It doesn’t count to blag everyday if you’re not going to take it seriously and write something you’ve thought about, right? Except, you can’t write it without first thinking, even if only long enough to get the message from your head to your fingers. So it goes.
Tag Archives: Nonsense
Not Now I Want You To Know
I want to posess an ability to sleep more hours than I seem to be able to. But how? I’m exhausted. I want to sleep.
Sunday Slow Day, Let's Take A Break Day
While most Sundays are lazy share days, this here Sunday is a let’s take a rest day, so I’m shutting it down. A break. A sigh. And a laugh.
Back tomorrow with further more and whatever we’re selling. In the meanwhile, watch as I want this rest and nap.
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Sunday Slow Day, Let’s Take A Break Day
While most Sundays are lazy share days, this here Sunday is a let’s take a rest day, so I’m shutting it down. A break. A sigh. And a laugh.
Back tomorrow with further more and whatever we’re selling. In the meanwhile, watch as I want this rest and nap.
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Hello My Name Is
I want more people to wear name tags. That probably sounds strange if you take into consideration that when I wear one I almost always use some other name, or sometimes a phrase, that sounds nothing like my own. Tonight I shall be known as "Sir", which I’ve been insisting that people call me if they are younger in age. It was a gift to myself for turning 30, and I get a kick out of it.
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Super Bowl XLIII – Steelers vs. Cardinals
Truly, I’m a San Diego Chargers fan, so the game doesn’t carry a lot of weight for me, but it is the Super Bowl and supposedly there will be many funny and entertaining commercials between the dark spaces. I’m inclined to cheer for the Steelers since they represent the AFC. So let it be known and here we go: I want the Steelers to win. Big Ben shall keep his calm and methodically smash those tiny birds.
It’s a great day for a new championship. Have a blast and party safely. I’ll see ya tomorrow. As the NFL would say, "Belive in now."
The Joy Of Entering Middle Life
I can’t really say what joyousness is to be expected about living in the realm of middle-lifehood. I’m new to it. I can say that other people seem always to be complaining about it, which I think is odd. I’ve been telling people how excited I am to finally be old, because I am excited. Now I can say and do things that I couldn’t do as my younger self, like tell folks I can’t be out late because I’m old and tired, drive slowly in the fast lane, or get up way too early on a Wednesday to do the grocery shopping. (Let’s be honest, I’ve been doing most of these things for a while now, so not much will change.)
But even more exciting than any of that nonsense is the dating pool joke from Randall Munroe over at xkcd. I get a kick out of every time I see it, so I’m sharing it here today with you. It’s like a re-gift, except it wasn’t given directly to me, but, still, I choose to share it with you.
The downside to joking back with people calling me old is that when I tell them I’m excited about it, they get on about how I’m not really _that_ old. It’s like they want to screw around either which way, but won’t just let me enjoy myself. Sure, I’m not old, I am old, I’m whatever anyone needs me to be when it comes to defining age and body aches. I’m up for the whole game.
So if this truly is the middle, then let me take a second and say thanks to all the folks that I’ve had the opportunity to meet, greet, and befriend during the first half of my existence. I’ll be honest again and say it’s been a handful of head-smashingly strange times, but a perfect hoot.
Cheers!
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Six Degrees Of Temperature Separation
Over lunch on Thursday we were discussing energy efficiencies because of all the Green Building nonsense going on in California right now, and someone asked what temperature we had our thermostats set to in the winter. I hadn’t really thought much of it, but between the six of us, I was the only one at 62 degrees Fahrenheit, and the rest were either 68 or 71. Exactly either of those two. (How strange that there wasn’t more of a range.) So, I was shortly the topic of conversation as to how I could live in such a frozen environment. To be fair, though, while my thermostat is set to 62, it rarely gets that cold. Even with the windows open most of the day, the heater only kicks in around three or four in the morning. Which wouldn’t be a problem, except the thing is so loud that it wakes me up, and I have to turn it down to 59. Not a big deal because I’m in bed, but showering at 5:30 in the morning is another story.
Do you live Green at 62, or are you burning fuel in 71? Higher?
For the record, I’m not setting my limit so low for the sake of the Earth, but because it’s not _that_ cold to me most of the day. Sure 62 is quite chilly, but I’m usually asleep during that time of the day. Nestled nicely.
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That Party Is Over
It’s been a good two weeks, having my brother home and all. Logged a lot of family time and ate a month’s worth of home cooking in a very short amount of time. (Dad and Mom make sure little brother gets many of his favorite meals. We probably all gained a little weight, but it’s well worth it.) Included two separate turkey dinners and a Tacos de Lengua feast last Saturday. Which is to say, a lot of faces at the dinner table to show love. I appreciate all them making time. I’m thankful for that. Much thanks to the parents, too!
Now, after my brother’s two week vacation, I need to rest. You can bet we were busy late nearly every night visiting the local spots. (Sorry, no pictures. My camera never came out of its bag.) I wasn’t on vacation so I had the joy of waking early to make my way to work. I’m going to have a nap then see about paying my fine with the County library. Seems I lost track of something.
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Now Accepting Applications In Free Verse
Applying for a job that has nothing to do with creative writing, you’re asked to write a poem in 60 words or less describing your last job? A quick housing haiku might do.
Windows In The Living Room
we all need housing,
where families live and grow —
expect more than walls