The Dangers of Underage Drinking

I was out on my daily stroll with Rudy at about 8pm last night. While making our way down a desolate and poorly lit stretch of sidewalk along the main roadway, I stumbled upon a 3/4 full mickey of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum laying on the sidewalk. Given that it was Saturday night, I assume that some local youth dropped it out of his pocket/backpack/pantleg while on his/her way to wherever they had intended to imbibe the contraband. It seems to be the most logical explanation. So I picked it up and dumped it out at the roadside, lest some minor come upon it.

Yet another fine example while those underage aren't responsible enough to drink. They aren't able to hold their liqour.

Emasculation 101

Have you ever had one of those moments where you are doing something without thinking, then suddenly realize what you are doing and say to yourself, "What the hell?"

For example, if you're out grocery shopping and you discover yourself singing along to the music being piped through the store speaker system, which happens to be Hold On by Wilson Philips. And you're singing out loud. And you're a guy.

What the hell?

Synergy

Has anyone else noticed the (not-so) subtle marketing being employed by Sony?



If anyone has been to the movies lately you may have seen the Playstation 3 ad preceding the trailers in which a boy walks up to the roof of his apartment building (in New York presumably) and everyone is looking up in the sky as a '3' casts a shadow over the city. When I first saw it, I though it was a preview for Spider-man 3.

Slick.

Passing A Stone

Most days, sometime shortly after dinner, I put on my shoes, throw on my jacket, grab the leash and take my dog out for a walk. It has become a time of day where I am alone with my thoughts and allow my mind to wander. Quite often, my wanderings lead me towards blogging. This may be blogs I have read and perhaps want to comment on, or topics I want to write about. The ideas come easily, and in my mind I compose entries that are things of beauty. I think to myself, "Self....this is a great idea. In the immortal words of Van Wilder.....write that down."

Once home, I sit down at my computer, log onto Blogger, crack my knuckles and.....

......nothing.

Words fail, desire fades, time dissipates. Nothing is written. The entire process causes me no end of aggravation, and no doubt is dissappointing to those who still bother to check in here. I suppose the addition of Alexandra to our family and the demands that she places on myself and Tam has played a significant role. On days that I work, I'm away from home for 12 hours at minimum, so that doesn't leave a lot of time for other pursuits. I've also found that contrary to my theory that putting the computer in the same room as the t.v. would increase my productivity (the two-birds-with-one-stone principle), the exact opposite is true. My attention is pulled between the computer and the idiot box resulting in my not really enjoying either. My blogging delinquency is not to be attributed to lack of ideas, though. Here is but a sampling of topics bouncing around my head:

• An Interview With Myself
• Religion...Hooah: What is it good for?
• Recipe for a Great Commute
• Why Galactica Would Completely Frak Up The Enterprise
• Random Christmas Gift Ideas for my Family (vol. 1 - x)
• Review: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
• A Letter To My Favourite Teacher
• Alexandra: Crying, Eating, Pooping, Sleeping
• Things I've Learned From Watching The Ultimate Fighting Championship
• The Story of Herschel Wilson
• Identity Crisis: Blueteeth, Tattoos and Baggy Jeans
  
• Television Sucks (But I Watch It Anyway)
• It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time

My memory presents those for your consumption, but rest assured there have been many, many more. If you have a burning desire to see any of those come to fruition, please let me know. Alternatively, if you have an idea for a post, it may just motivate me to write, so fire away.

Something else which has been hampering my ability to write lately is the fact that this is post 100.

Whoop-dee-doo!

I've done the math, and I average out at about 9 spectacular posts a month, or 1 ever 3 1/2 days. And some are cop-outs like this.

Anyway....there you have it. Number one hundred. Hope you enjoyed it.

P.S. I wasn't invited to TomKat's wedding. I'm sooooo not sending them anything.

Remembrance Day

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-John McCrae-

Eviction Notice

Remember this?

Well friends....there's been a new development. As it turns out, the poor buggers living in the fence in my backyard who faced the business end of a can of wasp killer may have been innocent. (Did you see that? Did you see what I did there? Buggers? I slay me.) While I was outside this afternoon doing some yardwork, I made a startling discovery.....

...a big honkin' wasp nest located in a cedar in the front yard right where I suffered my tragic injury. I present this startling photographic evidence as proof.

A little hedge trimming leads to a shocking revelation.

Peek-a-boo.

Presenting the evidence.

Luckily (for them), the previous tenants had vacated. Nevertheless, I made the eviction official, lest they come back and set up shop next season.

I am wise to your tactics, wasps. When next we meet on the field of battle, I shall not be duped so easily.