Then reality dropped back a step or two, and proceeded to kick me square in the onions. How’s your day going?
I wrote a short piece yesterday evening, and posted it at Mockable in the dark of night. I suspect some of you might disagree, but I think it’s kinda funny.
And since I’m self-promoting here, be sure to check out the Sports Figures with Filthy, Filthy Names page. I recently added three or four new athletes to the gallery.
If you have any additional recommendations, please let me know. It’s very important work we do here, and our high level of integrity must be maintained. …Hello?
Also, I have a Google Buzz account, if you’re interested. I tried to be open-minded and an early-adopter, but I’m just not feeling it yet. What do you think of Buzz? Have you used it much?
It feels chaotic to me, and I’m not really a fan of chaotic.
And since we’re on the subject… Through my vast network of liars and backstabbers, I recently got my booger-hooks on a (completely legit, non-bootleg) copy of Microsoft OneNote software.
I was unfamiliar, had never even heard of the thing. But man, I love it. I’m already completely reliant, and have only been using it for a few days.
It’s basically an organizational tool, and allows you to keep your notes and scraps and to-do lists in one central, customizable place. I’m a big-time list-maker, as mentioned, and my lists end up scattered all across the landscape. But now I’ve got the fallout of my mental illness all sorted and color-coded! Pretty cool.
All joking aside, I do like it a great deal. It’s one of the first things I open in the morning, and use it constantly. If I’d paid for the software I’d now say, “Money well-spent.” But I guess I won’t…
Toney and I were in Old Navy over the weekend, and I’m very skeptical of that place. Ya know? Some of their clothes (some of it) looks pretty good in the store, but after the first washing… it all goes to hell.
We were discussing this fact, and together coined a new phrase. It describes what happens to clothes at places like Old Navy after the first washing: shrinkle.
What do you think? Does it have legs? Feel free to work it into your conversations, if you’d like. Maybe we can cause it to take-hold, and eventually be added to the dictionary?
Yes, that will be my legacy, what will be carved on my headstone: Jeff Kay 1962-(whenever I croak) Came up with shrinkle.
And another thing… Why is blue underwear always the saggiest? Have you noticed this? The other colors do what’s asked of them, but blue kinda lies down on the job.
Or is this just all in my head?
I was listening to Clive Bull last night at work, and he was talking about a British couple who won 56 million pounds in the Euromillions lottery, or somesuch.
Here’s a story about it.
Many of the callers were infuriating me, by saying it was “too much” money, and that nobody “needs” so much, and stuff like that. Hey, it’s a lottery, ya commies! That’s the point of it: the extremely slim chance of winning outrageous amounts of cash.
Then, of course, they wanted to insist that the winners do this and that with the money — all manner of feel-good stuff — and I very nearly turned it off.
But after the crybabies died-down, Clive started asking the basic question, and it got kind of interesting: What would you do if you won 56 million pounds (or $88 million)? How would you spend it? Or would you?
And I’m going to make that the Question of the Day: How would you proceed if you hit the lottery jackpot? Would you be one of those liars who say they’ll continue working? Would you buy expensive cars and boats, and stuff like that? Would you move somewhere new?
Tell us about it in the comments.
And I’ll be back tomorrow, with more of this questionable material. Oh my god…
Have a great day, my friends.