To Be Or Not To Be Versa Dave
Posted by Versa Dave in Versa Life on June 18th, 2010
As some of you may or may not know, I recently made the decision to trade @vikversa in for a Jeep Wrangler. To give you some insight into my decision, for most of my life, I’ve ridden motorcycles. When Rhyen was born, I sold my Jeep, my Camaro and 3 motorcycles in the best interest of responsibility. That said, lately I’ve been feeling the bug for getting another motorcycle. The problem with that is that to enjoy it, I would have to get a babysitter. The girls aren’t old enough to leave alone. I began thinking of an alternative to having the wind in my preverbal hair AND having the girls with me to enjoy it. A Jeep seemed like the most reasonable choice; and so, I began my search. The image you see is the result of numerous test drives and several days of bargaining. The girls are absolutely in love with @DaisyMaeJeep. We have in the last few weeks, done some serious cruising with the top down.
My dilemma is this; my twitter handle (and Internet personality really) was born out of my Nissan Versa 3 years ago. I am known as @VersaDave. Recently I’ve been getting some flack about keeping that name in spite of abandoning VikVersa. My mindset is that I’ve already created the “brand” of my online persona and changing that name will confuse people who follow my tweets, blog, etc. At least that’s what I think.
So, I’m brining it to you. I want to know what you think.
Loading ...Genius Toddler Wows BATTL
Posted by Versa Dave in Geekdom, Social Media on June 5th, 2010
It’s summer time. And for all you social media types, that means @tojosan’s Bring A Tweep To Lunch (#BATTL) is in full swing. Every Friday, Todd chooses a local establishment as the landing point for a potentially large crowd (like yesterday) or for as little as one person. Yes, it’s actually happened before; poor Todd was left to devour Ethiopian food all by his little lonesome.
This past Friday’s #BATTL was not limited to just one; in fact, we had 15 people (albeit 5 of those were kids). Speaking of kids, one particular spawn amazed a few of us that were lingering around post party. We were standing around talking when someone noticed that Drewbie (a 1.5 yr old boy) looked as if though he was planning a war. He rounded up all the sterling silver spoons within his tiny little reach; he pondered what position to place them in and at the precise moment, he’d strike the spoon in it’s new home. The table, you see, was of the patio variety; metal grated with the surface made up of hundreds of diamond shaped orifices. The act in itself was rather amazing to watch.
At one point, Drewbie decided apparently that a few of the spoons were just not sitting right, and like a brain-stopped artist who destroys his painting, he began to rip the spoons from their holes and created a new design. If you studied him closely, you could clearly see that Drewbie was plotting, thinking, concocting and organizing; this was not merely the ramblings of a toddler, but the birth steps of a genius.
We look forward to seeing your development Drewbie. Word of advice though, as you get older, I would advise your mother @ekcutshall that “Drewbie” may not be the most suitable name for the next Stephen Hawking.
If You’re Gonna Spew, Spew Into This
Posted by Versa Dave in BingBong on March 14th, 2010
I thought it was odd that I checked in at the American Airlines counter and got no assigned seating. They said it wasn’t available but they would have it prior to boarding. I dismissed it; surely my trip to New York wouldn’t start out with a bad flight.
When I got to my gate, I checked in again at the boarding counter. The agent told me everything would be fine and just to hang out. So I did. And I did. Oh, and then I waited some more. Then they boarded. And boarded some more. Finally, the agent called my name and assigned me a seat…in the very last row. Great. Awesome. Right by the bathroom. He said “Oh and if some lady’s baby is sitting in your seat, tell her that’s your seat. The baby has to sit on her lap.” This didn’t have the words ‘happy ending’ written anywhere on it.
As I sat down, the woman was sitting with the baby boy (maybe 10-12 months old) bouncing on her lap…screaming….and crying. The woman’s 12ish year old daughter sat in the other seat. I took my seat and attempted to ignore the situation. I thought if it were me traveling with one my girls as a baby, I’d hope people would have patience with me.
I checked the weather prior to lifting off and saw that NYC was having some rainy weather. My coworker also texted me and said there were high winds in the area. The plane took off about 20 minutes late; not exactly sure why though. I had my doubts on the comfort of the flight with the screaming baby next to me, but after about 45 minutes in the air, he finally fell asleep. I focused on my movie on the MacBook Pro and everything was fine.
Then, it happened. <queue suspense music> All at once, the plane dropped, hard. I saw heads suddenly go up out of their seats and felt my whole body raise. With that, the eminent seat belt light came on and the familiar radio voice came over the loud speaker suggesting we buckle up for a bumpy ride.
I’ve had my fair share of turbulent rides on the airplane, but this one takes the cake. Over the next 20 minutes, it seemed like we went from plane to roller coaster. My stomach is not particularly weak, however I soon found out that the 12ish year old girl next to me, was not as lucky. She did her best to jump over me and dart into the bathroom. Clearly, by the sounds I heard, she was giving birth to a gallon of toxic spew. The flight attendant helped her out of the bathroom and back to her seat (since she wasn’t supposed to get up in the first place). The attendant gave her a big plastic bag and said it would be better than the paper bag in the seat pocket. I agreed since it was bigger. A few minutes later, the woman in front of me was exhibiting the same signs as the young girl and requested one of the bigger plastic barf bags. 3 minutes after her, the woman 3 rows in front of me, jumped on the bandwagon for the puke parade. I know what you’re thinking, “Wow, 3 people puking around you…that’s gross. What did you do?” Well, what could I do? And then it happened…the baby’s head starting spinning and pea soup came shooting out, but not into a bag. “Are we there yet!!??” crossed my mind but I chose restraint instead. The plane landed a few minutes later. I’m sure you wish there was more to this tale, but I’m happy to report there’s not. Isn’t that enough? You people are sick.
I Want To Be A Geek When I Grow Up
Posted by Versa Dave in Geekdom on March 12th, 2010
I remember being a kid and always wanting my Dad to be a speaker for Career Day at school. I was proud of the fact that he was in the Navy and made a career out of it. Unfortunately, he was gone and out to see a lot. I don’t blame him; that’s the nature of the beast.
A few weeks ago, my oldest daughter’s counselor at school spoke with me and asked if I’d be interested in speaking at Career Day. At first, I felt immature and inexperienced, but I realized that I was able to do this. I’ve been in my field for 7 years now, and I think I’m qualified to talk to elementary school students about the perils of IT. I agreed to do it.
Today was the day of doom. It started off with an introduction to the Smart Board; which was a little embarrassing since the IT guy had no clue how to operate it. Eventually I decided against it since we ran out of time. I was scheduled for 4 classes to come in and listen to my presentation. I came prepared with 5-6 bullet point items, a poster board with some pictures, a router and an HP DL360 server. I was provided lunch by the faculty and staff, but quite honestly, I was looking forward to the cafeteria food. Today was taco salad. I was hoping they were having the rectangular pizza so I could dip it in ketchup; mmmm good. My daughter’s class was the last one to come in and turned out to be the least talkative. I had a hard time getting my daughter to shut up and an even harder time to get the other kids in her class to talk and ask questions.
I opened each class presentation the same way though. “Hi I’m Mr. Mills and I run the Internet.”
Rhyen’s First Vlog
Posted by Versa Dave in Versa Life on February 13th, 2010
I can’t think of a better place for Rhyen to record her first vlog than in an Apple store. FTW.
Vlogging Advice From A Pro
Posted by Versa Dave in Geekdom, Versa Life on February 4th, 2010
This past week, I went to New York for a business trip. I flew in on Sunday night and had some time to kill before the week started. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that if I was gonna be that close to @princessleah7x, then we HAD to meet in person. She picked me up from the airport in true style and headed into Long Island. She took me to this happenin’ sports bar near her house called The Main Event. Good burger and LOTS of TVs. At one point during the night, I decided to capture some video of Leah’s words of wisdom on vlogging. I happen to be self-conscious about vlogging because I think my face always looks too fat. Leah seems to think people would be interested. Check it out.
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