Friday Fragments
Only half the usual number of people showed up to my Jazz presentation yesterday. Either everyone is on their end-of-August vacation, or people really hate Jazz. I had three people approach me before the seminar to say that they hated Jazz (and what it turned out they hated was combo jazz). I think most people today equate Jazz with the song on the babysitter's mix tape from Jerry MacGuire.In a particularly generous moment of ambition, I added fourteen new items to my 222 Things About Me page 
so there's only six more to go before the list is complete. Is there anything about me you'd like to know that's not covered? Let me know via my comments section because I'm running out of ideas. The lists on that page were getting rather unwieldy so I took the excuse to break down the bigger lists into sublists and more sublists. It's a veritable trove of treasure lists in there. Arr!I love the HTML tag (which stands for "list item" and makes those little dots in each one of these Friday Fragments). It's like a list in a can, and you can never go wrong with lists.
I'm rather surprised that we're approaching the end of August and I'm still going strong with meaty updates. I attribute it to my readers -- the site is now averaging about seventy visitors per day (up from fourteen per day in June). It's amazing how much more interested I am in writing now that I know there are people out there reading and enjoying what I write. My readers run the gamut from the silent Jim Barry who comes on little cat feet and then moves on without a word every day, to Anna, Kim, Paige, Rachel, Jaood, Kathy, and Florida-Mike, who pop in over their morning coffee, to Tree who regularly shares his misanthropic childhood angst about at least one of my daily topics via the comments section. Thank you all for keeping me motivated!Yesterday, I received an e-mail from a first-time visitor in Utah who said she loved my writing and called me a hottie. Now in general, people don't classify me as "hot" except in one of two circumstances: either I'm moving a heavy couch or I'm cast as a water-craving extra in the Gobi Desert in a remake of the 1959 King of the Mongols (in which case the credits show me as "Hot Guy #2", and not "hottie"). That e-mail was an excellent start to my Thursday.I did not regularly use the adjective, excellent, until about a month ago, but now I use it all the time. I'll have to investigate this further, but I seriously hope I'm not channeling the spirit of Keanu Reeves as Bill of Bill & Ted. That would be bogus.
This picture makes me smile everytime it shows up in the sidebar Calendar. All of the pictures come from other parts of this site, or older news updates and there are currently 58 possible centerfolds. Have you seen them all? Even the one of the woman having relations with a spider is in there but there's only a 1.7% chance that you'll see her. It's like winning the lottery, wouldn't you agree?
I get annoyed that the buttons on the ATM never line up with the text on the screen which tells you which button to push. I always have to second-guess myself and crouch down a few feet to line the text up. I've only gone to the ATM once in the past three months, so I'm not sure why my panties are in a knot about this.Last night I had a dream that I was walking up Pickett Street where I lived as a kid, going to Hammond Junior High School. There was a skunk following me about fifty yards back. He was trying to look discreet like a secret agent but I noticed him the whole time. I tried to evade the skunk tail (!) but he followed me all the way into the woods by school, and then I woke up to Amber jumping on my face. On the way to work this morning, I passed two dead skunks, one on Dranesville and one on the Parkway. I have no clue as to what this means.Listening to Santo & Johnny's Sleepwalk (272KB MP3) never fails to calm me, relax me, or put me in a good mood. Last weekend after poker, I was flying up Route 28 around one in the morning, windows rolled down, and no one else on the road. I was already in an unusually good mood when this song came on the radio and for some reason, the feeling it evoked really made me appreciate all the good bits of my life. I may have been born with a horseshoe up my ass for all the lucky breaks I've gotten throughout my life, but in the down times, it's sometimes hard to remember to be thankful for those good bits.I know this isn't my Musical Motives day, but here's one more musical fragment for you: my definitive summer song is surprisingly not by the Beach Boys like everyone else and their mothers. It's Pleasant Valley Sunday by the Monkees. When I hear this song, I picture waking up during summer vacation as a kid -- the window is open and the air has that hot edge that says it'll be scorching by the afternoon. Over the hum of lawnmowers, I can hear the faint, but ever present thrum of traffic on I-395 a few miles away.My weekend plans are a mix of work and play. I plan to do absolutely nothing on Friday night except to savour the fact that I'm no longer writing music presentations. On Saturday, my dad and I are recoating the driveway and making a giant planter box between my house and my new sidewalk. If you would like a small plot of dirt to start a flower or herb garden, let me know and I'll let you sharecrop. Disclaimer: Marijuana is not an acceptable herb, especially since my security clearance is still pending. Saturday night is Poker Night, and Sunday I've offered my steam cleaner and services towards cleaning the apartment I helped vacate last weekend. I recently incorporated my cleaning company, Hot Mug Steaming Rugs, where "Hot" is in the "moving heavy couches" sense and "Mug" is in the classic 1990s "Man, you be stupid as a mug" sense.
I have no plans for next week yet, but I hope they will involve pirates. Pirates make everything better. Arr! There should be pirate-themed versions of all major sports. Getting a 7-10 split would be called "clearin' the straits with yer wide-berthed barnacle buster" and linebackers would have to have peglegs.Tomorrow is Mike Buns' birthday and Sunday is Wythe Newberry and Gretchen Mourer's birthday. I have not seen any of these people in a million years, but Happy Birthday anyhow! Everyone else, have a great weekend. I'll be back on Monday as always.
I've brought Pocket Scrabble in case we're bored. The only problem is I won't have any pockets to put it in Pranks of people with too much time on their hands Lost: What's in the hatch? (no spoilers)Yesterday's search terms:
orient express coaster on quicktime, people who sell yellow lab dogs close to schenectady, recipe for groundhog deterrent
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