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Friday, August 25, 2006Friday's Leavings
I never really realized how incredibly gross pizza can be, and how inevitably older I am getting.
There was a time, not five years ago, when my diet wavered between an unhealthy addiction to Hot Pockets, and an even unhealthier relationship with the pizza delivery person. That was basically all that I ate for dinner for months on end. Even a year ago I would order pizza one or two times a month.
Well, living with a woman will change you in many ways, one of which being that pizza is no longer an acceptable solution for fullfilling all the different sections of the food pyramid.
But last night, after what's had to be months without pizza, we ordered from Roundtable. I had been so deprived that I scarfed down my pepperoni half of the pizza in what had to be record time.
Well, I'm paying for it this morning. And that's all I have to say about that.
Oh, they look happy now, but they'll be sprinting for the closet bush in the morning
Wednesday, August 23, 2006The Kind of Post That I Was Trying to Avoid
I think one of the reasons I've been delinquent in my posting is that I'm not full of a lot of exciting things to write about right now. Well, there's one exciting development that may be arising soon (no, not THAT) but I'm keeping it under my hat until I know for sure.
But other than that undetermined excitement, life has been fairly bland.
I did a little yard work yesterday, wanna hear about that?
Perhaps you'd like to know about us washing our cars on Saturday (the hispanic workers next door were certainly interested, more so in Danielle's shorts than in me shirtless).
We also took Bandit to the dog park on Saturday and for a walk to get bagels. As much as that excited him, I really doubt you'll be interested.
Most likely as the dog days of summer wind down and the weather cools off a bit, I'll have more exciting adventures to tell.
Until then, you'll just have to wade through my pointless observations about the cats and maybe so movie reviews from shows I catch on IFC.
One last thing, I recently discovered Terry Pratchett (the author of lots of humorous Sci-Fi). So if you liked Douglas Adams, or other in that genre, you should check out the "Pratch" as his friends call him.
Friday, August 18, 2006Friday's Droppings
Why are cats always so frisky after taking a poo?
What would people think if I came running out of the bathroom at full speed after finishing up?
Now head over to D's page and watch this.
Then watch his roast on Sunday. We'll meet back here Monday afternoon sometime.
Thursday, August 17, 2006Back from Self-imposed Exile
Well, its been awhile, but I finally feel it might be time to hop back in the saddle. There has been a lot going on in my life lately. From "living in sin," to family visits, to the unending stream of friends that have to visit us now, I've barely had time to have a thought to myself. It seems like every time I start to stare out the window pensively, I am quickly asked, "Whatcha thinking 'bout?" and my train of thought is lost.
As the end of America's Got Talent looms ahead this evening, I meet it with a certain sense of regret and excitement. Regret that something that allows a rapping Granny to get to the finals has so intrigued me, and excitement about the soon arriving fall season.
Lost, of course, is the show I'm most excited about, but there are a few new shows on the plate that have me salivating.
Heroes is the show I think I have been waiting for all my life! Every since I read my first X-men comic when I was little, I couldn't wait to hit puberty so my mutant powers would show up. Would it be the ability to fly, shoot laser beams out of my eyes, or cover my body with fire? I didn't know, but I was damned excited to find out.
Unfortunately, the mutant powers ship has sailed for me, as I am long past the age of where they would've surfaced. (though I'm still holding out for Immortality, but that's just a waiting game)
I also recently confessed to my girlfriend that when I have kids someday, I'm going to be sorely disappointed if they aren't unbreakable. Don't get me wrong, I'll love my kids no matter what they do, but deep down inside, it won't be until one morning at breakfast that one of them passes the syrup to the other using their mind that I'll be truly elated.
I'll love them even if they look like Nightcrawler. I mean, think of what we'd save on gas!