posted Nov 29 2013 6:16PM
I'm working my way through those food items I brought home from Thanksgiving dinner, and I have to say, after four turkey sandwiches in a day, it hasn't gotten old yet.
posted Nov 26 2013 5:35PM
It's around this time of year that you start to hear people saying they can't wait for it to snow. I strenuously disagree with this position. Snow creates all kinds of problems, not the least of which is the fact that people seem to be incapable of driving in it.
I don't get it. There are people I know who have lived on the East Coast their entire lives. These are full-grown adults who have lived with snow year in and year out and yet they still seem to be incapable of driving in it.
Maybe I was lucky. The year I got my driver's license there was a blizzard. So I had no choice but to learn to drive in snow. And ice. And sleet. And you name it. And I had to do so in a rear-wheel drive car from the 70s. Tip: invest in sandbags. Lots of them. Fill your trunk with them. Unless you like the excitement of fishtailing wildly all over the road.
In any case I had to learn to navigate the winter weather. Instead of trial by fire, it was trial by ice. And I did fine. Sure I slid off the road into someone's front lawn once, but honestly once the grass grew back in the spring it was fine. And I didn't hit the fence. I merely bumped it. I had all but slid to a stop by then.
My point is merely this: I hate snow. No, that's not it. My point is if you have to drive in bad weather, take it slow and be careful. If you have a 4X4 vehicle remember that it doesn't give you license to go 80mph in snow. Judging by the number of pickup trucks and SUVs I've seen on their roofs in the median strip of I-70, I think some people need to be reminded. And remember I say these things because I care. I'd love to make it through a winter in which there are no accidents. That may be wishful thinking but I honstly believe that if everyone does their part, takes care and uses caution, that will go a long way. Cheers.
posted Nov 22 2013 9:05PM
Thanksgiving is next week, and between you and me, I'm pretty happy about that. Thanksgiving has long been my favorite holiday. I'm not sure why, but I think it has something to do with the fact that everybody's off work or school (hopefully) and the day is all about being appreciative. And eating. I love turkey. And gravy, and mashed potatoes. Also ham. That's good too. And now that I'm an adult I usually go home with enough leftovers for a couple days' worth of turkey sandwiches. So that's good too. I hope you have a good Thanksgiving. And a safe Black Friday. More on Black Friday later. The next entry in this blog will be about my thoughts on that peculiar and uniquely American "holiday." Cheers.
posted Nov 20 2013 5:49PM
Why is the check engine light a thing? Can't they be any more specific? My first car was a 1971 Pontiac LeMans (a classic even then; I'm not that old). On the dashboard were like 12 indicator lights. If something went wrong, you knew exactly what it was. Plus, the engine only had around 12 or so parts, so if a light came on you knew what to fix (I exaggerate, but only slightly).
Now there's just the check engine light. If that comes on it could be the result of any of a hundred different things, some of which are more or less harmless, some of which are very bad indeed. And you have no way to know what the problem is without some kind of device you plug into the car's computer.
It's exasperating, especially when you factor in the fact that among the few other indicator lights are an airbag indicator. An airbag indicator! Who needs that? I've had an airbag go off in my face and trust me it's not the kind of thing that could possibly escape your notice. That airbag goes off, I assure you you'll know all about it. First of all is the noise. It's loud. Real loud. I've been to the gun range before, I've seen fireworks demonstrations up close, and the airbag is much, much louder, possibly because (a) it's literally right in your face and (b) it's inside an enclosed car, at least in my case it was. The accident that caused the airbag to fire took place in late fall, so the windows were all rolled up. Other than that is the airbag itself. As I said it's right in your face. And your chest. For a moment I was pinned to my seat, unable to move. Then the airbag deflated. My seatbelt had locked up, and it stayed that way. I learned later that they're supposed to do that, and the only way to unlock them is through some mechanical process that involves removing panels from the car's interior and etc. So I sat there for maybe five minutes trying to make it unlock before I finally gave up and just unlatched it.
But that just further illustrates my original point. Cars are needlessly over-complicated these days. Except for the dashboard indicator lights, of course. Whew, all right, rant over. Thanks for reading. Cheers.
posted Nov 13 2013 7:51PM
In the summer you often hear the following phrase thrown around: "It's not the heat, it's the humidity." And that is often the case. I've found that in the late fall and winter it's more like, "It's not the cold, it's the wind." Because brrrr, amirite?
So last weekend I shaved my head. On a lark. Without thinking through the consequences. I don't really miss my hair as such. What I miss is the built-in insulation my hair provided. I don't know how Tiny does it. My poor noggin is cold all the time. I have to wear a skullcap around the house just to keep it warm. Definitely should have waited until the summer to do this. Ah well. I can take comfort in the knowledge that I make this look good. Cheers.
posted Nov 11 2013 6:05PM
I have no phone at present. It's kind of nice. Peaceful, quiet. The battery in my phone died of old age, and I have a new one on order, but it won't get here for a couple of days. Until then I plan to bask in the silence. It's a true fact that many people get too attached to their phones, and I'm no exception. So now it's time for a break. True, the break wasn't my idea, but I'll enjoy it anyway. Cheers.
posted Nov 5 2013 5:25PM
Have you ever noticed that if you repeat a certain word enough times it begins to sound ridiculous? Take any word and say it over and over and over and before long it loses all meaning.
Try this: say "butter." Butter. Butter. Butter. Butterbutterbutterbutterbutterbutterbutterbutter. See? Now try to picture butter in your mind. Can you do it? Pretty weird, huh?
How about "shoe?"
It just goes to reinforce the fact that words are created by people, and they hold whatever meaning we assign to them. So if I were to decide that a telephone was now called microwave, it would be. Of course if I did people would look at me sideways when I talked about apps on my microwave. Actually that might be fun to try. Cheers.