Obama knows how to party!

I’m sure a majority of you have heard about the uproar caused by CNN’s coverage of the Steubenville, Ohio rape: their initial coverage sounded overly sympathetic for the “fine students whose futures were ruined” and little regard for the girl who was raped. CNN lost a lot of credibility in people’s eyes during that time, which may or may not make this situation even more ironic.

I logged onto the Internet this morning to check my email and my homepage includes a section showing headlines from CNN.com. That section included this picture and caption:

Because Obama’s speeches are just a gunfight waiting to happen.

Given his push for gun regulation after the Newtown massacre… really? How do they think this is going to affect their credibility? I’m not outraged, demanding an apology or someone get fired, but seriously, quit screwing around and get back to reporting the news.

“Air Traffic Control, this is Shawn…”

“… coming in for an unscheduled and unpleasant landing.”

With all of the snow and rain that’s been freezing and melting and freezing, the condition of moisture on our driveway has been fluctuating on a pretty regular basis. A few times, we’ve had to clear off over six inches of snow. Last week, it was turning to water and running into the street. Now the temperature has dropped below 32 degrees again and according to my dad, “It’s slicker than slick outside.”

I was walking down the front steps to drive to play rehearsal this evening. (I’m working behind the scenes instead of being on stage this time, but it’s still fun.) I keep my car parked in front of the garage that’s right next to the steps. There have been several instances where I brushed the snow off my car and slipped on a patch of ice located immediately in front of it. No casualties, but I knew it was there. Tonight, for some ungodly reason, it never occurred to me that the melting and freezing might have made that patch of ice bigger.

My foot hit the bottom of the steps and I was airborne.

In retrospect, I think I landed pretty well. Sure, my legs shot up into the air and I landed flat on my back, but I cleared the steps so I didn’t hit any edges. Well, most of me cleared the steps: the back of my head introduced itself to one of the decorative bricks sitting next to the bottom step. Thankfully, my winter hat is made of a thick cotton that’s long enough for me to fold up on itself, so the two layers cushioned the impact. Aside from the potential loss of dignity (and who really needs that, anyway?), I strained the left side of my neck and that’s about it.

I ended up being late to rehearsal: I didn’t plan extra time for brushing and scraping off my car plus a few more brief slips on the driveway—I was taking short steps to maintain a tight center of gravity, so I stayed upright. I eventually made it there in one piece, then drove home and walked up the front steps in one piece as well, going the long way around the car to avoid that booby-trapped section of the driveway. I can usually remember a lesson after learning it the hard way just once.

A Scout is…

It’s been a very long time since I’ve gotten the jitters upon receiving an unexpected email that didn’t involve Nigerian princes or horny women. That changed this afternoon when I checked my Inbox via my phone and found a message from the Boy Scouts of America. It wasn’t asking for money or suggesting I watch Are You Tougher Than A Boy Scout? on the National Geographic Channel, Mondays at 8:00/7:00 Central. (Sadly, it coincides with our own Boy Scout troop meetings, so I haven’t seen it yet.)

The email requested that I take a survey because “The Boy Scouts of America is in the process of a careful and deliberate review of our membership policy, as it relates to national membership restriction regarding sexual orientation.”

I cannot tell you how awesome I think this is. I’m immensely proud of being an Eagle Scout and an Assistant Scoutmaster. (I don’t care how many people have said I’m the worst Eagle Scout ever after seeing me crash and burn on Beauty and the Geek, I’m still proud of it.) One thing I haven’t liked about the Scouting program is their anti-gay policy. I know a lot of other people who agree with me, some to a much greater extent: they’ve mailed their Eagle Award certificates back to the National Office. I’m not willing to protest to that extent because that would feel like I was giving up on the program entirely. I don’t like that one policy, but being involved in Scouting has done me a lot of good over my lifetime and I want as many kids as possible to share in those experiences, sexual preference be damned. Needless to say, I was excited to get that email and opened up the survey immediately. Continue reading “A Scout is…”

Pretty Nice Machine

Some of you reading this are teenagers, some of you were teenagers and some will be teenagers. (If you don’t fit any of those three categories, you have some explaining to do.)

I was a teenager many, many… many years ago. Back then, life was good, but it wasn’t perfect. I suffered through occasional bouts of teen (and the rarely-recognized-but-still-noteworthy twenty-something) angst. When I was in a crappy mood, sometimes I’d put Pretty Hate Machine by Nine Inch Nails into my CD player and feel even crappier. In retrospect, it was probably counterproductive, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Now that’s gone. The album was always reliable before, but then I found this song on the Internet: Call Me A Hole. Now if I’m stuck in the midst of some even-more-rarely-recognized-but-still-noteworthy thirty-something angst, I’m stuck hearing Trent Reznor’s lyrics swallowed up, then pooped out with pop music in the background. How the hell am I supposed to feel crappier when I’m tapping my toes to the beat? Man, if I wasn’t enjoying the song, I’d be feeling soooooo much angst right now.

[Note: If you follow the link to the website, the song may not play properly. Refreshing the page should solve the problem.]

Opening posts for sharing is caring

I’m continuing to copy and paste old entries—I opened Document61 earlier this afternoon—and getting things organized by month and year on my hard drive. The whole process was getting a little too frustrating because when I wanted to search for a particular entry, loading all of the “Share this” buttons was taking forever. (You probably noticed it already and were too polite to say anything.) Thus, for the sake of limiting further pains in the tushie, those buttons are no longer on the main page. If you want to “like” something or tweet it or share it somehow, you’ll have to open the individual post. I hope the change makes for better surfing for the rest of you as well.

Hacked, shmacked…

Some of you may have tried accessing shawnbakken.net over the last few days and it looked a little screwy. Well, that’s because we keep getting hacked. The web host is doing everything it can to fix the problem, but these hackers are apparently very persistent. It’s possible that by the time you click a link to get here via Twitter, Facebook or some other feed, the site’ll be down again, I really don’t know. That’s a shame because I have a couple entries I want to write, but before that point, I need to start backing up blog entries: I haven’t done any copying and pasting since June ’11. That’s a lot of months, so I better get to work in case we get both hacked and shmacked the next time around.