Why I’m Acting Ugly Stuff

Guy (my 1989 Mazda MX 6 5 speed) got sick on Monday on the interstate. The “Hero” (local response team to highway troubles) guys tried their best to get him started, but Guy just wouldn’t get going. The “Hero” guys gave me a ride to work and we had to have Guy towed to a service station. (less than 2 miles $80).

I agreed to the $19.99 charge by Firestone (the robbers)to check Guy out to determine what would be needed to get him back on the road.

The Firestone guy called with a grand total of $537.20 to get the car started – further diagnostic would be done at that point with price to be determined by result of said diagnostic.

We called the towing service and for an additional $110 they brought Guy home.

When I have no car to drive I get to ride on what happens to pass for mass transit in the Atlanta Metro area.

I left the house at 6:30 this morning and walked into my office at exactly 9:00. I live about 25 miles away from where I work. 2 1/2 hours for 25 miles. I’m is a particularly pissy mood this morning and I have nothing else to talk about right now.

Excuse Stuff

Hi All,

Today is my day to hang at the Straight Dope Message Board http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/. I pay an annual subscription to be a member – that’s not the reason I’m trying to devote at least one day per week there. I go because of what I learn there. The membership is worldwide – there are conservatives, liberals, religious folk, atheists – it’s good for me to hear news and opinions from another’s perspective.

I start at The Pit. This is the page where you can rant to the nth degree about anything going on at the SDMB or in the world.

I usually move on to Mundane Pointless Stuff I Must Share. I’m inspired sometimes to post here based on what I read there. There’s a lot of comedy in the world.

I go to the other sections of the board based on my mood at the moment.

Warning: Don’t get into a Great Debate without ammunition – you need cites (links to prove your point) to back up any claim. The people who hang out there are pretty tough.

Okay – I’ve shared a site with you. Hit me back with a page you love.


Oh… how did I leave this out?

FLORIDA!

More TV Stuff

Anyone remember “Herman’s Head” or “Late Night With Joan Rivers”? How about “The Tracy Ullman Show” or “The Gary Shandling Show”? “Married With Children”? “Duets” “Open House” or “Women in Prison”? “In Living Color”?

These are all shows from the beginnings of the Fox Network.

I remember a show about the survivors of a nuclear holocaust – but I can’t remember the name of the show. It was a 1/2 hour sitcom and it wasn’t very funny – I just want my curiosity satisfied and I feel that you guys should be the ones to satisfy me. It came on right before Herman’s Head I think. You’ll win 25 cool points for the right answer.

More TV stuff: Name that show!

I’ll give you some of the character’s names – you gimme the show.

#1 – Mary, Jodie, Chester, Danny, Annie, Burt.

#2 – Danny, Jesse, Joey, Stephanie

#3 – Jefferson, Steve, Kelly, Marcie, Al.

#4 – Joe, Brian, Faye, Roy, Helen.

#5 – Denise, Claire, Cliff, Sondra.

#6 – Diane, Carla, Rebecca, Cliff.

#7 – Joey, Monica, Rachel.

#8 – David, Darlene, Mark, Jackie.

#9 – Kevin, Wayne, Jack, Paul, Norma.

#10 -Gina, Tommy, Bro’Man.

Big Ole’ Edit: with answers to quiz – stop here if you didn’t play yet.

#1 – Mary, Jodie, Chester, Danny, Annie, Burt – Soap

#2 – Danny, Jesse, Joey, Stephanie – Full House

#3 – Jefferson, Steve, Kelly, Marcie, Al – Married With Children

.#4 – Joe, Brian, Faye, Roy, Helen – Wings

.#5 – Denise, Claire, Cliff, Sondra – The Cosby Show

.#6 – Diane, Carla, Rebecca, Cliff – Cheers

#7 – Joey, Monica, Rachel – Friends

#8 – David, Darlene, Mark, Jackie – Rosanne

#9 – Kevin, Wayne, Jack, Paul, Norma – The Wonder Years

#10 -Gina, Tommy, Bro’Man – Martin

Blogs of the Week (Yeah Right…) Stuff – Ketchup Time

I haven’t been handling my blog business very well. If something is a something of the week, then it should be posted every week. I defy that common sense rule and continue to title this entry “Blog of the Week”. (kinda like my “daily” excercise routine…cough – choke)

There are so many outstanding writers out there that it would be possible to highlight a great page every day and still have many more to see.

Today (pretend it’s “this week”) I’m featuring this lovely lady, http://wwwguilty-with-an-explanation.blogspot.com/. I like her style – a page about mammograms (that dreaded torture) was titled “Tough Tittie. Funny as hell. Click the link, stroll through archive land and drop her a line.

“Last week’s” feature (pretend I posted last week) was a sweetheart, and a funny writer, http://maidennewyork.blogspot.com/. She has a hilarious guest poster today that you don’t need to miss.

The week before we were (supposed to be) diatribin’ with Dark Damian at http://darkdamian.blogspot.com/. Please don’t skip the comments, especially from Pirate Laurie.

More Ad Stuff and Random Stuff as Filler

There’s a commercial that irks me. (Well, more than others right now) I suppose the concept isn’t bad, but it just doesn’t make any sense.

It’s a commercial for one of the cell phone companies and it’s highlighting the ease in downloading music by using their service.

In order to download, “Rocking the Casbah”, one must know the name of the song.

The commercial makes an attempt at humor when immediately after downloading the song, the guy has no idea what the chorus might be. He sings, “stopping the catbox” and his doofy companion agrees. They do a hurky-jerky (to the music) walk to the car and we are to suppose to believe that they will sing “stopping the catbox” for the rest of the day.

I’ve sung the wrong words to many songs (one of the reasons that “shut up Jali” was a constant refrain in my circle) but I’ve never been unable to read the title to a song.

Another small commercial irritant: the Sonic commercial with the regular married couple again sitting in their minivan discussing the pleasures of the Sonic dining experience. The guy (representing idiocy) mentioned that his jalepeno pepper thingie is sweet and wonders if the recipe has changed. His wife (representing annoying smugness) lets it drop that he’s eating a cheesecake thingie. A-Duh.

This morning the DJ on a local radio station played the complete “Rapper’s Delight” (one of the first rap songs). What struck me was that each of the rappers spoke clearly, told a funny story and didn’t have to brag about shooting anyone or selling cocaine. Some of todays so called rappers should stop and listen to 8 minutes of fun to a beat.

Most folks are aware that rain is Kryptonite to Atlanta traffic so I was prepared for an ugly ride in this morning. Correction: I thought I was prepared. There were at least 8 or 9 accidents on the local roadways that the radio commentators mentioned briefly and the ’snails pace” known as rush hour here was downgraded to “almost dead slugs pace”. I live about 20 miles from my office. I left the house at 7 and got to my building at 8:20. The car that I kindly (BIG mistake) let into my lane left a 5 or 6 car constant gap in front of them, (so 5 or 6 cars were constantly jumping ahead) so again I screwed myself by being nice. I hope the driver had lip reading skills.

I have this image of myself that I continue to hold onto depite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. In my imaginings, I’m 5′9″ so my silhouette is long and lean. The stupid elevators in my building here at work have full length mirrors so it’s difficult to turn away from reality (especially when you’re vain as hell) and once again I was forced to concede that I’m a little teapot… (you all sing the rest of the stupid song) in jeans (casual Friday).

Whoa – Fed Ex just delivered and I have some actual work to do – I’ll come back and add some more if I’m able.

New Years’ Stuff

Yeah right. I guess I’m supposed to write about all the “new and improved” happenings in my life since it’s another new year. (Yawn)

Nothing new – nothing improved.

It’s the same ole’ crap from last year, recycled.

I joined a new gym. (We all KNOW how goofy I can be at the gym). I’m sore as hell today – my arms might just fall off and my stomach really aches (but the people at the gym KNOW who’s the best at working out)

I’m back on a semi-Atkins/ coffee-OD diet. Whenever I get hungry I drink another cup of coffee. (my system is CLEAN! I mean CLEAN!!!).

My last carb (I tremble at the thought) was a delicious french fry at a restaurant in South Atlanta on Tuesday. My last real carb is a better explanation for that mouthful of crunchity goodness. The carbs found in foods I don’t want or like don’t count in my opinion.

I really didn’t plan to start the diet then, but I said, “these are my last carbs” to my lunch companion as I ordered the mushroom swissburger (medium) and once I say the words out loud, the laws of the universe force me to comply. Non-compliance creates additional cottage cheese on thighs.

I said the words at lunch to a blogger that lives in the metro area (who despite all her positive attributes {smart, funny, pretty and f*^$in’ slim like a model} I still like) since the person is in excellent shape and I am not. I suppose I was trying to justify my urge for fatty hi-carb food at the moment. (healthy girl had hummis – grrrrrr).

I can’t describe “healthy chick” to you readers since she prefers not to post a photo on her blog so I suppose she doesn’t want to be identified online. (the surgery went pretty well and her hair will grow back eventually{so she said}) name hint: movie starring Clint Eastwood as a DJ.

I’m not allowed to mention her real name here either. (why I make foolish promises I just don’t know, cause I’m DYING to tell you what her parents actually named her)

What’s in YOUR wallet? (C’mon allow me a stupid and current cultural reference here folks – I got nothin’ else)