Random Thoughts from a Large Head

Merry Christmas! And many happy returns tomorrow!

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Brief update: my grandmother passed away this afternoon. I will be going to Minneapolis Saturday through Tuesday. I will likely be out of pocket those days. She was my last grandparent, and frankly, I’ve had enough of this.

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Back in January.

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I just singed most of the hair off my left hand. One should not turn on the thermostat of their gas heater unit all the way when lighting the pilot. It results in a big flame coming at you. Hand tingles and smells like burning hair. Scary.

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What She Really Means (#1 in a series):

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’ll take care of it later.”
Really means…
“I don’t want to seem lazy or demanding, but do that.”

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Be aware! Confusing webmonkey and hotwired as hotmonkey.com will only result in you visiting a pr0n site.

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Friday night. DFW Blogger bowling. 8pm. Fun Fest Addison. Be there or be square. (Or are we square because we are there? A bunch of web folks getting together to bowl? Debatable.)

In honor of the event, Gary has compiled a bowling edition (scroll to December 5 entry). Let’s roll.

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I have a batch of bad Coke. This is a problem. I must start my day with a Coke or I will develop a headache. It’s an addiction, and this 12-pack of Pepsi-tasting dreck is not casting sunshine on this already gloomy day.

I should have known better when I picked up the box of cans branded with high school football imagery. But I was greedy. Eckerd was offering three 12-packs for $6.97 with a coupon. I skipped to the photo lab, where coupons go to die, and located the ticket to 3/$6.97 goodness. In my haste to grab three 12-packs (lest the deal go sour), I grabbed two Santa packs and one high school football pack. Don’t buy outdated 12-packs. They are bad news.

As a connoisseur of Coca-Cola Classic, I knew from the first can that something was amiss. Yesterday, I popped the tab and took a swig. Ick! Well, perhaps my nose is stuffed up and making things taste funny. Try again. Ugh. Forget it, I’ll have Coke later. Throughout the day, I sampled other Cokes from random locations around the metroplex, verifying that my tastebuds were in sync.

This morning, I took another cold can from the refrigerator, hoping yesterday’s experience would not be repeated. And I was let down. I am now throwing out 10 cans of Coke (worth $2.09 thanks to the Eckerd bargain) and drinking one of the Santa cans over ice. It’s not the same as a nice cold Santa would be, but it is so much better than the football can.

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The US Economy itself emailed me tonight and urged me to Support The Economy!, so I have done my part as an American citizen and linked to the US Economy’s site.

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If I were a work of art, I would be Pablo Picasso’s Three Musicians.

I am colorful and provoking, always looking to break out of the mould and to pioneer new ways of doing things. I have a jaunty outlook and although I am a bit weird, most people have some idea what I’m about.

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