next to her.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here: OCD. And 150 cats. It's a good thing I'm so normal. Abby Normal.


Thursday, July 19, 2007

Pinky Bears and FlipFlops

I met Pinky Bear today. I'm still smiling.

You know how nerve wracking it is to meet someone that you "know" online or over the phone? One time I had a client that I worked with for a year, talking to him daily by phone. He was in Germany and I was in New York City. Then, I met him in the Frankfurt train station. It was strange to put the face with the voice. I remember staring at him for a long time and thinking we should be talking on the phone.

Well, I'd never heard Jimmi's voice, but I did read his great blog every day. And we had a running dialog here, at his blog, at Maidy's House, and over at Pax's Place. So, it was really great to meet him in person today.

Ms. LiquidTreats and I met Jimmi at Barnes & Noble. And an hour-and-a-half breezed by like it was a minute-and-a-half. We talked. We laughed. (Okay, Sarah and I laughed because Jimmi is so GD funny and clever.) We drank iced tea.

You know how sometimes when you meet people it can be something different than you imagined? (I've never been on an arranged date, like a dating service...I'm married, so of course not....but I mean never. But I can imagine it must be a little weird.) Well, meeting Jimmi was fantastic. Better than I could have imagined. Entertaining.

We left saying "Let's get together again." I'd like that. Pinky Bears and FlipFlops. Sounds like a new Pixar flick. Maybe we're onto something.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

My Mouf Hurts

I'm back from the oral surgeon. I did Pinky Bear's mantra, and the event wasn't bad at all. But now the anesthetic is starting to wear off and "my mouf hurts." Um, I guess the numbing is still there. ;-)


Monday, July 16, 2007

How's a Little Oral Surgery Sound?

I scheduled "crown lengthening on 30 and 32" for this Wednesday. I sounded like a grownup when I called, but I feel like a little kid anticipating someone putting a scalpel in my mouth. Yum.


Friday, July 06, 2007

A View of Valance

Young iFlipFlop is in Valence, France. Here's Stephen J. iFlipFlop and his friend, Charles the Gaul, in the 2,000-year-old town. Ah, to be 14 again.

Meanwhile, I spent 3 hours at the DMV yesterday to get my proper name put on my driver's license record. Then I have to go back next week to get my picture taken. Another birthday coming. I was 14 once, dammit!

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Friday, June 29, 2007

I'm Connie, and I'm from France

Stephen J. iFlipFlop saw London. He saw France. He saw Amsterdam in his traveling pants.

Young iFlipFlop, 14, went to France on Wednesday night. Kinda. His British Airways flight was to have left at 7pm out of Philadelphia. In fact, when I checked on BA66 on Flight Tracker, it left on time. And when I checked at around 8:45pm, it looked like the plane was at 37,000 feet and leaving North American airspace, dipping just below Greenland.

Then the phone rang.

"Mom, we still haven't left," said Stephen.

It was 9pm. Since his connection in London was only 90 minutes to get him to Lyon, that meant he'd already missed it. Plus, to start off the day, BA wouldn't let Mrs. iFlipFlop into the waiting area, so the 14-year-old was on his own since about 4:30 in the afternoon.

"Okay, let me make a few calls," said Mrs. iFF as she looked for customer service numbers.

After 30 minutes on hold she finally got an agent. They said Stephen would be booked on the next flight to the south of France. But how would he know that?

Mrs. iFF got up at 4am and checked. Stephen would be rerouted from London to Amsterdam to Lyon. And his final leg would have to be on Air France, which meant a change of terminals in Schipol Airport in Amsterdam. Great.

The phone started ringing at 4:30am our time. "I'm in a really long line and I'm not sure I'm going to get my new tickets," said Stephen.

"Don't worry, here's what to do," Said Mrs. iFF. When the chips are down, you want Mrs. iFF working the action for you. She can get it done.

Well, after nearly 18 hours of travel, Stephen finally made it to Lyon, where he met up with the family he's staying with in La Drome. The father is the Minister of Tourism for that beautiful part of France, where lavender fields go on as far as the eye can see, and the Rhone Alps frame the views. Ah, La France. Now he's there.

We got this note from Stephen last night. I think it captures the essence of what it's like to travel unattended at 14, and pull it of with aplomb:
I made it to Charles' house perfectly fine, and my luggage is expected to come in by tomorrow.

I am pretty tired, so I am going to bed right after we eat dinner, which is in a few minutes.

I just wanted to give you the update.

Hope all is well over there.

I am going to a music festival tomorrow morning.

I will talk to you later.


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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Eight Random Facts and iFlipFlop Habits

My friend, Pax, tagged me with this bad boy. First, the rules:
  1. All right, here are the rules.
  2. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
  3. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
  4. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
  5. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Eight Random Facts/Habits
  1. My hair is the longest it's ever been.
  2. I'm not kidding, I really want to run with the bulls and climb to Everest Base Camp.
  3. I've had a quick temper my whole life. I'm Irish, but that's not really an excuse. BTW: It's getting better, or I'm just getting too old to worry as much.
  4. I could squat 550 lbs and bench press 325 lbs with ease when I was at my weightlifting prime, which was about 12 years ago. It's a lot less now.
  5. I always put on my left sock, then my left shoe, then my right sock, then my right shoe. Always. As Jack Nicholson said, "What if this is as good as it gets?"
  6. Even though I had parents, from the time I was 13 I was really raised by a gay couple. They taught me a lot about life, respect, and business (they had high level professional jobs and were top dog handlers, which is how I got to know them). Thirty-plus years ago they were gay when people weren't "gay." And they were more committed to each other than anyone I knew. I could write pages and pages about this, but this is a random facts meme, so I'll leave it at that.
  7. I gave up caffeine this year (big headache). I gave up sugar a couple of years ago. So now, coffee is less enjoyable, but a lot healthier. Now if I could only give up Cinnabon and cheeseburgers.
  8. I am constantly amazed that I am as old as I am. I feel asleep one day and woke up this age. The last 20 years were a blur.

Okay, that's my 8. I will tag Rick, Moni, Sarah, TDMJ, and Guillaume. Guillaume, why, oh why, don't you have a blog?


Wednesday, June 20, 2007

I Dropped My Laptop

I dropped my PowerBook. It wasn't just a little drop. I'm talking about having it fall several feet from my (slippery) hands to the hard, hard cement sidewalk of Ritenhouse Square. Zoiks.

There was a lot of damage to the laptop around the power supply. It didn't look good. But I ws able to turn it one (kinda). wa new laptop time. Charlie grabbed me a new McBook Pro at Springboard Media, I powered it up, it asked me if I wanted to transfer data from another Mac, I said yes, and Voila!

It just worked. As in, I'm typing from the new MacBook Pro. And it's working like nothing happened. Every single process, every single password, every single application ported over. And it just worked.

This is my first post on my MacBook Pro. How do you like it so far?

I'm spending the rest of the day working on my Kung Fu grip. I'm not going to let this one slip through my fingers.


Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Sweet, Sweet Karma

It stormed yesterday afternoon in Philadelphia, and it more than rained, it poured. That left huge puddles in the roads. And that's when the jerk drivers have a heyday.

I was walking at the corner of 18th and Walnut when I hear a truck rev up. The driver veered right into the bus lane, which had a foot of standing water in it in front of the Barnes and Noble. It was like slow motion. A business guy. iPod. Walking right next to the gutter. A huge wave. A soaking.

The pickup driver purposely swerved to splash the guy with filthy Philly water. That sucked, but then came the sound of sweet, sweet karma. And with that sound came flashing lights. Police siren, baby, the sound of karma.

A cop was behind the jerk in the pickup truck. And he nailed that prick. Just for fun I followed the guy who got splashed down to the pulled over truck. All kinds of Marines and Semper Fi and Support Our Troops stickers all over the truck. Beauty, support our troops, because we want the freedom to be a jagoff and splash people at will. It's in the Second Amendment, right? Well, funguol, asshole.

"Karma's a bitch," I said to Mr. Semper Fi. The guy who got splashed had a lot more to say to the cop. It was a good day.

Oh, I got a free loaf of bread at Le Bus that the manager gave me as I walked by. All was right in the world.