No Fuel!

There's hardly any gas in the area I live and work in, which is mostly north and northeast of Atlanta. It's unbelieveable.

I guess there is an additive to our gas that minimizes pollution that is more difficult to get now that the hurricane has come through Texas.

This morning Ia came across a Quik Trip and stopped. Something happened that never does to me. The station was crammed with cars waiting to get gas. I pull in just as a truck backs up to leave and I pull in his spot. Awesome! Until I realize I've left my wallet at home. It took me longer to get out that it did to get in.

So after work Steve rode out on his motorcycle to find a gas station with gas. He calls me and I head over to it. Three pumps. Three lines. Prepay only. I was running low enough that I kept my engine turned off. So it's just me and the gal in front of me. She opens her car door and I hear her say, "Oh fxxx, my tank's on the other side." She pulls away with no gas. Now it's my turn. And now is when I realize I have lost my check card. Called my bank and it will be 7-10 business days before I get it. I'll be on vacation by then.

You know, it's tough bein' me.

Cats -- Part Deu

So I bought this cool cleaning stuff for countertops from Whole Foods. It did a quite nice job on my counters I should say...

But, ah ha! What do I spy? The trail of a cat on my counter as clear as day. You know why this trail is as clear as day? It is because the routine of this cat is to use the litterbox, and THEN jump up on the counters to do a little cat jig on the counters when no one is around to see.

Ewwww

I know which cat this is. And one day I will catch her doing her jig, and then... [yes you guessed it] the jig will be up!!!

heh

Hurlin' Cats

Looking carefully you can see what looks like a water spill. Technically, yes. It is water. That spilled. Out of a cat. Who, while I was out, carefully jumped up onto the coffee table and 'spilled' its cat food onto one corner of the table, and then proceeded to walk over to MY papers and 'spill' onto them.

Once again Steve is chuckling unmercifully, as he and I full well know, cats love to hurl on MY stuff.

Blech.

It's the Emmys!!!

I love love love the Emmys.

I'm really stumped with the Outstanding Drama category. I mean, Lost, Mad Men, House?! That's a hard one. I'm leaning towards Lost and House for this, but I'll say...House.

Outstanding Actor?... It's really between Hugh Laurie and Jon Hamm for me. Those are the only two shows out of the bunch that I watch anyway. I'm going with Laurie.

Outstand Actress... Basically, it's a yawn for me here. I mean, Sedgwick for OUTSTANDING actress? I watch the show all the time, and it's good. She's fun to watch, but that nasally, fakey, phony southern accent is pretty bad. As accents go, Outstanding Actress should go to Hugh Laurie.

Outstanding Supporting Actor HAS to go to Michael Emmerson. HAS to.

Okay. Those are the only ones I care about this years. The rest are not really standouts for me. Let's face it. TV shows have been the lamest this year since the strike. Getting more channels in HD is not helping this. At all.

HEH

...is this old? It might be. Think it's cool beans anyway.

Hot Pockets!

This is really funny. I could watch this video over and over. And I have. Funnee stuff...

Check it out in my Video Bar.

To Dream. Perhaps to Laugh.

I had this dream where I was watching, from some ways off, two women in a conversation. I did not recognize either of them, but I think they were working in a hair salon. One turned to the other standing beside her and made a sarcastic comment about her love for country music. The other women giggled and started singing a country song to the other women. It must have been a pretty good sarcastic comment she was got because she didn't stop there. She turned behind her to a set of drawers and started pulling out items that I couldn't see very well from my vantage point. Although I did get a glance of some large sheet music. Suddenly, she ran over to an open area, had a mic in hand, a band behind her, and started performing. It was kinda crazy, and kinda funny. It's at this point I realize my son is sitting behind me, on some large cushion or something, watching the events unfold, and laughing with me.

Not to be out done, the other women runs over to the open space next to the women who is still performing, and has a huge band with her. What they are doing is a parody of the lady performing. The band is pulling out huge pieces of sheet music entitled "Music 101" in an attempt to mock the other women's band that is still playing. Then they act out playing their instruments in an exaggerated way, comically pantomiming playing their instruments, while crawling around all over each other. The whole time this is going on, my son and I are laughing so hard we can hardly stand it. Tears are rolling down my eyes, and my stomach is hurting. The parody goes on for some time, and we never stop laughing.

Until that durn alarm clock goes off.

You know. I have dreams where I am scared, depressed, confused, lost, tired, etc. I can never, ever remember having a dream where I am laughing for a long while until I'm utterly worthless. Heh.

I will say, some of my fondest memories growing up alongside my son, were the ones where we enjoyed a good laugh. So I've decided to give my stamp of approval on this dream, and hope to meet him there again soon - once my stomach isn't so sore.

Talk about your banner days, man!!

Yesterday,the mightly Scott Sigler, author -- and one of my favorite podcasters,in all his splendor and Silerism, accepted my invite to my LinkedIn page.

OH. MY. GOSH.