They'll give a blog to anybody.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Life Insurance

Max-es out it I have an accident while traveling on a business trip.

Just sayin'...

Monday, November 28, 2005

It's the Bus, Busiest Time, of the Year

Hooray, Thanksgiving is over. That means it's time for my favorite season, Christmas. I refuse to acknowledge anything Christmas until after Thanksgiving. But now, it's time for music, decoratiing, smells, parties, and all the things that make this my favorite month of the year.

Gotta go. Lots to do.

Everyone stop and just be for a little while. Try to enjoy the spirit of the season.

Saturday, November 19, 2005


Last night's family event was to go see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. We all thought it was a very good movie. They keep getting better. They had to leave out a lot of stuff because the book was so long but I think most of the key points were there.

While I was waiting to buy popcorn, I saw my pastor. She had just finished seeing it for the second time. She told me it was just as good even though she had already seen it. I trust her judgement. I don't think she would lie to me :).

Friday, November 18, 2005


Email spam from my dad...

Have you ever wondered.....?
  • Is it good if a vacuum really sucks? !

  • Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?

  • If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?

  • If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?

  • Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?

  • Why do "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?

  • Why do "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?

  • Why do "tug" boats push their barges?

  • Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game"when we are already there?

  • Why are they called "stands" when they're made for sitting?

  • Why is it called "after dark" when it realy is "after light"?

  • Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?

  • Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?

  • Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?

  • Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?

  • If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?

  • If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?

  • If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

  • If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?

  • Why is bra singular and panties plural?

  • Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when you know the batteries are dead?

  • Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?

  • How come abbreviated is such a long word?

  • Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?

  • Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

  • Why do they call it a TV "set" when it is only one?

  • Christmas : What other time of the year do you sit in front of a dead tree and eat candy out of your socks?

Smile and have a good weekend.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

We Love Him. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

I was listening to the radio playing McCartney A to Z on the drive home from work yesterday. They played a clip of an interview where he said that he flies in from his base of operations (LA on the west coast), does his sound check, and plays the show. Then he flies home and sleeps in his own bed. Sounds good to me. Unfortunately, his flight must have been delayed. At 7:00, when the concert was supposed to start, everyone was waiting outside of the arena while the sound check was still under way. Of course, I don't think I ever went to a concert that started on time, so it was no big deal.

The show finally started about 8:30 to a full house of cheering fans. A lone DJ was on stage playing an interesting mixture of samples from the songs of Paul McCartney's career. I liked it, my wife didn't. It went on for about 15 minutes.
Then Paul McCartney and his band came out and played for almost 3 hours. They didn't just play, they put on a show. There were lights, visuals, one-liners, and of course the music. We heard songs ranging from before the Beatles up to the current album. Not unexpectedly, the Beatles' songs got the loudest cheers. There was a nice variety of hits and B-sides, something for every level of fan. After the main performance and 3 encores (I think), the show finally ended aroud 11:30. It will be remembered as one of my favorite concerts ever.

Random concert thoughts:

I wish I looked as good in my 40's as he does in his 60's. It must be genetic.

I saw 2 different mixing boards. From the way they looked, there should be a concert DVD coming out some time after the tour is over.

I definitely need to start playing again and find a band to play in. Just once, I would like to get paid to play. That marks a level of accomplishment for me. It means I'm good a enough musician that people, intentionally, come to hear me play. I've played in a band a couple of times for free. It was an incredible feeling to have people applaud when you play. I can understand why Paul McCartney is still touring. I'm sure it's not for the money.

Thanks for coming back to town, Paul. We'll see you again next time.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Get Back

We're going to a Beatles, I mean Paul McCartney, concert tonight. I still remember wanting a pair of Beatle boots when I was VERY young (5-ish). Paul has always been my favorite.

I got an electric bass for Christmas last year that is a reproduction of the one Paul McCartney played with the Beatles. It sounds good. I should play it more. I wonder if I could get it in to the concert and get him to sign it. That would be cool but I'm sure there is no way it could ever happen.

Enough of this, I sound like a groupie. I just like the music and the memories.

Remember, all you need is love.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


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Monday, November 14, 2005

Whip Me, Beat Me

Women are mean.

Sure, men can be mean, too. But, men can beat the shit out of each other then go out for a beer together.

Women seem to just work at thinking up ways to inflict emotional damage and not let anything go. I remember the first time I saw a girls soccer game in high school. I was on the varsity boys soccer team and had been playing for years. My best friend was trying to get a date with one of the players on the girl's team (I had a crush on her, too. She was hot). Anyway, we went to a game one Saturday to watch her play. I had never seen such a brutal soccer game in my life. The boys played hard and would be happy to take you out. But those girls played dirty. I was shocked.

My wife had an issue with her blog tonight. She used to be friends with this woman and had a falling out over some issue. I have heard the story from several independent sources and, basically, the woman went off the deep end. It's almost like this other woman has made it her life's mission to harrass my wife. The log from today's activity on her blog showed the ex-friend checking it almost continuously for hours. Then tonight, a post and all of the related comments from it were copied and pasted to a message board they all frequent. The intent was obviously to try to stir up trouble and try to validate this person's paranoia. It's amazing.

I would definitely prefer the bloodying of noses and then heading out for tequila shots with the guys. At least the male of the species can move on. It's probably related to the forgetting to take out the garbage gene.

...And All the Ships at Sea

I started this blog because I'm a lemming and many of my friends have blogs. I enjoy reading them and thought I might enjoy trying to write. I had delusions that maybe my incredible wit and observations of the world would be of interest to the rest of the world. Since my wife is always there to point out when I'm wrong, I thought maybe it's her and not me. So, I am throwing thoughts out into the ether to see if there is any hope of my being right, about anything.

My cohorts in blogdom and I have been playing with counters. We were curious to see if anyone is really out there. After running all of the data through the super computer, the results are in...

A big HELLO to all eight of my readers.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Make Mine a Double

My wife and I went to a cocktail party last weekend at the home of some friends. We have been to their home for parties many times before. This was the first time the invitation was specifically for a cocktail party.

As we were getting ready, I asked my wife what she was going to wear. I inquired if she was wearing a black formal. She told me she was going to wear jeans and a sweater. I then asked her if wearing a tux would be too much (since the tux just hangs in the closet, I like to look for occasions to wear it). She told me to feel free to wear it if I wanted. I ended up wearing jeans and a plain gray camp shirt with stitched cocktail glasses on the front.

When we got to the party, everyone was dressed about the same as us.

After all of this background, my question is...

When did cocktail party dress change from formal to hawaiian?

Maybe I'm just turning into an old fart (or maybe I already have). Somewhere in the back corners of my brain, I have images of Hugh Hefner on television holding cocktail parties with everyone in formal dress (except for the bunnies). It's not just Playboy After Dark, I remember my parents at least wearing a suit and dress when they went to cocktail parties.

Let me make it clear that I'm not complaining about how our culture has become much more casual. I much prefer wearing jeans and a polo shirt to work instead of a suit. I have a large assortment of camp/hawaiian shirts in my closet. But, there is something just fun about getting dressed up to go out for the evening.

Last spring my family went to see the stage production of The Lion King. We decided to "go to the theater". We got all dressed up in our formal wear, went to a nice restaurant for dinner and enjoyed the show. We may have been the only people dressed that way, but it was fun. At one point, my wife had me glance to my right at the person standing next to me. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It was an amusing contrast to me in my tuxedo. My wife heard one of the ushers make a comment about how nice it was to see someone dress nicely as we walked by.

So, after all of this rambling, I guess I have decided that while I enjoy the increased casualness of our society, let's not forget that sometimes it's more fun, and appropriate, to get dressed up. It's what separates us from the monkeys.