26, 2008: Random Thoughts
- Some rich Southerner,
maybe a member of the Walton family, should buy a sports team and
adopt the mascot that would acknowledge to the world that the real
Southern symbol of strength, endurance, strategy, and might is NOT
the dolphin, the panther, the heat, the hawk, the brave, or the
saint. It's the cockroach. Duh.
- Though I have never seen
squirrels poo, I have actually seen them having sex (which
leads me to believe they have sex more often than they poo).
Squirrel sex lasts 10 seconds, tops. I'm glad I'm not a
- I am probably the only
person who looks forward to going to the dentist. Think about it.
You're lying there, helpless, with your mouth hanging open and drool
going everywhere. It's a lot like taking a nap.
- The phone book has no
table of contents. It could really use one.
- Dick Cavett writes more
like me every day. I think he's reading my blog.
- My life would be a lot
less complicated if I were NOT an extroverted misanthrope.
- People murdered in
mystery novels tend to be assholes. People murdered in true
crime novels tend to be saints. Just thought I'd point that
- I own many Moleskines.
But I'm too lazy to pronounce the brand name as "mole uh skeen uh."
Plus I'm neither Italian nor pretentious. So there.
- Do other people have
co-workers who send them an e-mail asking them to e-mail the group?
Isn't there a step in there somewhere that could be skipped?
- A skinny, pimply-faced
15-year-old boy calls himself "Sex Machine" on MySpace. Now I
understand why it's good to be 40.
- As the holiday season
begins, I am reminded that turkey and tofu have a lot in common.
And neither one puts me in the holiday spirit.
I teach; cook; write; hike; read; dally; canoe; eat; write; rock 'n
roll; eat some more; tumble and fall; dawdle; complain; bento;
write; organize; watch movies; ignore e-mail; renovate; write;
curse computers; brew my tea dark and bitter; herd cats; live in
Arkansas; Plato, Derrida, and rhetoric (yes, those are verbs);
remain overly cautious; persuade; imbibe; GTD; and oh, yeah, I write
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