This guy needs a CarPuter that plays DVD’s and MPEG’s. This way he can keep at least one hand on the wheel.
Magazines while driving… how "old school".
Monthly Archive for January, 2006
I found this Washington Times article stating that my home state of Indiana is among those where lawmakers are pushing legislation to, despite the Supreme Court’s Roe v. Wade ruling in 1973 guaranteeing a woman’s right to abortion, hope to limit legal abortion to women whose lives are in danger.
If it passes, I guess it means I’m going to have to beat the shit out of my girlfriends who get pregnant, repeatedly kicking them in the abdomen.
Legislation like this should also include a mandatory requirement for those who write high school Health Class textbooks. In the chapter about "Birth Control", they should include a section about how to most effectively kick the crap out of your partner to leave ER doctors no choice but to perform an abortion. This has to be at least as effective as the "withdrawal method" and probably competes with "contraceptive foam".
Really, I’m serious.
A co-worker that I’ve known for years passed away yesterday afternoon. She was around 50, I believe.
Debbie Patrick was a great lady. She started out in Payroll when she first came on-board. Over the years she’d been promoted and held several positions within our Accounting/Finance Department.
I remember years ago when I used to frequent Claude ‘n Annie’s on the west-side of Indianapolis. I ran into her there several times. We’d share beers, laugh, listen to horrible karaoke… and sometimes even dance.
Continue reading ‘This one is serious.’
Today I was raked for deleting posts after I post them. Apparently those with RSS feeds of this site still see the deleted headline and intro-text, but when they click to read the rest… it’s gone. I’m sorry.
I generally assume that anyone who comes to this site knows better than to take much of what’s posted seriously. But a number of times lately, I’ve caught myself posting things that while definitely politically incorrect and meant sarcastically/facetiously, would likely be offensive to some of my friends and/or family.
Rather than have to explain myself later, I just deleted the posts.
Going forward, though, let’s make deal. I won’t delete any entries regardless of how absurd and offensive they come out if you promise to assume that, if you’re offended by what you read, I was just joking. 
What’s the best, easiest way to make a buck in our economic environment… contract for the Federal Government!
This morning I woke up with a severe headache. I had only had 2 beers the night before, so I don’t know what it was about… but it felt like one of the worst hang-overs ever. Then, just before leaving the house, I pulled something in my lower back. I don’t even know how I did it. But I do know that now… I’m in agony.
But… despite the pains, I made my way to Bloomington this morning to have brunch with a friend. She had pancakes and I had a spinach omelette. I had a cup of really good coffee, and we both had a mimosa.
Then I came home and finished my taxes. Whoohoo!
Sitting here right now reminds me of that scene from Johnny Mnemonic where he wigs out because he needs to get online. He needs a computer!
I finally got my W2 today and thought "Now I can finish my taxes, get ‘em filed and get my refund quick!" But then I get to the part about newly acquired business assets and TurboTax tells me that some Katrina legislation was pending at the time of my purchase and that I’ll need to update the software to continue.
It’s times like this I wish I had broadband. Over dial-up, it might be finished by morning. Blech.
But in other news… I’m gonna’ recycle!
Continue reading ‘Just Johnny’
I hadn’t seen her since October. I tried to before Christmas, but she was booked. On Tuesday of this week, I called again, desperately in need. Her earliest opening was 7:30p on Friday.
So… last night I finally saw her. That’s when she almost broke my heart. While cutting my hair, she told me that I was her last haircut and that she was moving. I immediately thought I would never see her again.
But when she saw the look on my face, she immediately followed up saying she was still going to be in town. Phew!
So from now on, I’ll be seeing her at her new salon, Les Champs Elysee’s. If you live in or around Bloomington and are looking for a new stylist, I highly recommend Diona. She’s great. You can schedule an appointment with her at (812) 333-5030. Tell her Chad sent ya’.
Maybe she can hook me up with Manisha.
Yes, it’s a "lazy Saturday", though I have a lot to do and that’s not exactly what I was referring to.
No, I was referring to the laziness of people. It was sparked by Scott Adams’ latest blog entry "Inappropriate Responses". I fall into the same trap often. And after reading Kurt’s latest blog entry, perhaps the people who flip him off for passing them… maybe they too are in their own world reacting automatically to what they assume/expect is going on, oblivious to reality.
But, more importantly, what is it about the human condition that subconsciously forces us, when we’re passing someone on the freeway or being passed, to look at them? Maybe at our core… we NEED that feedback. We NEED to know how the other feels.
I think an interesting experiment would be to go an entire day without looking at the driver you’re passing or are being passed by. At the end of the day, do you feel more or less human?
The other day I read an MSNBC article (which I can’t find now) about web sites offering reviews of prostitutes. For your reading pleasure, might I suggest The Erotic Review or Big Doggie.
I don’t know about most other guys, but one major turn-off for me is hearing ANYTHING about ex-boyfriends… especially anything sexual in nature. Sure I have a history, and I know any woman I’m with does too. But aside from exchanging "STD Free" certifications… that’s about all the conversation about former partners we need to have. I just don’t want to think about the woman I’m with being with anyone else. Call me old-fashioned.
That’s why these sites disturb me. The last thing I want to do is read a "review" of the performance of someone before having sex with them. And I’m certainly not going to base whether I do or not on another guy’s "review". Yuck.
So I’m totally swearing off prostitutes.
Actually, I’ve never paid for sex… unless you count my ex-wife.
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