Flotsam and Jetsam

Send me keychains! I need keychains!

Why? Well my cousin has this unbelievably long keychain that he’s built over the years composed of keychains people have given him. His dad travels a lot for work and so has been bringing back keychains from various places for most of my cousin’s life. After noting that my cousin has only actually paid for one out of the hundreds of keychains that are in this giant keychain orgy, I though it would be fun to try and get an influx of additions. They don’t have to be unique, funny, or even amusing. They could be totally bland (like the H.E.B. keychains he has on there). There are no requirements. If you would like to contribute, contact me from the feeback section or leave a comment with you email and I’ll send you our address if you don’t already have it!

Steve Martin is brilliant.

For so many reasons, but in particular right now for his page in People’s 50 Most Beautiful People issue –

“It’s very hard being one of the most beautiful people. Having this kind of beauty is actually a burden. Sometimes I go to a party and not one of the other 49 most beautiful people is there. this makes me feel very solitary and alone, because it means I am the most beautiful person in the room.
If I’m going to a party where I know there will be ‘less beautiful people’, I try to ‘dress down’ in order to hide my beauty. But this seems to actually have the counter-effect of actually making me more beautiful. I guess me and dungarees are a pretty potent combination.
I try not to lord my beauty over others. This is very hard. I try not to mention that I am one of the most beautiful people, but somehow it always comes out. I will usually only bring it up when I’m asked to do a task, like open a garage door. People seem to enjoy my beauty and are genuinely happy for me, because after I mention it, they always say ‘How nice for you.'”

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This is completely a joke and not meant as a mean stab at anyone.

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I have now transferred this blog to Movable Type also. Please let me know if you find any bugs or have any suggestions or anything. This, of course, also means that all previous comments are now gone again. I apologize and hope that this will be the last time. However, now I have nifty built in comments, so utilize them! I think that’s about it for now. I’ll have to settle in and see how comfortable I get in the new digs.

Perfume…

It’s supposed to subtly accent and compliment, not take over the room like guerilla mercenaries assaulting and rifle-butting your olfactory sense into submission.

The Philly Cheesesteak Scale

So my friend and I are quite fond of Philly Cheesesteak sandwiches. Of course, he doesn’t like peppers, and I get no peppers and no onions so I don’t know if it’s really still a Philly or not, but that’s beside the point. Today at lunch, we were trying a new restaurant which, and decided that, as Philly connoisseurs, we had to try them at this new place. We then decided (along with our lovely wives) that there should be various traits by which a Philly is rated. Things such as taste, greasiness/sogginess, and cohesiveness. You see, these sandwiches were indeed very tasty, but they were a bit on the greasy/soggy side, and that fact combined with the intense amount of meat stuffed into the bun, cause the sandwich to reach critical mass and lose it’s cohesiveness. Sexual innuendos aside, you want as much as possible stuffed in there without it losing it’s ability to remain a single sandwich entity, and instead becoming more of a Philly casserole of some sort on your plate. So yeah, there ya go.

Come my children!

And become a creature of the night with me!

Do you have a dog?

If so, CLEAN UP AFTER IT! There is a reason we don’t have pets, and I’m really tired of finding pile after pile of doggie waste by-product on our lawn. We live in an apartment complex where people seem to think it’s perfectly OK to walk your dog, and just let it drop it’s steaming little presents wherever it wants. Today I printed out a sign that says “Please keep your dogs and their waste by-products OFF our lawn. Thank you” and posted it up outside our apartment. If I find out who is doing, I am going to go crap on their lawn.

What’s up with hair and age?

Yes, a TMI post. Why is it that as you get older there is more and more unwanted hair you must deal with? I probably should be happy that the hair on my head shows no signs of leaving, but I could really do without most of the rest of the hair on my body. As the years pass I find myself clipping, trimming, or plucking more and more. It’s quite annoying. Well at least Jess loves me in all my furry splendor.

Cell phones, and band gigs, and trips! Oh my!

So the intense run of gigs went well, but unfortunately the Saturday gigs got cancelled because of rain. It was a bummer because my cover band was going to play and then we were going to do another Craig Davis gig immediately after since the band that was supposed to go on after us had cancelled (however when we arrived at the gig we found out that they may have un-cancelled, so we weren’t sure what would happen anyway). I took the opportunity to look into having my cell phone repaired since it had been having major problems making, receiving, or staying connected to calls, thus making it more of paper weight that you could occasionally use as a phone. I ended up getting a slightly better “refurbished” cell phone for $20! Woohoo! Then on Monday we got up at “stupid o’clock” as Jess calls it to drive to Houston to get her Employment Authorization Card. One and a half hours there, 5 minutes to get her card, one and a half hours back home. I feel sorry for anyone going through this process who doesn’t happen to live only one and a half hours away from the service center.
In other news, I think we should follow Valerie’s tactics in dealing with her own battlefront. We should just set “Saddam Traps” in strategic places.