The Yellowcard Blues

Today I hate the band Yellowcard. Nothing against them personally, it is just that I work on a college campus and the band is performing in the courtyard adjacent to my building. They have been warming up all afternoon and I'm just a little sick of the noise.

The Art of Losing

As someone who has a bit of downtime on his home computer while waiting for the Internet to dial up, I have come to the conclusion that anyone can win at computer solitare. The trick is to lose. The following screen-grab shows that I have lost this game. I can't deal until I fill up the top rows, but I need to deal to have enough cards to fill up the top rows.

It was a loss, but at the same time it is a cold, calculating victory.



So if you have some time at work to kill, don't settle for winning. Try losing.

The Blog is Six

Huh. Six months of blogging and what do I have to show for it? Writers block and a lot of wasted space.

A Visionary problem.











See these? These used to be my glasses. But they wore out and I had to get some different ones. My new glasses are fine, but they don't feel like me. I wore the above frames for 6+ years. It is funny how something that is just plastic and some screws can take a life of its own.

Income Attacks!!

With this blog as my witness, I WILL get my stinkin' taxes done tonight.
And maybe I'll get enough back to take a certian someone out to do something special.

When Anthony Preaches

When Anthony preaches, he goes to the beaches
Converting all the fish who can’t make it to church.
They swarm up to listen, adrip and aglisten
The trout and the minnow, the pike and the perch.

“Treat all as your brother; don’t murder each other
For all of God’s creatures are children alike.”
What a marvelous spirit; the minnows all cheer it.
They whisper and glare at the murderous pike.

“The root of all evil, great tool of the devil
Is love of possessions-you’d best do without.”
What a marvelous spirit; the pike love to hear it
And cast a stern eye on the miserly trout.

“Work hard. Those who idle will bear harsh requital,
Who shirks all his labors gets left in the lurch.”
What a marvelous spirit; the trout just revere it,
They nudge one another and mutter “Those perch!”

“Eschew fornications and lawless relations
For sex unrestrained leads to sorrow and tears.”
What a marvelous spirit; the perch love to hear it.
They glance at the minnows with snickers and sneers.

The saint ends his preaching; the fish love such teaching.
They watch as his figure recedes from the shore.
Then greed, lust and slaughter resume in the water
And all is exactly the same as before.

-Michael Nibley

Melts in your @%&#*!!! mouth...