Monday, October 27, 2008

5 Things

I've been unusually lame lately. I'll take whatever inspiration I can get. So here's a simple little meme I found over at Blue Country Magic.

5 Things Found In My Pocketbook
Well, I don't have one of those, so here are five things often found in my pants pockets:
My BlackBerry
My wife's lipstick (if we are out on the town)
A Wallet
Lists (to do, to buy, etc.)

5 Things I Would Do Today If I Could
Go to the beach
Hike up Mount Washington (NH)
Visit my mother
Eat Mexican food (I've been nauseous for a couple days, so that's out of the question)

5 Things I Love About My Life
My wife
My son
My friends
My house
Lack of debt (aside from the mortgage)

5 Things I've Always Wanted to Do
Publish a short story
Throw away the alarm clock
Re-learn guitar
Hike out West
Visit South America

5 Things I Enjoy The Most
Watching my son swim (although he complains about it almost daily now. I'm not sure how we are going to keep him motivated.)
Throwing things (footballs, baseballs, frisbees . . . you name it)
That the Bush administration is soon to be over

So there you have it.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Now It's Getting Interesting

I shut off the ALCS game last night when it was 5-0 Tampa Bay. I know, I'm a disgruntled Mets fan, bitter about their repeated collapse, but that aside, this has been one dull post-season.

Until I saw this. I bet they win the next two easy.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Massive Cheeseburger

This is one of the reasons the rest of the world hates America. Why would anyone eat this thing?

I have a tremendous appetite, but I'm disgusted by this fascination over the past couple years with competitive eating and other dubious gastronomical feats.

I guess it is somewhat of an accomplishment to make a gigantic hamburger, but cut it into small pieces and have a party. Share.

I don't get it. Never understood beer bongs or shotgunning a can, either. Believe me, I often caught up, volume-wise, so I'm not passing judgment on the quantity. It's just that I never found the need to make a big show of it. Or at least such that I remember . . .

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Bye, Bye Now

So long, Mitsu! Sold her tonight for a fair price to a nice young couple who seem like they should make her a good, fun home. Shoot, I took a look at the service records and I haven't even put 3500 miles on the car this year. And that includes two trips to New York.

It's no Ferrari, but it was a powerful little thing for a low priced sports car. It just was not right for a fat-ass like me, and it was completely impractical for moving children about town. If one sat behind the driver, they had to lay their legs up sideways.

I'm glad I found someone who will put her to good use.

Now, here's my dilemma. Well, I guess dilemma isn't a good word for it, because it's not really a problem. Anyway, I have to make a decision, and in the wake of the ass-kicking the economy took recently, it's should be an easy one.

We have a 2008 Honda CR-V, which is, and will be, the "family" car for the next 100 years or so. We also have a 1996 Toyota Camry with 140,000 miles that was the family car before the Honda arrived. It looks a wreck, but would probably last many more years. Only problem it has now is a slow power steering fluid leak, which seems to have responded to Lucas Oil Stop Leak.

I'm driving the Camry to work now, which is only a couple miles. Plus, the city promised some sort of free trolley service from the hospital to downtown. I could walk to it in 10 minutes, if they ever start it up, so I'd only need to drive once in awhile.

So I have little reason to shop for a car.

But, I could still get a couple thousand dollars for the Toyota. Pair that up with the proceeds from the Mitsu and I could be well on the way to a decent late-model used car.

I really like the looks of this one, or maybe this one. But I guess I should just wait awhile and see if the country goes under before I spend anything I don't need to spend. It's fun looking, though.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Oh, My!

I'd hate to be this guy.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Slow Train

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions,
Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring
All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon?
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

I had a woman down in Alabama,
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic,
She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out,
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic."
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

All that foreign oil controlling American soil,
Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed.
Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings,
Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more,
You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave,
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters,
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it.
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions,
They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to
live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy
A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it,
I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy
But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets,
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

Bob Dylan Copyright ©1979 Special Rider Music

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Thursday, October 2, 2008

Trouble With Your Ho?

Seen today in Vinton, VA: