Saturday, November 29, 2014
This means one thing: an army of me and 10 other uncoordinated drummers could raise havoc in a meat freezer. #drum_sticks_as_weapons_of_massive_meat_destruction
And so ... since the 1970's, there has been a thousand percent increase in drummers. Hence, global warming ... based on my made-up statistics. All I need is a couple of million dollars in research grants to prove this complete true "fact". Won't you help me?
Saturday, November 08, 2014
Worried about getting pregnant? Don't be. You're not having more children. You're simply building a generation of carbon sponges. Yes, financial sponges as well but cute ones nonetheless.
Well, yours are.
Monday, November 03, 2014
Sunday, November 02, 2014
When an auntie will look downward at her wee nephew and say, "Oh, Ernie, you've grown so much since the last time I saw you."
And little Ernie will look up to his mom's sister and say, "Oh, Aunt Sally, you've grown so much since the last time I saw you."
It's those moments you need to capture and post for the rest of us. Thanks!
Actually this craving has been over the last decade or so. But my hunger has been continually thwarted by little things like knowledge, time, eggs, and that most important piece of equipment - an egg cup.
This morning, as if to taunt me further, the Universe showed an info-mercial on cooking the perfect soft boiled egg with a magically egg-cooker thingy (only 5 easy payments of $99.99 and one really difficult payment involving your kidneys).
But the joke was on the Universe. Today, I finally had the time, the eggs, and - with a little help from YouTube - the knowledge.
But no egg cup.
You think this trivial detail stopped me? Much of my life seems to have been spent using the motto: "Adopt, adapt, and improve". The elusive soft-boiled egg was to be mine!
I searched everything I owed to improvise an egg cup. It had to been sized between the bleach bottle cap and an old bed pan. The rodent glue trap would do an excellent job of holding, but a poor job as a plate to catch the runny yolk. There is a limit to how sticky a soft-boiled egg can be. Although, if you're hunger enough ..
Just as I started giving serious thought to picking off the dead bugs from the glue trap, there it was! Hidden in the back of the dusty recesses of the uppermost kitchen cabinet - a Jagermeister shot glass. Well, more metal than glass.
But would this all work with this all come together and satisfy my hunger? Would my cravings finally be satisfied?
Oh yeah, baby!
As you can see, this antlered utensil held a jumbo egg perfectly. And the online cooking instructions helped me create the ultimate creamy yolk-filled soft boiled egg.
For a change, life is good!
Saturday, November 01, 2014
Where did all you people come from? I made my last post here in May because, well, I was discouraged. I was getting reactions with my entries on Facebook and Twitter. Here in Bloggerland, the only visitors seemed to be spam bots and Russian blog hijackers.
So, again, where did you people come from? What brought you here?
All righty then. You've forced me to come up with new posts You need a reason to continue returning, yes?
Friday, October 31, 2014
I thought the trick-or-treaters would be happier tonight as I handed out raw oysters.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
I would say let your political bent be your guide, but some people get a little too passionate in their views. We don't want anyone hurting themselves as they topple over.
And, instead of italics, my messages would become underlined.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Perhaps "burst into song" isn't the most accurate phrase. It's not like there was a sudden joyous chorus of song, followed several small muffled explosions, a shower of feathers, then blessed silence.
To get even, I stood by open windows and cooked eggs ....
Sunday, April 06, 2014
As for people, some will begin venturing into that scary world of pollinating, I mean, romance.
Not to worry. You have many ways to win someone's love: be kind and courteous, give special gifts, serenade with romantic music, remember their name.
The best way to win someone's heart? Be the lucky recipient on the hospital's transplant list.
Unlike the dating lottery, this heart will be with you for a lifetime, silently beating its support for you through good times and bad, perhaps with occasional twinges for your exceptionally bad behavior. (OK, maybe bouts of chest-clutching agony for you over-indulgent slobs.) Still, though they won't admit it, 4 out of 5 divorce attorneys say this is the less painful option.
Also less pane-full is having your car windows down.
So, good luck this Spring. May your heart beat strong and may your windshield be smear-free.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
So this morning, I awoke to a disaster: Comcast is buy Time/Warner. It started with Comcast calling to get TWC's basic package, but ended being up-sold to the "exclusive whole company package" for $44 billion and one month free of HBO or Showtime.
The sale would have happened sooner, but the companies have been on-hold with each other since 2011. Anyway, the deal will be finalized on Wednesday between 8am and 6pm, assuming the CEOs aren't late at other appointments.
I'm not too worried about my Internet service with this merger. TWC gives me a consistent 28.8 kbps on my modem. How bad can it get with Comcast? Tin cans and string?
Nah, Comcast would have to invest in infrastructure. Just like I'm about to invest in my infrastructure: a cup of coffee and a long stare at the 5 inches of ice and snow in my driveway.
Friday, January 10, 2014
That bout of cancer was a bit of a time-sink too.
Anyway, I do want to thank everyone for their birthday wishes. Your thoughts mean a lot to me.
Today was supposed to be a national holiday, but my plans for world domination were thwarted by one nap too many. Perhaps next year.
Actually, another birthday isn't that bad. In a way, I'm like Pinocchio who, had he not become a real boy, would say that he's not scare of growing old. Its just that aging petrifies him.
This year is one of those special years. When someone asks me how old I am, I raise my hand, open and close my fist twice, and say, "I'm this many." (Meaning 55)
The gesture's not quite as cute as when I was five. That doe-eyed cuteness met up with a half-century of "good clean" living (heavy emphasis on the quote marks) and turned into dough-eyed old-guy-ness.
Of course, aging has little to do with cuteness. Aging is about getting better - like wine and cheese. But not like bananas. Nobody wants to hug an old, overripe banana.
So this year, I've got to be the wine without being whiny. I've got to be the zesty cheese without smelling like limburger. And I've got to do what I can to avoid growing mushy brown spots.
So, thank you again for being my friends and family and readers. And for your support. And for your patience.
By the way, I apologize if I've miss your birthdays. To me, you are ageless and every day should be a birthday celebration - complete with donkeys and bouncy things. Sort of like a day at work, except YOU get to ride the donkey and get bounced by things of your choosing.
[p.s.s: I'll tried to release some earlier posts in the next few weeks. please bear with me]
Wednesday, January 08, 2014