Further Chronicling of Wasted Time

I've posted two of my new ideas to the halfbakery. Vote for me, and I'll let you keep reading.

Also, here are some of the results of me dragging a poor defenseless pencil against and even more unfortunate page.







I'll get more inspiration later. Still thinking about a logo for my think tank. I've already told ya'll the motto, right? We think, therefore we tank.

Moonshrining

I've long been planning to start my own cult, but now I'm starting to get the idea that it's really all been done, and there are plenty of groups who have done the work for me. I went to a dance given by the National Kidney Foundation on Friday in honor and benefit of my sister and other transplant recipients and wannabes. She's a transplolympian, and they need money to go to Louisville, KY next year. By the looks of things at the party, they'll be able to rent elephants to ride up there if they want.

On an unrelated note, here's a picture I came across today. I don't know who's in the pic, but I'd like to meet her.


I came close to vacuuming the floor today, even going so far as to remove the instrument from the closet and relocate it to the floor in need. I guess I don't wanna rush into something like that. The roaches might stage a coup if I messed with their turf.

Nothing much is new at work. I got a call from a 32-year-old man, who has no phone, no job, no credit card, no bank account, and no mailing address to speak of who is desperately searching for a...wait for it...blue lightsaber. We don't have any in stock, and they're only getting to the distributor on the tenth, but he'll call us back and ask later if we have it. I could've sent him to Nashville if I'd felt like it.


I keep getting an urge to go get four bagels for $3.41. It's one of the cheapest ways to get full I know, and I don't have to clean up the kitchen afterwards. Not that I would clean up the kitchen anyway, but this way the floor doesn't stick to my feet.

I would comment on something relevant to the rest of the world to the rest of the world, but I'm kinda out of the loop. Deep Throat has been revealed, but so far that doesn't have any significance to most of us. There are enough current scandals to worry about that I'm ready to forgive Nixon.

I need new dancing shoes, from what I can tell. That or better socks, b/c I abused my feet the other day at the shrine place. Fortunately I was prepared for such a contingency. I'm so bored.

Sharper Image still hasn't rewarded me for any of the ideas I've submitted, so it's time to send them some more. Seeing as how the Halfbakery doesn't protect the ideas submitted to it, somebody sooner or later is gonna make money off them. Now I don't think that that's a particularly nice thing to do, but I'm a nice guy, and if anybody is gonna steal someone's idea for profit, it might as well be a nice guy. That way, the money goes to somebody who can use it nicely, and not avaricially. Then again, most of their ideas are worse than mine.

I'm rapidly approaching the deadline to give two weeks' notice before City Stages. Surely there's another job that pays at least this well that I can line up before then. I'm working on an incentive program for the headhunters, maybe something involving a free cheesecake to the first one who lands me a paying gig.

Oh, yeah, Leslie showed me a great thrift store called the Foundry. I got a new (to me) leather jacket for $15, and a silk shirt for $0.99. Plus the tie I wore to the shriner shindig. I'll find the pictures later; they must've gotten lost between my camera and computer.

I've gotta go to the bank, because somebody in HR still can't wrap his mind around the concept of direct deposit. A check is still money, but it has an implied message of "I really don't want to pay you, but this the closest I could legally come. Have fun at the bank."

New Words, and Other Finds

I went back to the sporting goods place and found a more liberal clerk to trade in my hand exerciser. This time I got a receipt for $9.99 instead of $7.99, and all because I didn't show her my receipt. As a bonus, the cashier was an even prettier redhead than the previous one I had the pleasure of dealing with, although I felt bad making her have to process the return. It was more complicated than it had to be, b/c she issued me a gift card and immediately depleted its balance back to zero. I guess it's a learning experience for her.

I got some duds to wear to this dance I'm going to tomorrow at a slick thrift store in Bessemer. I'll have to take pictures. Basically I'm going as somebody I'm not, or maybe somebody I would've been if I wasn't who I am. Anyway, I'm gonna dance, and it's about time, too.

I've started reading Catch-22, first in a checked-out copy and then one I found at the thrift store. I also got a cookbook that I'm told even I can follow, a book on shorthand (I need to learn an obsolescent skill to maintain my retro-dork certification), a copy of Animal Farm, and A Tale of Two Cities (among my top three all-time favorites).

I decided to look up another batch of words that I didn't recognize, or that I didn't have a denotation in mind for. They are posted below to benefit the interested and aggravate the disinterested.

bradawl
buxom
cerulean
cloth-head
congenial
elfin
escutcheon
fog
forelock
furgle
genial
gentian
heavy weather
infundibuliform
jocose
lissom
lorgnette
messuage
nile-green
noblesse oblige
pensive
poesy
popinjay
portentous
pouch
pretentious
prolix
rarefy
scraggy
seamy
skittle-sharp
stoic
strident
supra
votary
winsome

How'd it get to be Tuesday?

This seems like a waste of time, but if I had a job, I'd just be typing something else that hardly anybody reads anyway. Here's some pictures I took of some dogs I know.


Wilson


Sadie


Winnie


Luna


OK, so not a dog per se, but a critter nonetheless.

Now I'm out of dogs, but still have more pictures. So much for sticking to the theme.


My brother climbing a tree. He taught Sadie everything she knows.

That's all for now; I'm pushing my luck as it is having both the electricity and internet connection working at once. I feel a crash coming on.

Another Almolst Holiday

The trouble with these holimondays is that you never know what to do on them. I mean, sleeping in is a given, but you don't wanna go anywhere, b/c everybody will aready be there ahead of you.

I almost made it to Albertville to visit my sister-to-be-in-law, but we caved at the last minute on account of my sister double-booked herself with her volleyball coach's dog. (This is gonna be one of those stories that makes you appreciate the interesting things I write).

I'm ready to carpet bomb Charter at this point, since my connection is still nonexistant at home. I've stolen my sister's PC to waste time on blogger in the hope that you my readers will be able to waste some of your own without all of the effort of actually writing.

All that happened yesterday was that I tried to take back a hand exerciser, but they only wanted to give me $7.99 because they upped the price on the new ones to $9.99. Now, they've already switched it for me once at that price, but this time the cashier wanted $2.18 to cover the difference. Of course, she only knew that I'd originally spent $8.16 b/c I actually brought the original receipt; if I'd left it it'd've been an even exchange. She said she couldn't trade it (same UPC, same product) because she'd seen the receipt. I admire her honesty, and didn't argue the point. I was really proud of myself for not making a scene, even though I couldn't have lost the argument if it got to the manager. Plus, there were people waiting behind me, which was more the fault of them being understaffed, but they might not have seen it thataway. The upside is that this one broke much sooner than the first one I bought, which means my hands must be getting stronger somehow.

I'm bored, if you couldn't tell. Nothing seems to be happening here; my yo-yoing is only getting worse and work is pretty stagnant.

Anyway, if you want to kill some more time, check out the Infinite Cat Project. Then tell me I have too much time on my hands.

I'm planning on actually doing something tomorrow. Stay tuned.