I’m not much of a car person, but I noticed a car on the way to work that looked just like a Lexus RX but it was actually a Lincoln MKX. Yes, the same people that brought us the Continental and the Navigator have slimmed down a bit! It’s abour $3,000 cheaper than the competition, but at around $35,000 you’ll never see me driving around in one of these!
Netflix must really love us because we take so long to watch our movies… oh well!
Anyway, last night we watched Thank You For Smoking and loved it. It’s another of those semi-independent films. I say semi-independent because once you get a major studio involved, something has to change, right? I’m not complaining, mind you. If it weren’t for the studios getting involved in independent film, there wouldn’t be nearly as much of it. If all we had to watch was the mainstream crap they’re peddling to the masses, that would be a serious bummer. I tend to enjoy the more obscure, more intelligent. I guess the nice thing about the indies is they can be themselves and don’t have to be about making money. This one’s funny and smart and even a little bit poignant. So yeah, unless you have an F-word aversion, Jen, you’ll enjoy this movie.
P.S. I’m pretty sure the song I was trying to think of yesterday was Flirting with Disaster by Molly Hatchet. Yeah, definitely fits!!
There’s pizza in the kitchen here at work.
It’s my weakness. How can I resist.
Someone please knock me unconscious so I won’t eat any of it.
I actually wrote uncouscous the first time. That’s funny.
MUST RESIST PIZZA… PLEASE HELP ME!!! :/
Thirteen questions I have. I’m posting them early so people have time to answer them all!
1. Why do people click on links in spam?
2. Why don’t elevators automatically go to the ground floor to pick people up in the morning and to the top floor to pick people up in the evening?
3. Why do people keep using Windows?
4. Why do kids’ sports coaches assume that you have no life or other children when they schedule practices five days a week?
5. Why hasn’t anybody invented a decent battery technology yet?
6. Why don’t cookie and ice cream manufacturers tell how many calories are in the entire container of their product?
7. Why do kids still get summers off from school?
8. Why is there such an epidemic of people running red lights?
9. Why is it that many of the same people who believe that God created the heavens and the earth don’t believe that God created medicine and science?
10. Why do so many parents encourage kids to grow up so fast?
11. When a web site asks for your address, why does the form list all hundred and ninety-something countries?
12. Why do professional athletes get paid so much more than teachers?
13. Why do telemarketers bother people while they’re sitting down to dinner?
If you can read this, that means you’re not logged in, hint hint.
If you’re not registered yet, what the heck are you waiting for?
The flag outside my office is still flying at half staff for the unspeakable tragedy that took place last week at Virginia Tech.
We lower our flags to mourn the loss of one person. Or two or three. Or thirty-two. Or 2,996.
But what about 119? What about 46? According to National Highway Traffic Safety Administration data on MADD’s web site, 43,443 people were killed in traffic crashes in 2005. Of these, 16,885 were alcohol-related crashes. That works out to 119 people dying every single day on America’s roads, and 46 because somebody was drinking.
We pick and choose what we care about in this country. If it’s not sensational, it doesn’t make headlines. If it’s not on the evening news or ticking across the bottom of our TV screens, it’s not part of our national consciousness.
Every single time somebody, anybody dies, there is a family with one less plate on the dinner table. Every single death is a devastating tragedy to somebody. And it’s just plain sad that the rest of us just don’t give a damn.
“do you want to go and have sex in the parking lot?”
what can I say. volleyball moms are a hot bunch. nothing like soccer moms.
not that there’s anything wrong with soccer moms.
seriously, though. I have to say that I don’t care much for the game of soccer — as a sport, I mean. I’ve got nothing against the rest of the world. and that’s who is playing soccer. the rest of the world.
hey, I embrace other cultures and ways of life and whatnot. spicy foods, anal sex, whatever you’re into, that’s cool.
“what did you say??”
“I said, do you want to know about an excellent parking spot.”
“oh.”
long pause.
“because I thought you asked if I wanted to go and have sex in the parking lot.”
“my car is parked in the street.”
“who said anything about a car?”
did I say scenes? like plural? ok, then. but I may have to make some of them fictional!
Hey, how did we get back to removal of pants?
“did you see what your daughter’s team just did?”
“my what? oh. no, my girlfriend is on this team.”
“these are sixteen-year-old girls!”
“she was sixteen by the cut-off date. she’s seventeen now.”
“you’re disgusting.”
my daughter’s friend, Amy, happened to walk up just then. I pulled her close and gave her a big kiss. her tongue was cool and tasted like the lime gatorade she’d been drinking. mmm, I love that. :)
I think it might be here!! ::knock wood:: Spring, I mean. Yay!!
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Wifey would say. So would I, for that matter. The weather changes too quickly around here.
But I had an errand to run at lunch time.
If you can read this, that means you’re not logged in, hint hint.
So I park my car by the grocery store and I had to return a shopping cart because someone had just left it sitting in the middle of the parking lot. And then I walked from the grocery store to the pet store. Now this is the first day in who knows how long since it’s been so nice out. You’d think people would want to get out and breathe the fresh warm air. No. They’re sitting or standing and having a smoking break.
Now don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against smokers. I love smokers. They’re doing their part to help the whole Social Security mess by not living as long as they might otherwise. Hey, I’m not kidding. More people should smoke. It really would help. Thank you.
No, I have nothing against smokers. It’s the smoking. You know — love the sinner, hate the sin. Yeah, that.
Anyway, why can’t the smokers go behind the shopping plaza and do their long road to suicide. Because I want to breathe the fresh clean air.
I know, I should just go and breathe somewhere else. I’m not going to complain because then people might stop smoking. And hey, I’ve got to retire some day! I’m just saying.
Yay, it’s finally spring!!! ::knock wood::
:)
If you’ve been following my blog for the past few months, I’ve had a little contest going on. And by “little” I mean there are no prizes.
Unless you consider BRAGGING RIGHTS the greatest prize there is. (Which it most certainly is.)
I just watched an episode of Identity so you know I’m really going to drag this out.
Remember back in February when evil Beta New Blogger was sucking people in at an alarming rate and I started keeping track of the holdouts on my blogroll? Yes, there were ten nine back then. And only ten days later we were down to four.
And the next day it was three. And almost three weeks later it would be down to just two.
Since then it’s been more than a month. And in that month we saw one of our finalists fall victim to New Blogger. The excitement really began to heat up and then we went to commercial.
And we’re back. Two finalists fighting it out. One has been switched but the other needs to make one more post with Old Blogger to win the championship.
But no, that blog is switched without a new post!!
And that means that… click to reveal the rest
Welcome, friends old and new!
