I’m an ass. Hands down, I’m an ass. OH! HANDS DOWN MY ASS! No, no…I can’t stand taking pictures. I really hate them. I feel stupid standing there waiting for a picture to be taken. So, I reckon that if I’m going to feel stupid then I may as well act stupid. I don’t think […]
Sunday was a fun day. Angela, Rob, Amy and I went to the National Zoo to see the baby panda. I think its name is Tae Kwon Do or something (ok, ok! Yeesh! Tai Shan! Freaking panda lovers!). It was a freezing day with winds of up to a kajillion miles an hour. We were determined to see the ball of fuzz and see what all the fuss was about.
Ok, actually I’m not. I’ve just been so busy and so tired lately that I haven’t had ample time to update this thing with my brain vomit. In any event, here’s some brief goings on –
I don’t know if I’m getting more and more sensitive to getting older. Well, that’s a lie. I AM getting sensitive to it. One of the things that struck me as a sign of the impending Apocalypse was the use of music in commercials. You know that moment when you have a realization that ‘Oh, My God! I know that song! I love that song!’ and then it dawns on you that you love the music because it was played during your youth. That’s what I’m talking about. What’s worse is when the music becomes bastardized.
Last week some of my former co-workers gave me a heads up that one of my former employees died of a heart attack. After I left the big corporate behemoth late last year, he departed for another contract. Even though he was shifted to my department and only worked for me for a few months, I still considered him ‘one of my own’. What can I say? It is the Mother Hen in me.
I am all for professional sports. Hell, I’m good for almost any sport. I’m pretty sure that if I put my mind to it I would enjoy curling. Coming from the Washington, DC, area you have to realize the wealth of sports in the area. There are numerous teams and institutions that a person could root for. And that’s what this post is about. Rooting. Cheering. Especially during the Super Bowl.
I know I haven’t updated this in a while but things have been hectic and disheartening and amusing and everything in between. And my wife won’t get off my back because I was throwing up blood. Yeesh. Until an organ pops out, I don’t see any problem with it. I mean, I’m still concious, right? […]
New Year’s is right around the corner and that means that time is just flying by. Man. I must say that it has been an interesting year. Here are some highlights and lowlights:
Bah. I have to upgrade my software. Anyone who has ever seen me do this with the Nest-Egg Designs forums already knows that this is a hit-or-miss event. Sort of like watching me grill food: it can either come out tasting amazingly good and wonderful or it can be a lovely inedible piece of flaming, […]
Christmas Eve. 6:18 in the morning. I’ve been awake for a bit and I’m tempted not to wake Angela to go shopping with me. I love this time of the year! I think I have some of the weirdest traditions, but who cares. This is the best. 🙂 Just so everyone doesn’t think that I’m […]
Ahhhh! Today is Angela’s last day at the job she’s been at for the past 6 years or so. YAY!
I got news today and I’m not sure how to take it. One of my girlfriends, we’ll call her “Lisa” to hide her identity, has a new man in her life.
I love this time of the year. Yes, yes…I’m a lech. So bite me. Anyhow, this is one of the few times of the year the high school and college bunnies are all out of school and out shopping in force.
So…this is the first time in about 10 years that I don’t have employees to dawdle over. I miss it. I mean, I REALLY miss it. Every year was different, even when I wasn’t in charge – I would buy my co-workers/employees non-denominational holiday ornaments, organize a voluntary gift exchange and most likely take them out to an all expenses paid lunch/dinner/happy hour. This year I don’t have that. And for the first time in a long time at work I feel alone.
I am a marketing person’s dream. Especially when it comes to food. I’m not talking about your high class cuisine here – not caviar or cheeses whose name I can’t pronounce or nouveau cuisine. I’m talking good old junk food, fast food and anything that might come in weird packaging or colors. I swear this will somehow be the death of me. Death by shitty food. Great. So much for my ultimate dream of death by scantily clad bunnies.
Watching television can sometimes be a hit or miss situation. Sometimes you hit some real gems; sometimes you find yourself eyes deep in cow shit. Is there a middle ground? Maybe just a little. My middle ground is downloading anime or watching a movie on DVD. God, I hate television these days. I defy someone […]
I had dinner with Stacy the other night. We had been planning this for at least a week or two and we finally decided on a date and time.
Here are some little tidbits that are mulling about in this cavernous wasteland I call a brain.
3 Things I Love/3 Things I Fear. The title pretty much says it all, ass monkey.
I started my new job yesterday and the difference between the 2 hour commute and the 5 minute commute is absolutely amazing.
I was walking through the gorcery store the other day and, as I’m prone to do, I made my way immediately to the magazine stand. I LOVE MAGAZINES! They’re like books for the attention deficit generation.
In a fit of masochism, I went out on Black Friday – the day after Thanksgiving – at 5am to see what shopping what the shopping was like.
So, here it is. Thanksgiving is upon us and it is the American holiday where we give thanks. I’m not going to go into the historical aspects of it. If you want to know about the bountiful harvest or the giant robotic Turkey that almost destroyed Plymouth Rock but was defeated by the Pilgrims and Indians, then you’ll have to search elsewhere.
Ah, yes. Tis this season to be…well. You decide what you want to be.
I have to ride the elevator up numerous floors. Sometimes it is like Russian roulette – you ride alone or you ride with at least one other person. While taking this vertical journey I found my mind racing about numerous things with regards to the elevator
Just catching up with interesting nuggets in my life.
It is amazing how much headway you can make with women when they know you’re not trying to get into their pants.