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October Twitter Detritus

Rick — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 23:03:16 +0000

More flotsam and jetsam from the shipwreck of my mind in 140 characters or less:

Got a crap load of things to do today. I hate moving and I’m not even the one moving.
One day is not enough time to move a household. Legs and shoulders are feeling the burn. Looking forward to a full night’s sleep.
Big, ugly bruises on upper arms and thighs. Glad the big stuff is mostly in place now.
Great yoga class. Good workout, feeling very relaxed and, strangely, hungry. Is there a connection?
Watched half of Secret Girlfriend on Comedy Central. Lame, totally lame. Adolescent humor at its most pathetic.
Dyed this afternoon and reportedly look 10 years younger. Don’t have to look like Mom.
SCAT in Springfield. I’ve got to get pictures and post them. It’s everywhere.
Just wondering. What’s with all the fishing shows on the Discovery Channel? What’s next? Baiting Bass with Bob?
Don’t bitch about the exorbitant extra fees the airlines are charging, just stop flying.
“Watch any game you want when you want.” I’m already doing that without DirecTV’s NFL Sunday Ticket. I’m watching all the games I want!
Had a dream this morning about the Duncan Donuts girl in San Angelo. What was her name? Gosh, that was such a long time ago.
The Duncan Donuts girl’s name was Grace. The name just suddenly popped into my head.
Morning comes too damned early in the morning.
Got something in the mail saying I’ve been “pre-forgiven.” Now I can sin with impunity.
Chicken for dinner this evening. She doesn’t eat her chicken naked but she doesn’t mind if I do.
Grease fires & exploding microwave ovens on Mythbusters. Definitely a do not try this at home episode. Cool to watch though.
Another good class and a lot of closeness. But so focused I hardly noticed. It’s like that sometimes.
Best simile heard this week – “like a white trash bar mitzvah” (The Jeff Dunham Show, 10/29/09). I’m trying to visualize it.
Learned a new word, PORMEDY. Porn + Comedy. It aptly describes a lot of the porn I’ve seen. Deep Throat and Captain Lust come to mind.
Remember, inspired by a true story doesn’t mean that it IS a true story.
I messed up. The Great Wall of China was not supposed to go. Apparently it had monetary value or something. I explicitly asked permission.
Soon I’ll have to turn out the lights and pretend I’m not home. Why should I contribute to tooth decay, obesity, and diabetes?

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Bikes, Toons, Nazis, & Nudists

Rick — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 16:49:00 +0000

Today’s Quote: “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” ~ Theodore Roosevelt

Song: Choo Choo Mama
Artist: Alvin Lee & Ten Years After
Album: Rock & Roll Music to the World
Released: 1972
Alvin Lee is a very under-appreciated guitarist and bluesman, at least here in the US. He really is quite good.

I called in sick today. Shortly after lunch yesterday I began getting those nasty tasting burps, the kind you get when something just ain’t right with your stomach. Then after dinner, the fun began at the other end. I took something for it and that seemed to help for a while although my stomach didn’t feel right. I just knew I was going to hurl and wanted to get it over with. I think I got up every 30 minutes or so throughout the night to trot down the hall. I stopped earning frequent flyer miles around 7:30 this morning and the hurl never came. I guess I should be grateful for that. Now, I feel hungry. The worst is over.

I did manage to get more than 30 minutes of sleep at one point and had a strange dream. It seems rather disconnected now but it seemed to flow together while I was having the dream. The dream involved bicycle riding on country roads, a bunch of kids watching cartoons on a big screen TV, traveling with a bus full of Nazis in full SS regalia, and nude people on the sidewalks in town. Don’t ask me how all these elements fit together. I’ve long forgotten those details already. I suspect it had something to do with not feeling well and the lack of REM sleep.

Since it’s Erection Day, I intend to wander down to the polling place and make a decision on which Democratic candidate I’d like to see face the Republican machine in November. I suspect it won’t make much difference. I foresee four more years of Republinazi repression, warmongering, and neo-conservatism. Moving to Denmark is looking better all the time.

Looking for a clue

Rick — Mon, 28 Feb 2005 01:17:25 +0000

I had another wonderful dream yesterday morning and once again, Roscoe woke me from it. In this dream I was about to receive a most wonderful gift and just at the moment I was to receive it … well, you know the rest of the story.

Our anniversary is only a month away so it’s time to start searching for clues and making plans. As usual, I am in a quandary. I don’t have a clue as to what she’d want as a gift and, of course, I can’t really afford anything. However, I can’t let that stand in the way. Am I any unhappier with $55,000 in credit card debt than I was with $54,000?

Last year she gave me a clue, one so obvious that even a dimwitted fool like me couldn’t miss it. It worked out well and I was rewarded handsomely for pulling it off. Of course, there was the year before when I came up with what I truly believed was a thoughtful and appropriate gift, and all I got was, “Oh, they’re nice.” That hurt and I’m still not over it. To this day, I don’t think she realizes that those were real diamond earrings and not some cheap zirconium knock offs.

Will she give me any hints this year or will I have to figure this one out on my own? You would think that I would know by now, almost instinctively, what she desires. I used to believe that I did but I’ve come to realize that I was usually mistaken. In the past few years, I feel as though I hardly know her at all and each gift-giving occasion becomes more traumatic for me. My Christmas coup was totally unexpected and should be considered a freak occurrence.

Well, I’ve still got a month to agonize over this; I may as well get started. Wish me luck.