Rambling about things I don't know about.
The aformentioned posts have been flushed from my drafts folder with the exception of one, a music post that has gotten way too long and must be trimmed, or reworked. If I think my post is too long you can imagine it's Tolstoy-esque. I'll get around to finishing that eventually but for now I have nothing to eljay (new verb) about. Since most of my columns happen by accident I'll just have to wait for an accident to happen. I did have some random musings not quite worthy of their own post.
I don't know when used cars became 'pre-owned' cars but I suspect it has something to do with luxury automobile manufacturers jumping into the used car market. God forbid Lexus, BMW or Mercedes sell you a 'used' car. Those cars are too good to be given such a derogatory label. Besides, what self respecting salesman of such fine automotive technology wants to be put in the same category as Vinny's Auto Sales?
I'm not one to make light of tragedy but when stupidity precedes it......... From the 'stupidity culls the herd department' we have a woman from Jefferson, GA who was very hot this week. Forty two year-old Billie Welty decided to step into the family's storage cooler to beat the heat. She definitely cooled off. Unfortunately her 12-year-old child was looking for mom. The real bad news for this kid is she has Billie's genes.
I don't know how people can compromise their less-than-ideal ideals. I find it amusing that public transportion systems are being overwhelmed by new riders as gas prices rise. People that wouldn't be caught dead on a bus suddenly find them.......not so objectionable. Maybe $4 gas would be somewhat affordable if you didn't drive a 12 MPG SUV with $8000 shiney chrome rims you simple minded, shallow, materialistic DICKHEAD ! Yes, we know you can't trade in your Suburban because the automakers, you know the ones who built those Panzers, are refusing to take them in trade. Now you're fucked.......and on a stinky bus.
What do you do when you dislike someone so much the mere sound of their voice is like nails on a chalkboard? I have this dilemma in the workplace and I hate feeling this way about any person.
Why do atheists still insist on saying, "God forbid" or "Oh my God!"...? I'm not the only one that does this.
About those know-it-alls, a few posts ago, have you ever caught one in a big load of their own stupidity? In their uncontrollable urge to always be the center of the conversation they sometimes talk about shit they don't know about when they should be listening. Sometimes the stuff they don't know about is exactly what you know about and you catch them red handedly making up stuff as they attempt to bullshit their way into that conversation they don't belong in. I know baseball, not everything but a lot. This time I just let the bullshit slide as I did not care to engage the idiot. Some days it's not worth the aggravation. I don't know anything about tennis, except for that silly scoring system, so you won't be getting an Wimbledon news in this blog.
That's all I have, I'm tapped out, there's nothing left, nada, zilch. If it gets quiet in this monkey pen for a few days you know why. You also know someone in my teeny little life, or the greater world, will eventually say or do something silly that gets the creative monkey juices flowing. Until then I'll peruse the blogs of my friends in my never ending quest for wisdom and inspiration.
In the meantime, enjoy this............. http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/ecards/display.pd?prodnum=3105225&path=23531>1=30000
I don't know when used cars became 'pre-owned' cars but I suspect it has something to do with luxury automobile manufacturers jumping into the used car market. God forbid Lexus, BMW or Mercedes sell you a 'used' car. Those cars are too good to be given such a derogatory label. Besides, what self respecting salesman of such fine automotive technology wants to be put in the same category as Vinny's Auto Sales?
I'm not one to make light of tragedy but when stupidity precedes it......... From the 'stupidity culls the herd department' we have a woman from Jefferson, GA who was very hot this week. Forty two year-old Billie Welty decided to step into the family's storage cooler to beat the heat. She definitely cooled off. Unfortunately her 12-year-old child was looking for mom. The real bad news for this kid is she has Billie's genes.
I don't know how people can compromise their less-than-ideal ideals. I find it amusing that public transportion systems are being overwhelmed by new riders as gas prices rise. People that wouldn't be caught dead on a bus suddenly find them.......not so objectionable. Maybe $4 gas would be somewhat affordable if you didn't drive a 12 MPG SUV with $8000 shiney chrome rims you simple minded, shallow, materialistic DICKHEAD ! Yes, we know you can't trade in your Suburban because the automakers, you know the ones who built those Panzers, are refusing to take them in trade. Now you're fucked.......and on a stinky bus.
What do you do when you dislike someone so much the mere sound of their voice is like nails on a chalkboard? I have this dilemma in the workplace and I hate feeling this way about any person.
Why do atheists still insist on saying, "God forbid" or "Oh my God!"...? I'm not the only one that does this.
About those know-it-alls, a few posts ago, have you ever caught one in a big load of their own stupidity? In their uncontrollable urge to always be the center of the conversation they sometimes talk about shit they don't know about when they should be listening. Sometimes the stuff they don't know about is exactly what you know about and you catch them red handedly making up stuff as they attempt to bullshit their way into that conversation they don't belong in. I know baseball, not everything but a lot. This time I just let the bullshit slide as I did not care to engage the idiot. Some days it's not worth the aggravation. I don't know anything about tennis, except for that silly scoring system, so you won't be getting an Wimbledon news in this blog.
That's all I have, I'm tapped out, there's nothing left, nada, zilch. If it gets quiet in this monkey pen for a few days you know why. You also know someone in my teeny little life, or the greater world, will eventually say or do something silly that gets the creative monkey juices flowing. Until then I'll peruse the blogs of my friends in my never ending quest for wisdom and inspiration.
In the meantime, enjoy this............. http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/ecards/display.pd?prodnum=3105225&path=23531>1=30000