more crapola

I hate receiving gratitude for things I haven't done. Like those signs in the hotel rooms - "thank you for not stealing our towels!" Oh yeah? Maybe I'll take these towels down to the pool and throw them in just for spite. Just for that, I'm taking a couple of your wonderful sandpaper towels that have been God knows where used for God knows what. Hmm maybe not.

I've never been a fan of hiking. People say, "well how do know if you never tried it?" I say, "it's walking around. outside. I get the gist."

I do like mountain biking - it's fast, see more stuff, better workout uphill. Kind of screwed in the mountain department here in North Texas though.

If I lived in Denver, I'd open a bar called The Mile High Club.

Why do some fingernails on certain fingers grow faster than others?

One would think with all the advances in technology in the past 20 years, we could invent a copier that doesn't have to "warm up".

I love speakerphone. It's the best way to tell someone "you're not important enough for me to actually pick up the phone" without having to say it.

And happy Halloween! It's only the best holiday that's not really a holiday.

If I were God...

in the news today

Thanks God. Thanks for your cruel joke a couple weeks ago with the cool weather. Glad to see you still hate Texas.

Powerball is an interesting phenomenon into human sociology. When it's just $4 or $10 million, it's no big deal. But when it gets up to $340 million, all of a sudden there's a "frenzy" to get your ticket. What is people's thresshold as to when they get sucked into the lottery? "Oh it's only at $50 million. Maybe if it was $55 million, I'd play, but $50 million is just not worth my time and $1."

Why do they always name the pandas a Chinese name? So the babies parents are from China - so what? There's lots of Chinese that come here, have kids and give them American names, why not pandas? I think they should anem the panda Fred or Jim Bob or Randy. Yeah Randy the Pandy. Much better.

I see Sylvester Stallone is going to make another Rocky movie. What are you doing, Sylvester? He is really out of money? Did he loose it all on Planet Hollywood? Is Hollywood really out of ideas? C'mon Rock, you were finished after the Russian. Never should've made Rocky V...oh forget it.

That is all for now.

Post #41

Woo Hoo! It's the 41st post extravaganza! I like prime numbers. they're the red headed step children of numbers.

I'm thinking about making a major life change. I would like to live my life with a British accent. I can do it almost flawlessly. I'm doing it right now in your head, am I not? I wonder how long it would take for me to get beat up. It would add an extra element when drunk.

Is it weird that I have a reserve group of boxers? There's 3 pairs of Tommy Hilfiger flannel boxers from 1994 with holes in the crotch large enough that it might be considered a miniskirt, no elastic left in the band. They sit in the back of my drawer wadded up, just waiting for sweet freedom.

I am not my father's son. This weekend the lawnmower wouldn't start for anything. What do I do? Go buy a brand new one. (With self propelled goodness!)

I hate it when I go to a restaurant for the first time and the waiter asks if I’ve eaten there before. Because I know that if I answer yes, I’ll then be subjected to a ten-minute instructional lecture on the intricate aspects of ordering tapas. Listen, if your menu is so complicated that living on earth for 27 years doesn’t give me enough knowledge to properly order from it, I’m probably not going to like any of this weird-ass food anyway.

The Sweet Taste of Middle Management

I've encountered a new experience having moved back to Texas. It's something I haven't felt since my college days of hazing balls. Something that is bitter-sweet, sweet and sour, but mostly sweet if you will (I hate that phrase - I say it to annoy myself). It's working a lot more for a little more pay, with a slight hint of not being at the bottom of the food chain. That my friends is the sweet taste of middle management.

It's working late nights for free to get staffing plans and project cast-aheads done.

It's the extra work of making sure others are busy while still getting all my work done.

It's realizing that these guys in upper management aren't that great and I could don't have to kiss their asses anymore.

But at the end of the day (another phrase I hate) it's getting to boss around the younger kids and deny their vacation and weekends as I head off to mine.

Oh yeah it's sweet.

It's Fucking October!

Please God! Give me a fucking break from this heat!