There is so much bad television out there. Or maybe it is just the TV shows that Angela likes to watch. All I know is that I came home from work the other day to catch her watching the VH1 show “But Can They Sing?”, part of their Celebreality series. OH. MY. GOD. This show was horrible.

So, my paintball excursion came and went. We had close to 40 people show up and it was a darn good time.

I picture tomorrow to first be like herding cats and then like the first scenes of ‘Saving Private Ryan’.

You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a woman. Think about it: in the war of the sexes throughout the ages there used to be only a very few people who actually knew what it would have been like to be both a woman and a man (the prime example is the Oracle Tieresias). Of course medical science has come a long way and these days it is relatively easy for someone to change their gender. But that’s not what I’m talking about. What I’m talking about is what would I be like if I were born a girl?

You know, being the new guy at a new job always has its disadvantages. ..

…To us, sex was taking my Superman doll and making him kiss my sister’s Barbie doll. We had an inkling, of course, because my sister would press them together tightly, facing each other, and say ‘Look! They’re in love making babies!’. I didn’t get it…

I hate Halloween. You have no idea how much I hate it. It is the complete opposite of how Angela feels. She LOVES it. Me, I get freaked out by it.

So, a friend of mine celebrated his getting married today. Hmmm. Let’s keep him anonymous and we’ll call him “Sam Sadeghi”. Yes, that will do. He finally stopped playing with his Mr. Happy long enough to actually get hitched to his girlfriend of the past few years. This was all well and good and it was great to see him and his new wife. The thing that was fascinating to observe, though, was how different cultures behave in get togethers.

I hate doctors.

Many of you know that I have the sleeping habits of a bat and that I can get by on only a few hours a night. When I say ‘few’, it can be as little as two. Don’t get me wrong – I like sleep. Some of my best friends sleep. I think my parents often sleep, too. But me? Meh. I feel like the world is going by without me if I’m asleep. When I do sleep I find it to be one of those very nice, peaceful places where I can just relax. Well, you would think so. I never knew that going to sleep would actually require The Ancient Arts of Sleep Combat.

Sigh. So I’m sitting here still fuming over the fact that I have an external Maxtor OneTouch II 300GB drive sitting on top of my computer. That’s because that is all that it is doing: sitting.

The mall. We went to the mall. This place is virtually a Bunny Buffet. The only bad thing about it? Most of the time ogling a bunny at the mall would land you in jail as they are typically teens. And the worst part of this teen age phenomenon? For the most part I CAN’T TELL HOW OLD THE YOUNG GIRLS ACTUALLY ARE! Which makes me feel like a dirty old man at times. A dirty, old man who is paranoid that just by thinking a young woman is attractive the FBI is about to pounce on me.

Tea. What is tea? Technically it is just dried up leaves and roots, right? So what is so special about high tea? I had been to tea services before, but over the past two months I’ve gone with a group of women who make it an especially enjoyable experience. WARNING: THE FIRST PERSON THAT SAYS […]

So, I was scanning the news the other day because, well, I’m still unemployed. That’s what we do. It is just that in this day and age of computers and the internet I no longer have to go walk to a park and try and bum a paper off someone walking by. Back on topic. […]

So, my first day of self-imposed unemployment went by. It was interesting, to say the least. I am both relaxed and bored silly. This was my plan after all, right?!

So, I’m sitting here at my computer and I’m staring at my dogs. They just happen to be sitting next to me, sleeping as I work. I am so happy to have such goofy dogs. So much so that I am not sure that I ever want to have children. I mean, look at the picture of Angela’s dog, Tobey.

Shhhhhhhhh…come here. Let’s have a nice, quiet conversation, shall we? You know – just you and me all nice and intimate because we’re friends. I want to let you in on a little secret: Today is my last day of work. No, no, silly. That isn’t the secret. The secret is that while I’m here […]

Angela and I went out to dinner tonight. Oh, it was interesting to say the least. Let’s just get some info out in the open: I like women. Keep in mind, I’m not a perv and I’m sure every other guy out there is saying ‘duh, dumbshit’. But no, I love women.

So, I’m sitting here trying figure out what the hell I’m going to do with my life. Great. 35 years old with a wife, four pets, two cars and a mortgage and I want to start with the ‘What do I want to be when I grow up?’ speech. When it comes down to it, I’m pretty darn scared of what is going to happen next.

Welcome to the DesignKitty website. Yes, I know that the name of the site is slightly less than masculine, but I don’t particularly care. This particular little tidbit of bits and bytes hell is an offshoot of our Nest-Egg Designs Forum. In that particular arena I spent a good portion of my time trying to […]