I am back. I am not sure what to write today. I know that hurricane Katrina did a nice job on New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf coast. I am waiting for either Jerry Falwell or Pat Robertson to say it is the wrath of the Lord on the sinners of these areas. Hell, they got their shots in on New York after 9/11, why not the South now?
That was a random pot shot on my part, but it is well deserved. Then again, who am I to judge, obviously not Pat Robertson. I do not want anybody to take offense, well to be truthful I really do not care, but my intent is not to offend or inflame anybody's passions here. I try to save that for the dark and it is still light. The voices cannot be heard yet, but they will have their say. They always do, I am learning.
I can see summer is winding down. I would say it is sad but let's get real. There is another one around the corner. It is just the natural cycle of things. That is a plus about living in a climate with four discernable seasons. Now the truth is that lately we do not have much of a spring. It goes from winter to some crazy heat (in March or April) back to winter-like right to crazy summer heat. They are talking, who the fuck are "they" anyway, about it being a warm September and October. I don't know and does it make a difference at this point, right now. NO!!!!!!
That is enough talk of the weather. In fact, how dull is that? I guess I really do not have much more to say, so ciao.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
Hair on the brain
I am back. I have had a weekend to think about things and see stuff. It has all come back to hair stories. It is like I have in grown hair on my head and it is tickling my brain, or what I pass off as a brain. In any event, here it goes.
On Saturday, the wife and I went out for dinner with her friend and her husband. We went to this Asian type of restaurant (The Green Papaya) as it serves a sort of Thai/Vietnamese type of food. It is good, love that cilantro. Anyway, the husband, who turned 50, was mentioning that his hair felt very short as he had just got it cut. It was shorter than he was used to. I noticed that for his age he had a good head of hair. I turned to my wife and said that he could get quite the mullet out of his hair if he wanted. The thought of it made me chuckle, but what doesn't.
As were sitting, me facing the front window (I get anxious when my back is to a plate glass window, I figure when they come to off me, I want to see the bullet coming, but that is just me) I got a good view of the back of the head of the guy sitting at the next table. I noticed that he had a pony tail, though a shortish one. I start to notice that he is bald on top but cannot tell his age or hair color as it is sort of reddish in the pony but pulled back really tight. He turns around and I get that "who the fuck do you think you are fooling" revelation. This was no ordinary pony tail but an older and graying man's attempt at using a pony tail as a comb over type of deal. He had his bald spot on his crown and still had hair in the front. He grew it really long and combed it over and tied it all in a lovely pony tail. He had a part like John Belushi doing the old "Samurai" skits on SNL. We left the restaurant and I was compelled to ask my wife, "What was the deal with comb over pony tail? Who does he think he is fooling?" I mean he was with a woman (wife or girlfriend I presume), how does she allow him to leave the house like that? Who is he trying to fool? If it is others, it ain't working and if it is himself, then it is just sad.
On to Sunday, we were at an engagement party brunch for my cousin's daughter, who would also be a cousin. I saw my cousin and his brother, also a cousin, and noticed that for guys in their 50s, they also had impressive heads of hair. They both have hair like their father, my uncle, who had coarse, wiry hair as I recall. Sort of like pubic hair on their heads. My cousin, whose daughter is getting married, had his hair sort of staightened and brushed back. It just puffed out toward the sides. I was wondering if going with the Dr. Zeus hairdo was by design or accident. It was just an observation but he did seem to pull the hairstyle out of Planet of the Apes. But it looks good on him.
That is all for today. Ciao.
On Saturday, the wife and I went out for dinner with her friend and her husband. We went to this Asian type of restaurant (The Green Papaya) as it serves a sort of Thai/Vietnamese type of food. It is good, love that cilantro. Anyway, the husband, who turned 50, was mentioning that his hair felt very short as he had just got it cut. It was shorter than he was used to. I noticed that for his age he had a good head of hair. I turned to my wife and said that he could get quite the mullet out of his hair if he wanted. The thought of it made me chuckle, but what doesn't.
As were sitting, me facing the front window (I get anxious when my back is to a plate glass window, I figure when they come to off me, I want to see the bullet coming, but that is just me) I got a good view of the back of the head of the guy sitting at the next table. I noticed that he had a pony tail, though a shortish one. I start to notice that he is bald on top but cannot tell his age or hair color as it is sort of reddish in the pony but pulled back really tight. He turns around and I get that "who the fuck do you think you are fooling" revelation. This was no ordinary pony tail but an older and graying man's attempt at using a pony tail as a comb over type of deal. He had his bald spot on his crown and still had hair in the front. He grew it really long and combed it over and tied it all in a lovely pony tail. He had a part like John Belushi doing the old "Samurai" skits on SNL. We left the restaurant and I was compelled to ask my wife, "What was the deal with comb over pony tail? Who does he think he is fooling?" I mean he was with a woman (wife or girlfriend I presume), how does she allow him to leave the house like that? Who is he trying to fool? If it is others, it ain't working and if it is himself, then it is just sad.
On to Sunday, we were at an engagement party brunch for my cousin's daughter, who would also be a cousin. I saw my cousin and his brother, also a cousin, and noticed that for guys in their 50s, they also had impressive heads of hair. They both have hair like their father, my uncle, who had coarse, wiry hair as I recall. Sort of like pubic hair on their heads. My cousin, whose daughter is getting married, had his hair sort of staightened and brushed back. It just puffed out toward the sides. I was wondering if going with the Dr. Zeus hairdo was by design or accident. It was just an observation but he did seem to pull the hairstyle out of Planet of the Apes. But it looks good on him.
That is all for today. Ciao.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
40 Year Old Virgin
I am back. I am not sure why, though. I must say that I went to see "40 Year Old Virgin" over the weekend. I can honestly say that I have not laughed that hard at a movie in the longest time. It was laugh out loud funny, and do not think I have done that since I saw "Animal House" back in the summer of '78. Steve Carrell is funny. He is a loser but not in a creepy way, which makes the movie rather enjoyable. The body waxing scene is a scream and worth the price of admission on its own. Damn, I think I like to hear others shriek in pain. I am now thinking that my calling has been missed or that in a former life (where are you, Shirley MacLaine) I was the torture guy in some dungeon. That would explain my love of the basement.
I do recommend the movie, though, for what it is worth. His buddies in the film are a scream as well. It is well written and well acted. Judd Apatow has his hands all over it. He is the guy who brought us "Freaks and Geeks" and "Undeclared" on television. I never was able to really watch F&G but did enjoy Undeclared. In fact, a couple of actors (at least) from that show end up it the movie, including Louden Wainwright, former folk singer, father of Rufus Wainwright and former husband of one of the McArigle sisters.
That is all. I gave you a brief movie review for your reading pleasure. It is not what is expected of myself, but....such is my life. Ciao!
I do recommend the movie, though, for what it is worth. His buddies in the film are a scream as well. It is well written and well acted. Judd Apatow has his hands all over it. He is the guy who brought us "Freaks and Geeks" and "Undeclared" on television. I never was able to really watch F&G but did enjoy Undeclared. In fact, a couple of actors (at least) from that show end up it the movie, including Louden Wainwright, former folk singer, father of Rufus Wainwright and former husband of one of the McArigle sisters.
That is all. I gave you a brief movie review for your reading pleasure. It is not what is expected of myself, but....such is my life. Ciao!
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
What is with Pat Robertson?
I am back. I have only one question to ask today, what the fuck is with Pat Robertson? For those of you who do not know he is a tele-evangelist (the 700 Club) who basically stated that the US should kill Hugo Chavez, the leader of Venezuela. I am no fan of Chavez, but where does a religious man call for the killing of another human being, who in no way is a direct threat to him? I am being to wonder about things now.
I have no problem with religion, but what is with the "certainty" of the Evangelicals? Here, we have Pat Robertson advocating the cold blooded killing of a man because of his politics. I am thinking that if I do not like your ideals or beliefs then you are subject to death. I guess that works as a way of quieting dissent. Unfortunately, it really destroys learning as well. It is as if Pat Robertson, and those like him, believe that they know all that there is to know. Yet, it does not come across by their words and deeds, which would refute the very notion of their own enlightenment. It is scary.
Besides, Chavez is harmless and a bit of a left wing moron. He is cozying up to Castro and just loves to ratchet up the Anti-American rhetoric. He is a modern day Che Guevarra. That is great because we all know what happened to Guevarra. Besides, as he cozies up to Castro and talks of the "people", all one has to do is look at Cuba's people to see how Communism/Socialism has helped them. They are all better off since Castro took power in '59. Undoubtedly some are better off, but the majority are dirt poor and even worse off since their Soviet benefactors disintegrated in the early 90s.
Capitalism is messy and ugly. Unfortunately, it is the best system we have. I did sort of paraphrase Churchill's position on Democracy, but it is true. Socialism does not work well, just look at the Socialist Democracies. They lose rich tax payers and over burden their workers with taxes leading to inefficient and relatively unproductive economies. It is like a giant Ponzi scheme that will have to reckoned with at some point. Communism is even worse. I mean, Marx was an idiot. He formulated a utopic (?) system of human interaction and social organization that factored out humanity and psychology. Surprise! It does not work. He had the transition from capitalism to dictatorship of the proletariat to worker's paradise. The problem is that what, beyond some sort of ideological purity, would be the impetus for those leading the dictatorship of the proletariat to give up power? There is none, as they were able to feather their own nest and "pay" for their own protection. That was the USSR in a nutshell. And we know what happened to them (Thank You, Ronald Reagan).
Again, I ask Pat Robertson, what is the harm with Chavez? History's lessons are writ large for all to see. He is selling snake oil and will found out for what he is, no substance and not much style. Pat, what is your excuse? Ciao.
I have no problem with religion, but what is with the "certainty" of the Evangelicals? Here, we have Pat Robertson advocating the cold blooded killing of a man because of his politics. I am thinking that if I do not like your ideals or beliefs then you are subject to death. I guess that works as a way of quieting dissent. Unfortunately, it really destroys learning as well. It is as if Pat Robertson, and those like him, believe that they know all that there is to know. Yet, it does not come across by their words and deeds, which would refute the very notion of their own enlightenment. It is scary.
Besides, Chavez is harmless and a bit of a left wing moron. He is cozying up to Castro and just loves to ratchet up the Anti-American rhetoric. He is a modern day Che Guevarra. That is great because we all know what happened to Guevarra. Besides, as he cozies up to Castro and talks of the "people", all one has to do is look at Cuba's people to see how Communism/Socialism has helped them. They are all better off since Castro took power in '59. Undoubtedly some are better off, but the majority are dirt poor and even worse off since their Soviet benefactors disintegrated in the early 90s.
Capitalism is messy and ugly. Unfortunately, it is the best system we have. I did sort of paraphrase Churchill's position on Democracy, but it is true. Socialism does not work well, just look at the Socialist Democracies. They lose rich tax payers and over burden their workers with taxes leading to inefficient and relatively unproductive economies. It is like a giant Ponzi scheme that will have to reckoned with at some point. Communism is even worse. I mean, Marx was an idiot. He formulated a utopic (?) system of human interaction and social organization that factored out humanity and psychology. Surprise! It does not work. He had the transition from capitalism to dictatorship of the proletariat to worker's paradise. The problem is that what, beyond some sort of ideological purity, would be the impetus for those leading the dictatorship of the proletariat to give up power? There is none, as they were able to feather their own nest and "pay" for their own protection. That was the USSR in a nutshell. And we know what happened to them (Thank You, Ronald Reagan).
Again, I ask Pat Robertson, what is the harm with Chavez? History's lessons are writ large for all to see. He is selling snake oil and will found out for what he is, no substance and not much style. Pat, what is your excuse? Ciao.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Then the sky turned black
I am back. I have to say that we had a wicked rainstorm here on Friday. It was like it was night at about three thirty in the afternoon. Then the skies opened up and deluge began. It got so bad that the Don River, a river of green filth and slime that runs through the city, flooded and filled some low lying streets. I caught the aftermath of one and a car was on top of another car. It was as if the one car was up and humping the other car, like two dogs. It was surreal. As well, a part of a street that was over a culvert that could not handle the volume of water was washed away. It was cool and freaky.
I saw a willow tree blown on its side. The roots were sticking out of the torn sod. It was cool. Traffic, of course, was a nightmare. It took me an hour and a half to get to my outlaws' home, which is normally a twenty minute drive. That was frustrating but I did get to witness the aftermath, and see two cars fucking, that has to be worth something. Like the blackout of 2003, it was an experience.
The worst part is that in an earlier storm cell in the morning, our neighbor had a tree in her backyard hit by lightning. It fell on the hydro wire and blackedout the area. It was not so bad but it did fry my son's X-Box. This is the second time this has happened to it. It did not screw up any other electronics and the TV, VCR, DVD and phone were plugged into the same power bar. He was upset. I called today and they wanted me to pay $120 to get it fixed and for shipping. I can get a new one for $150. Then my wife called and sweet talked them into to doing for free and picking up the shipping costs, too. I usually do that!
She was good. She was direct with what she wanted, polite, and gave a great sob story about how upset our son is and the fact that he saved for a year, which he did, to buy the X-Box two years ago. I am waiting for the box to pack it in and then will send it out. Woo-hoo!
That is all for today. Ciao.
I saw a willow tree blown on its side. The roots were sticking out of the torn sod. It was cool. Traffic, of course, was a nightmare. It took me an hour and a half to get to my outlaws' home, which is normally a twenty minute drive. That was frustrating but I did get to witness the aftermath, and see two cars fucking, that has to be worth something. Like the blackout of 2003, it was an experience.
The worst part is that in an earlier storm cell in the morning, our neighbor had a tree in her backyard hit by lightning. It fell on the hydro wire and blackedout the area. It was not so bad but it did fry my son's X-Box. This is the second time this has happened to it. It did not screw up any other electronics and the TV, VCR, DVD and phone were plugged into the same power bar. He was upset. I called today and they wanted me to pay $120 to get it fixed and for shipping. I can get a new one for $150. Then my wife called and sweet talked them into to doing for free and picking up the shipping costs, too. I usually do that!
She was good. She was direct with what she wanted, polite, and gave a great sob story about how upset our son is and the fact that he saved for a year, which he did, to buy the X-Box two years ago. I am waiting for the box to pack it in and then will send it out. Woo-hoo!
That is all for today. Ciao.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
The vast wasteland that is television or why do US televsion executives have no sense of humor
I am back. I am almost excited (how excited should a person be by something on television, network television?) because NBC is running two hours of The Office tonight. I missed most of its Tuesday night run earlier. I think that Steve Carrell is very funny, too. It is not as clever or funny as the British series from which it was adapted.
This made me think. This is not some anti-American rant, either, I mean, one of my country's greatest export to the US has been funny people (see Mike Myers, Martin Short, John Candy, Lorne Michaels, Dan Aykroyd, the list goes on with much pride). I just find it funny that the US has tried to adapt a number of funny British comedies without success. Just look at Coupling. I have been watching the orginal, British show on PBS and it is clever and funny. The NBC version, with Rena Sofer, was vapid and plain unfunny. What is up with that?
It is similar to The Office. The British version is much funnier. The NBC version, though it has Steve Carrell, has been dumbed down and sanitized. The character is not as "evil" or "mean", he is just made dumber, so as to excuse his ineptitude or at least rationalize it away. That is not funny. It is just sad.
It reminds of me of the trouble they had making "Animal House". When the concept was pitched to studio executives, of an older generation, they could not see it. They could not figure out why anybody would root for the Deltas. They just could not see the beauty of an anti-hero and the humor derived from it.
Out of fear of tweaking some presumed American sensibility, these clever shows are dumbed down removing the humor as a by-product. It happened with the Jay Mohr series "Action". It was a funny, funny show, though Jay Mohr's character, a Hollywood producer, was not somebody you wanted to succeed, as he was a shit. That was the funny part. It was supposed to be an HBO series but ended up on FOX and did not last long. At least, HBO lets Larry David be Larry David, and that is funny!
That is all for today. Ciao.
This made me think. This is not some anti-American rant, either, I mean, one of my country's greatest export to the US has been funny people (see Mike Myers, Martin Short, John Candy, Lorne Michaels, Dan Aykroyd, the list goes on with much pride). I just find it funny that the US has tried to adapt a number of funny British comedies without success. Just look at Coupling. I have been watching the orginal, British show on PBS and it is clever and funny. The NBC version, with Rena Sofer, was vapid and plain unfunny. What is up with that?
It is similar to The Office. The British version is much funnier. The NBC version, though it has Steve Carrell, has been dumbed down and sanitized. The character is not as "evil" or "mean", he is just made dumber, so as to excuse his ineptitude or at least rationalize it away. That is not funny. It is just sad.
It reminds of me of the trouble they had making "Animal House". When the concept was pitched to studio executives, of an older generation, they could not see it. They could not figure out why anybody would root for the Deltas. They just could not see the beauty of an anti-hero and the humor derived from it.
Out of fear of tweaking some presumed American sensibility, these clever shows are dumbed down removing the humor as a by-product. It happened with the Jay Mohr series "Action". It was a funny, funny show, though Jay Mohr's character, a Hollywood producer, was not somebody you wanted to succeed, as he was a shit. That was the funny part. It was supposed to be an HBO series but ended up on FOX and did not last long. At least, HBO lets Larry David be Larry David, and that is funny!
That is all for today. Ciao.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Hair? Cows? Where does it all end, or begin?
I am back. If anybody is need of somebody to mediate a dispute, I am the guy. Let me know. That is all for my shameless plug, not to be confused with my hair plugs. I do not have them, but recently had my head "shaved" to within about a half inch of scalp and brain, it may even have been shorter. In any event, I noticed something that really disturbed me. The front of my hair/head, has become rather thin. As the hair has grown, it is covered but I am getting a bald spot on the crown of my head, too. I am non to pleased about this. It has not stopped me from growing hair on my back, like some kind of werewolf (there really is not enough there for me to make it all the way to the simian side of things, though you will be the first to know if that happens). Am I being mocked by time? Then again, does time really give a shit about me? I am thinking that time mocks us all, so the joke is on each of us, only it is funnier when it happens to others and not me. That is my perspective anyway.
I was just reading that in Russia there was a marijuana bust. The stuff was growing on a farm with cattle. In getting the plants, they destroyed the sunflowers and other plants that the cattle grazed on. Now, they are going to feed the marijuana to the cows over winter. I am wondering if it ain't too bad to be a Russian cow, now. Then again, you may want to think about purchasing Russian cheese (then again, given Chernobyl, I would think twice and then run fast the other way). I am also not sure I want to be in a field with a herd of munched out cows. Things could get ugly. Mooooo-mannnn!
I think that I have said enough for today. Enjoy and ciao!
I was just reading that in Russia there was a marijuana bust. The stuff was growing on a farm with cattle. In getting the plants, they destroyed the sunflowers and other plants that the cattle grazed on. Now, they are going to feed the marijuana to the cows over winter. I am wondering if it ain't too bad to be a Russian cow, now. Then again, you may want to think about purchasing Russian cheese (then again, given Chernobyl, I would think twice and then run fast the other way). I am also not sure I want to be in a field with a herd of munched out cows. Things could get ugly. Mooooo-mannnn!
I think that I have said enough for today. Enjoy and ciao!
Monday, August 15, 2005
Ten days and where have I been
I am back. I know it is ten days later but I was busy. I had been taking a course to get a Certificate in Dispute Resolution. It was interesting but intense in terms of the depth and breadth of materials that needed to be read and synthesized. It was worth it though. It is now completed, or at least the work done, so I should have more time to update and observe.
I did notice something the other evening. I was driving to pick up the lad and came to a stop sign. Stopped at the four way stop to my left was a car with four people in it. I am figuring by what I saw that the average age of the people in that car was near 139 years old. The woman driving was going so slow that if she were going any slower she would be moving backwards. The thought occurred to me that I would think that given how old they were, and how much closer to death they were, that they would be moving with a greater sense of urgency. I mean that last thing that I would be doing in that situation is gliding through an intersection. I am near death and I have places to be and people to see, time is of the essence. Not this lady, though. There was no sense of urgency there. I am now thinking that perhaps she was already dead but nobody was kind enough to let her know, so she was allowed to drive. Or it was "Ghost Car", the haunted car of old people everywhere, just doomed to cruise the neighborhood for eternity.
That is all for today, ciao.
I did notice something the other evening. I was driving to pick up the lad and came to a stop sign. Stopped at the four way stop to my left was a car with four people in it. I am figuring by what I saw that the average age of the people in that car was near 139 years old. The woman driving was going so slow that if she were going any slower she would be moving backwards. The thought occurred to me that I would think that given how old they were, and how much closer to death they were, that they would be moving with a greater sense of urgency. I mean that last thing that I would be doing in that situation is gliding through an intersection. I am near death and I have places to be and people to see, time is of the essence. Not this lady, though. There was no sense of urgency there. I am now thinking that perhaps she was already dead but nobody was kind enough to let her know, so she was allowed to drive. Or it was "Ghost Car", the haunted car of old people everywhere, just doomed to cruise the neighborhood for eternity.
That is all for today, ciao.
Friday, August 05, 2005
"Well Adjusted" is the truth
I am back. Let me be brief. I know that this blog is properly named. I have spent the majority of this week adjusting myself. It has been damn hot and humid here, as it has for most of July. I have been adjusting myself for a while, so I better well be well adjusted by now. Of course, I could just be enjoying the sense of touch. How pathetic yet funny. That is all I have to say so have a great weekend! Ciao!
Thursday, August 04, 2005
So many questions, so.....many questions
I am back. I did not post yesterday. I wonder what that means. There is question one. I was wondering why do fools fall in love? The best possibility is that so they can breed stupid children, who will grow up to be stupid adults, who will fall in love and perpetuate the stupid gene. The Earth seems to have a shortage of stupid people, according to my astute observations. The only hope for mankind seems to be those old stand bys, natural selection and "accidents". You know those accidents are just a form of natural selection. A little bit of Darwin's Theory of Evolution playing out, for your entertainment and education, right before your eyes.
I do not have a specific example of these things today. I mean I have been chronicling them for months now, so you know they are there.
Are we there yet? That is another oldie but a goodie. That is a reminder of our childhood (sender) and the life of a parent (receiver). I do like the dual perspective now, though. That, and I am much meaner than my father. I feel the need to fuck with my son's head with all those questions. He cannot tell if I am serious or joking. He is like his mother in that way. Damn, I like tormenting those closest to me. No wonder my sister could not stand me. Oh well, that is between her and her analyst, it ain't my problem.
My favorite question as a kid was, when my father would try to herd us into the car to go somewhere, "where are we going?". The reply, which was always so annoying (it was so annoying but ingrained in us that a form of it is on his headstone), was to sing a song from the Broadway show "Paint Your Wagon". It was "where are we going, I don't know, when will we get there, I ain't certain, all that I know, is I am on my way." Imagine hearing that, and keep in mind he would sing it and he was tone deaf (like my brother, they all wish they had my singing voice. I sing and the birds drop dead from the trees and dogs howl along with me, but that is a story for another day.) I wanted to strike him after receiving that song the second time I asked the question and the second time I had to listen to the singing reply. Ahhhh, I miss it now, though (that was the wistful moment of the day).
How do you know? The only good reply is "how can you not know, you dumb fuck!?" That always gets them and puts them in their place. Sure, there may be some hurt feelings but at least there is certainty as to where you stand and what you think. That has to count for something. It can also keep you warm at night, but given the overnight temperatures we have been having here, that is not a problem.
Finally, I leave you with this, shall I say, burning, question. Why does it hurt when I pee? Ciao!
I do not have a specific example of these things today. I mean I have been chronicling them for months now, so you know they are there.
Are we there yet? That is another oldie but a goodie. That is a reminder of our childhood (sender) and the life of a parent (receiver). I do like the dual perspective now, though. That, and I am much meaner than my father. I feel the need to fuck with my son's head with all those questions. He cannot tell if I am serious or joking. He is like his mother in that way. Damn, I like tormenting those closest to me. No wonder my sister could not stand me. Oh well, that is between her and her analyst, it ain't my problem.
My favorite question as a kid was, when my father would try to herd us into the car to go somewhere, "where are we going?". The reply, which was always so annoying (it was so annoying but ingrained in us that a form of it is on his headstone), was to sing a song from the Broadway show "Paint Your Wagon". It was "where are we going, I don't know, when will we get there, I ain't certain, all that I know, is I am on my way." Imagine hearing that, and keep in mind he would sing it and he was tone deaf (like my brother, they all wish they had my singing voice. I sing and the birds drop dead from the trees and dogs howl along with me, but that is a story for another day.) I wanted to strike him after receiving that song the second time I asked the question and the second time I had to listen to the singing reply. Ahhhh, I miss it now, though (that was the wistful moment of the day).
How do you know? The only good reply is "how can you not know, you dumb fuck!?" That always gets them and puts them in their place. Sure, there may be some hurt feelings but at least there is certainty as to where you stand and what you think. That has to count for something. It can also keep you warm at night, but given the overnight temperatures we have been having here, that is not a problem.
Finally, I leave you with this, shall I say, burning, question. Why does it hurt when I pee? Ciao!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Branding, or how to get your name and logo known and out there
I am back. I did encounter a funny, or is that sad, story out of New York. Apparently, a New Yorker who fell off her skateboard has filed a lawsuit against Consolidated Edison, the utility company. Elizabeth Wallenburg, 27, tumbled last summer off her skateboard and fell onto a searing hot manhole cover that burned the company logo just above her buttocks and on her left arm. It looked like she was branded said her lawyer.
Is there a problem here? At 27, why is she riding a skateboard? Okay, I can live with that. But why not sue the fucking sun. It was the sun that heated the manhole cover. How is the fault of the manhole cover, and ConEd? I just do not see it. I mean, imagine the liability if the cover was not on and she fell down the hole. Now that is something that I hope the ConEd lawyers raise. What are they supposed to use to cover the fucking manhole, rubber covers? They would not get hot in the summer hot. They would not soften up and allow you people or things to fall through, right?
The madness has got to stop. In some ways, I am thinking that a 27 year old who skateboards and falls off on a manhole sort of deserves to wear a certain badge or mark of shame. I just never thought that mark would be the ConEd logo, but it works for me. Ciao!
Is there a problem here? At 27, why is she riding a skateboard? Okay, I can live with that. But why not sue the fucking sun. It was the sun that heated the manhole cover. How is the fault of the manhole cover, and ConEd? I just do not see it. I mean, imagine the liability if the cover was not on and she fell down the hole. Now that is something that I hope the ConEd lawyers raise. What are they supposed to use to cover the fucking manhole, rubber covers? They would not get hot in the summer hot. They would not soften up and allow you people or things to fall through, right?
The madness has got to stop. In some ways, I am thinking that a 27 year old who skateboards and falls off on a manhole sort of deserves to wear a certain badge or mark of shame. I just never thought that mark would be the ConEd logo, but it works for me. Ciao!
Monday, August 01, 2005
The world is an odd place
I am back. I came across another story of the ridiculous. Are we human beings so fucking dim? I guess we are and my role in life is to keep pointing it out. Like Homer Simpson says, "It's funny because I don't know the person!"
Dentures Removed From Man's Bronchial Tube
Mon Aug 1, 9:47 AM ET
A Taiwanese man is breathing easier after a surgeon removed a missing set of dentures from one of his bronchial tubes — three years after he lost them in a fall.
Surgeon Chen Chun-lei said the unidentified man visited his clinic several days ago complaining of shortness of breath and a high fever.
The man had no idea the missing denture was the culprit, causing a mild case of pneumonia.
"He had looked for the missing dentures for three years but they were nowhere to be found," Chen said.
Chen operated after an X-ray detected an unknown object in one of his bronchial tubes — what turned out to be the missing denture.
Chen said the 45-year-old man did not suffer serious breathing problems earlier, possibly because the lower denture of eight teeth had stuck in part of the bronchial tube but did not entirely block the passage of air.
"The patient might have needed to have part of his lung removed if the denture was not located before it caused severe damage," Chen said Monday. "He was a lucky man to find it when he did."
I bet he was just eating himself up inside trying to figure where his dentures went. I would never think of looking in my chest if my dentures were missing. By the way, I have all of my teeth, so I can dispell the myth that I am a hillbilly. That is all for today. Ciao!
Dentures Removed From Man's Bronchial Tube
Mon Aug 1, 9:47 AM ET
A Taiwanese man is breathing easier after a surgeon removed a missing set of dentures from one of his bronchial tubes — three years after he lost them in a fall.
Surgeon Chen Chun-lei said the unidentified man visited his clinic several days ago complaining of shortness of breath and a high fever.
The man had no idea the missing denture was the culprit, causing a mild case of pneumonia.
"He had looked for the missing dentures for three years but they were nowhere to be found," Chen said.
Chen operated after an X-ray detected an unknown object in one of his bronchial tubes — what turned out to be the missing denture.
Chen said the 45-year-old man did not suffer serious breathing problems earlier, possibly because the lower denture of eight teeth had stuck in part of the bronchial tube but did not entirely block the passage of air.
"The patient might have needed to have part of his lung removed if the denture was not located before it caused severe damage," Chen said Monday. "He was a lucky man to find it when he did."
I bet he was just eating himself up inside trying to figure where his dentures went. I would never think of looking in my chest if my dentures were missing. By the way, I have all of my teeth, so I can dispell the myth that I am a hillbilly. That is all for today. Ciao!
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