I typically take great care to come up with a theme for each of my blog entries, rather than succumb to the typical weblog “what’s on my mind today” sort of entry. Well, screw it - it’s Monday, and I haven’t been coherent all day.
- I am really sick of this new foam soap that has become so prevalent. I am not sure why it annoys me so much, but it does. I imagine it is cheaper and less wasteful, but I just do not get a thoroughly clean feeling after washing my hands. Plus, 3.7 out of every 10 times I use it I manage to squirt it somewhere other than my hands. It is doubly annoying trying to buy those little kitchen/bathroom bottles now because I have to take care to avoid said foam dispenser. I want to wash my hands, not shave my face. - Jeff Gordon has really gotten the hose job in NASCAR with the advent of this myattentionspanissoshortineedtobeentertainedinminuteintervals creation that is the Chase for the Nextel/Sprint/insert generic mobile phone manufacturer here Cup. I try to stay away from writing about our Racing Overlords, but I actually feel bad for Jeff. He has taken essentially unsurmountable point leads into 2 “Chases” only to lose both. That is complete garbage, and I was happy to finally see him stick his toes across the company line over the weekend to finally express a modicum of disdain for the Chase. He should not be stuck on the “Drive for 5″; it should be “Swervin’ for 7″ or something like that. He should be right on the heels on Earnhardt/Petty in terms of total championships, but nooooo. - My lesson for the day is that Metamucil is not really needed. A breakfast of a granola bar, coupled with a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, and an afternoon Dr. Pepper is more than enough to keep one regular. Actually, if this is regular, then I feel bad for the poor bastards who are more regular than I am. - The above lesson did also cause me to notice something about mens pants that I had neglected to observe previously. The nicer the pair of pants, the more restraint systems it employs. My generic Dockers have a single button. Combined with a belt, this is a very manageable solution. The reasonably pricey pair of pants I have on today (bought on closeout) feature two buttons AND a latch. My second best pair has one button and two metal latches. This observation came at a tough time though, certainly not one I wanted to learn while tithing to the Porcelain Church. Good Lord, I was looking around the stall expecting to have to submit to a retinal scan too. But, at least I now know I am safe if I get attacked by a herd of vagabond nymphomaniacs on my way home.
Dehydratedly yours, -Michael