Experimenting

My Diminshing Audience

Since Helaina's laptop has been down, my readership has been cut in half. If my iPhone breaks, I'll lose the other half.

A Quick Comment

The only thing worse than waking up in a bad mood is waking up in a good mood and have it immediately go bad.

Updates From My Living Room

Words That Trigger a Look of Disgust When Heard on a Sitcom:
# 1: Penis.
# 2: Any other body part.
# 3: Everything else said after either numbers 1 or 2.

Random Thought

Why are some days harder than others when it comes to saying goodbye?

Killing Time

Sitting here waiting for Rachael, I find myself listening to some opera on NPR. I wish I liked opera more. That is to say, I wish I liked it at all. Except for the occasional piece that I might remember from an old Looney Toon, it doesn't do much for me. I like the music. I'm not much of a fan of the singing. Dad liked it, so a part of me feels like I should too. Of course, Dad liked pickled herring and I won't even look at it if I'm not forced to. The most I ever got out of opera is that I found it was a good way to tease my kids when we would drive around on our Saturday errands. Maybe that's the connection. Maybe that's why I'm listening to it now.

Precursor to NCIS?

Something Different

The Circle of Life...

... courtesy of Barnes and Noble.

Spotted on a visit with Rachael.

Another Public Service Announcement

And since I'm in that kind of mood, I just want to give a "shout-out" to the idiot who was driving the rusted out Toyota pick-up truck in front of me on the way home. Hey buddy, I don't know what the hell is so interesting in your lap that's causing you to look there more than at the road, and I don't want to know. But can you please go more than 15 miles per hour up the ramp to merge onto the highway? You can stare at your lap all you want once I pass you.

And by the way, your license plate fell off about a block and a half ago.

Foul

Hey Kentucky Fried Chicken, you're on my list! One day a week* I let myself eat crap for lunch, and for me, that means swinging by KFC.  Now, normally I would order my usual two crunchy tacos from your esteemed Taco Bell division, along with two Original Wings. But since there has been yet another outbreak of salmonella or botulism or whatever at one your national Taco Bell "restaurants", I decided I better skip the tacos and go with four Original Wings instead.

I should have guessed there was a problem when I was handed the bag at the drive-up window. It didn't have the heft I would normally associate with four, lard-laden chicken parts. But I was way late for lunch, so between my hunger and the anticipation of my upcoming bout of acid reflux, I drove away blissfully unaware.

It's when I got back to work that I suspected something was wrong. Not only was the bag too light, but where were the tell-tale grease stains that should have been soaking through the container by now? Imagine my shock, SHOCK, when I opened the box and found...I'm not sure what, but it wasn't what I ordered. I'd been robbed! You charged me for four Original Wings and stuck me with...these??? I admit that, in my desperation, I attempted to eat one of these... things, and that just fueled my rage even more.

Exhibit A

Naturally, like any good American, my first reaction was to sue the bastards for the emotional distress I suffered. But that would be letting them off too easy. I need to send them a message... loud and clear!

Next time I'll just have the tacos.

*(I'm talking weekdays, the weekend isn't open for discussion)