You think it’s easy? I don’t think so. 🙂
Elsewhere in my internet travels, I ran across another very helpful tool, The Blackadder Quote Generator. You’ll get words to live by, such as: “If nothing else works, a total pig-headed unwillingness to look facts in the face will see us through. ”
Today, I saw the first display of real, true class in a long time. Thanks, Jeanne.
And why are we turning into a nation with the most obnoxious cellphone ringers around? On the train tonight, I heard no fewer than 10 really loud and annoying “polyphonic” cellphone ringtones. Fur Elise, the “I Dream of Jeannie” theme song, some Mozart thing I can’t remember the name to but I’ve heard it millions of times, and I can’t remember the others. It used to be that all we had to contend with were obnoxious cellphone users– now their rings are worse.
My favorite, though, was one I heard the other day: not only was there a loud, polyphonic thing playing, but over the song, this lady’s phone had a voice saying “Attention: you have an incoming call.” Where did she get her phone? Cingular Brainless?
All I know is that when I’m in charge, we’re going back to a simple chime (bells are nice, you know?) on all cellphones. And I will be the sole arbiter of who should carry a cellphone in the first place. Arrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh.
Okay, I’m better now.
I was listening to Wings’ “Band on the Run” CD the other night. This was a great album, and proof that Paul could come up with something really good when he put his mind to it.

Cold January

It’s been hovering in the single digits around here the past few days. It’s 15 degrees in downtown Chicago as I write this.
A lot of people are complaining, but once again Roger the Security Guard came up with words of wisdom: “It’s Chicago. It’s January. What do people expect? You just gotta go with it.”
Makes sense to me.
In the past couple of days, I’ve seen four guys from the ‘old days:’ Chuck, Jim, Michael, and Tim. Chuck is still consulting (no surprise), Jim’s getting married next summer (he found The One), Michael’s company just went public and they cut his stock options in a 3-to-2 reverse split (bummer), and Tim is still on an even keel, trying to teach his 16-year-old son that it might be a good idea for him to get a job if he wants to use the car. In all, it seems we remain a pretty well-adjusted group. Or we’re really fooling ourselves.
I’m gonna get the lowdown on the knifemaking world tonight with my pal Journeyman Smith Bob.
The following is for administrative purposes only 🙂 —> A:8 P:4 D:2 (NA)
Just finished reading “The Man Who Ate The 747.” It sort of turned into “It’s A Wonderful Life” at one point, but it was a really nice and sweet love story. Next up: whatever moves me when I make it downstairs to Barbara’s Bestsellers.

Big Wheels

Last night, I stopped by the car dealership to pick up the set of floormats and the wheel cover they owed me. There was a huge champagne-wine-and-hors d’oeuvres kickoff party going on for the new Volkswagen Phaeton. The kids grabbed a couple pieces of cheese toast, and I looked for my salesguy. A few minutes later, he drove up in one of the new cars. He asked me if I wanted to take it out for a spin. I was hesitant at first, then I realized that one doesn’t get the opportunity to be in control of $89,000 worth of German engineering that often. The kids climbed in back and the salesguy got in the passenger seat, and off we went. All leather interior, lumbar massage while driving, sweet audio system, and all the gadgetry you could imagine, driven by 12 cylinders under the hood. The most amazing thing was hitting the gas and reaching 55 MPH in seconds, all in complete silence. The kids wanted me to buy it, at least until I explained that I could buy them each a convertible slug bug with money left over for gas for the same price as the car we were in. The salesguy pointed out that the car was also worth a couple years of college. I think I’ll stick with the Passat for now.


Success: To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded! –Ralph Waldo Emerson