Well, I finally took the big step and moved my entire blog from my MySpace page to a real blogging site. I am so proud of me.
The real reason I did this was so that Sean & Kim could still keep track of me and read about what I think of them and their paranoias when I finally get around to writing about them. Someday kids... someday.
Meanwhile, enjoy looking through what is already here and I'll set my mind to work on something grand for my first real blog.
Peace.
06 January 2009
12 August 2008
Thankless People
What is it with our society that we treat total strangers better than our friends? When I hold a door for a stranger at the gas station or the mall I almost invariably hear those polite words, "Thank you"; even if they're busy talking on the phone or otherwise engaged.
On the other hand, when I hold that same door for a friend, they just walk through as if the courtesy were somehow owed to them.
Now I really couldn't care less about a stupid door - that's just an example. What I care about is when I go out of my way to do a favor for a friend, requested or not, and the effort is simply blown off as if it were really more of an inconvenience.
So some of my friends are officially on notice. I don't care if you're "busy" - so is the lady on her phone at the gas station... and so am I. It takes twenty seconds to type the words "Thank you" into an email, about one second to say them in person.
Make it happen.
On the other hand, when I hold that same door for a friend, they just walk through as if the courtesy were somehow owed to them.
Now I really couldn't care less about a stupid door - that's just an example. What I care about is when I go out of my way to do a favor for a friend, requested or not, and the effort is simply blown off as if it were really more of an inconvenience.
So some of my friends are officially on notice. I don't care if you're "busy" - so is the lady on her phone at the gas station... and so am I. It takes twenty seconds to type the words "Thank you" into an email, about one second to say them in person.
Make it happen.
09 May 2008
Coffee, Cars & Curves
Today I learned yet again that coffee, cars and curves don't mix.
My wife and I were passengers today in a friend's car - she was driving us to Seattle for a couple of appointments I had at the V.A. Hospital there. There in the cup-holder sat a Grande Valencia-White Chocolate Latte... as always. The coffee has always sat in the cup-holder as though it were glued there but today it met with forces that a mere cup-holder is not engineered to withstand... namely a 50 MPH spin-out that ended with us backward in a ditch.
Until this sort of thing happens to you, you never truly appreciate exactly how much coffee is in a Grande! You also cannot really appreciate coffee's talent for missing the things you consider unimportant, like the floor mats, while concentrating itself on your eyeglasses, palm-pilot, cellphone, hair and clothing.
Then it turns into super-glue!
Your phone sticks to your cheek when you call 911... the stylus from your Palm-pilot won't let go of your fingers when you finally find where it has launched itself to from your buttoned shirt pocket. The Palm-pilot itself has become epoxied to the driver's side rear seat. For those of you who use hair-gel, might I suggest you try a Valencia-white chocolate latte instead? In my wife's hair it dried almost instantly to the consistency of concrete!
Paramedics are the salt of the earth... I truly believe that and I would have gratefully accepted their offer of an ambulance ride to the hospital except for one thing. I know that they would have clamped that collar around my neck without letting me rinse the coffee off first. That, my fine firefighters, is why I declined your generous offer. I wanted a sink and a washcloth and then a ride to the hospital.and thanks to my sister, that's exactly what I got!
I have a suggestion for Automotive Safety Engineers, though... how about cup-holders that forcefully eject all beverages through the sunroof at the first sign of impending doom!
Or at least make airbags out of a substance that you can wipe your glasses on.
My wife and I were passengers today in a friend's car - she was driving us to Seattle for a couple of appointments I had at the V.A. Hospital there. There in the cup-holder sat a Grande Valencia-White Chocolate Latte... as always. The coffee has always sat in the cup-holder as though it were glued there but today it met with forces that a mere cup-holder is not engineered to withstand... namely a 50 MPH spin-out that ended with us backward in a ditch.
Until this sort of thing happens to you, you never truly appreciate exactly how much coffee is in a Grande! You also cannot really appreciate coffee's talent for missing the things you consider unimportant, like the floor mats, while concentrating itself on your eyeglasses, palm-pilot, cellphone, hair and clothing.
Then it turns into super-glue!
Your phone sticks to your cheek when you call 911... the stylus from your Palm-pilot won't let go of your fingers when you finally find where it has launched itself to from your buttoned shirt pocket. The Palm-pilot itself has become epoxied to the driver's side rear seat. For those of you who use hair-gel, might I suggest you try a Valencia-white chocolate latte instead? In my wife's hair it dried almost instantly to the consistency of concrete!
Paramedics are the salt of the earth... I truly believe that and I would have gratefully accepted their offer of an ambulance ride to the hospital except for one thing. I know that they would have clamped that collar around my neck without letting me rinse the coffee off first. That, my fine firefighters, is why I declined your generous offer. I wanted a sink and a washcloth and then a ride to the hospital.and thanks to my sister, that's exactly what I got!
I have a suggestion for Automotive Safety Engineers, though... how about cup-holders that forcefully eject all beverages through the sunroof at the first sign of impending doom!
Or at least make airbags out of a substance that you can wipe your glasses on.
06 October 2007
KA-BOOOOOOM!
This is a video of a propane tank explosion that happened near (TOO NEAR!) my house today. The first 4 minutes and 10 seconds are pretty boring so feel free to fast-forward through them... but stop at 4:10.
24 July 2007
Not Your Typical Dog - Postman Relationship
I guess this explains why there's a can of mace in his bag.
29 June 2007
Venting!
Maybe I'm just hopelessly old fashioned, but I still think that some things are wrong.
I have a family member, for example, who is playing house and making a baby with another woman's husband. Sorry, guys... I don't think that's a 'mistake', I think it's wrong. Wrong as in, "not right".
When they first started living together, the story was that he was recently divorced and just needed a place to stay, so he was sleeping on the couch.
A couple months later, they announced that she was pregnant... apparently he wasn't sleeping alone on the couch.
A month after that, I was informed that he isn't divorced... he hasn't even FILED for divorce.
Now many months have passed and it's time for the baby they've made to arrive, my relative is in labor and will soon produce a bouncing baby whatever. Fine.
But this evening I got a call and, silly me, I answered it. It was my relative's mother calling to ask me to do a favor. "What's the favor?" I asked.
Turns out that the married guy needs to have his license tabs renewed and wants ME to dash off to the agency tomorrow and do it for him so he can be at the hospital when the baby arrives.
Now let's be honest here... I don't give a single measly damn whether he gets to be there when the baby arrives. Why the hell should I take time out of my weekend to validate him as a part of the family? Should I do it just because he's not smart enough to look at his tabs and realize that the expiration date and the baby's due date bear a striking resemblance to one another? Give me a break! The state DOL sent you a bright green postcard two months ago telling you that your tabs were going to expire!!!
Maybe if you ask really nicely, your wife will go get your tabs while you go to the hospital and watch your concubine push out your offspring.
I certainly won't!!!
And please... stop trying to act like you're part of the family. You aren't part of the family, you're just some married guy who's fooling around with one of our relatives. That doesn't make you part of the family... it makes you a sperm-donor.
Peace-out.
I have a family member, for example, who is playing house and making a baby with another woman's husband. Sorry, guys... I don't think that's a 'mistake', I think it's wrong. Wrong as in, "not right".
When they first started living together, the story was that he was recently divorced and just needed a place to stay, so he was sleeping on the couch.
A couple months later, they announced that she was pregnant... apparently he wasn't sleeping alone on the couch.
A month after that, I was informed that he isn't divorced... he hasn't even FILED for divorce.
Now many months have passed and it's time for the baby they've made to arrive, my relative is in labor and will soon produce a bouncing baby whatever. Fine.
But this evening I got a call and, silly me, I answered it. It was my relative's mother calling to ask me to do a favor. "What's the favor?" I asked.
Turns out that the married guy needs to have his license tabs renewed and wants ME to dash off to the agency tomorrow and do it for him so he can be at the hospital when the baby arrives.
Now let's be honest here... I don't give a single measly damn whether he gets to be there when the baby arrives. Why the hell should I take time out of my weekend to validate him as a part of the family? Should I do it just because he's not smart enough to look at his tabs and realize that the expiration date and the baby's due date bear a striking resemblance to one another? Give me a break! The state DOL sent you a bright green postcard two months ago telling you that your tabs were going to expire!!!
Maybe if you ask really nicely, your wife will go get your tabs while you go to the hospital and watch your concubine push out your offspring.
I certainly won't!!!
And please... stop trying to act like you're part of the family. You aren't part of the family, you're just some married guy who's fooling around with one of our relatives. That doesn't make you part of the family... it makes you a sperm-donor.
Peace-out.
06 April 2007
Police Bust Illegal Tomato Growing Operation
This was too good not to reprint. I hope the Pullman Police feel like a bunch of 'tards for not doing their homework.
By Associated Press
PULLMAN, Wash. (AP) - A Pullman landlord notified police about a grow lamp in a closet, and police got a search warrant for a drug raid.
Eight officers with guns drawn surprised three roommates in the apartment last weekend and discovered they were growing tomatoes.
Commander Chris Tennant says it's the department's duty to investigate all credible complaints regarding marijuana growing operations in Pullman.
Eight officers with guns drawn surprised three roommates in the apartment last weekend and discovered they were growing tomatoes.
Commander Chris Tennant says it's the department's duty to investigate all credible complaints regarding marijuana growing operations in Pullman.
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