Saturday, January 27, 2007

Randomness: The Return of the Sick

I would rather break a bone or sprain a joint than have stomach flu.

Who started the "Styling" of hair? Cause they ought to have their butts kicked.

The "Buy it Now" option on E-Bay seems to be such a contradiction of the concept of a bidding site.

Sometimes I think it would be fun to be Jewish, cause then it would be okay to make comments like "Oy Vey!" I do it anyway, but then it would be more legit.

Didn't AT&T just "become" Cingular? Now Cingular is the "NEW AT&T?"

Remember the short basketball shorts? Do you think they'll ever come back into fashion? (Interesting concept...)

Some of the best structures I ever built were out of Lego's. WHY isn't there bigger Lego's that I could build/rebuild a house out of?

I love Animal Planet!

Personal hygiene seems to go out the window when you have stomach flu.

Saturday, January 20, 2007


I'm officially announcing that I'm considering forming an exploratory commission to examine the effectiveness and possibilities associated with a potential run for the presidential office in this land that I love.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Nose Hairs

Sure, no one really LIKES nose hairs. I suppose some may like them, but then there's people who like Pontiac Aztec's, so there's something for everyone.

Well, I HATE nose hairs. I will put everything on hold, drop anything I'm doing, and ignore everyone I'm around just to go pluck a rogue nose hair. Now, I'm not a public plucker, but if I had to, I think I could. I have tweezers at work. I have them at home. For my next birthday, I'm hoping for a pair for my car. Maybe they'd have a little X5 symbol on them. They'd go with my car.

I encourage plucking in others. I look at it as a noble trait. I DETEST looking at someone, thinking, "oh, what a fine looking mustache you've got" and then realizing she's just got long nose hairs framing her upper lip. Not sexy. And men, you don't have any excuse. Just cause you're a guy it doesn't mean you get to neglect your nostrils.

So please, oh please, in these days of so many other horrible wars, famines, pestilences and other horrible things; don't make it worse by letting your nose hairs come out from the end of your nose! I beg of you! PLUCK!!!

Thank you for your time.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007


I know, it's been almost as long as the break between Rocky V and the new Rocky Balboa. It's been almost as long as it takes Nancy Pelosi to do her hair. It's seemed as long as it taken (taking) Jack, Sawyer, Freckles and the crew to figure out what in the hell is going on on that island(s). It's as long as it takes to LOSE the holiday pounds. Nearly as long as Jim and Pam have been doing their little "love" dance, with hardly any progress.

Yes, it's been THAT long! I know, and I apologize to all of you (okay, who am I kidding, I'm SO sorry Kat!) for taking this long, shall we call it a hiatus... Writers block, and lack of sleep seem to go hand in hand for me. Not to mention, the holiday's leave me with only visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, and that's already been done.

So here I sit, watching MASH (Episode "Deal Me Out" from 1973), reflecting on the time it has taken me to climb back on the saddle of blogging. I'm trying to let the waxing begin. I'm trying to let the license start. I'm even opting for the road less traveled.

And I got nothing.