Thought for the Day

It make me uncomfortable when I make eye contact with myself in the mirror.

Rainy Day

Waiting for Rachael.

Small Talk

I just had a fascinating conversation with a co-worker, if "conversation" is the right word to use when only one person is doing the talking. It seems that the kitty litter that he's using just isn't doing the trick. Oh, it releases the heavily perfumed smell as advertised, but unfortunately it does nothing to mask the underlying offensive odor. Believe it or not, this is actually making it worse!

I'm not necessarily complaining that I'm hearing about all of this, but I'm curious as to why someone would bring this up at all. Is this your biggest concern at home? What makes this a topic that you think anyone might be interested in, let alone me? It's not like I own a cat. Was this on your mind when you came to work or is there something about me that reminded you of this? Maybe I just have "that look".

The sad thing is that I found this more intriguing than almost anything else I've had to deal with today. And in some weird way, I'm wondering what the next installment will hold. Will this be a continuing story or will there be a dramatic conclusion? Something tells me this saga is far from over.

Another Friday Night Video

Another blast form the past...


And by the way, is it me or does Gumby's father bear a disturbing resemblance to the leader of North Korea?

Seconds Please

I'm sitting here at lunchtime thinking about the visit to the hardware store that Sam and I made the other day. We went to get a new shade for the hall and while we were killing time waiting for it to get cut, we were looking at the various foods and feeders in the bird food section. I'm reminded of this because as I eat yet another cup of shrimp flavored noodles for lunch, it occurs to me that these "shrimp" look almost exactly like the bag full of dried meal worms I saw there.

From My Scrapbook

When I was a kid, I ran errands every Saturday with my Dad. The first stop was always this bank. Dad would lift me to watch the tellers as they pressed the keys and pulled the lever on their giant adding machine.

This postcard is from (slightly) before my time, but except for the old cars and the stop light in the center of the intersection, I remember it to be exactly like this.

Daylight

It's nice to finally see some signs of daylight as I head into work, ready to face another awesome day!