The ring on my left hand ring finger is making me itch. Scratch…scratch…it’s getting red. could be my skin is dry, could be a reaction to the ring.
Or maybe, possibly…it could be that it’s a $.25 ring from a vending machine in the foyer of a diner. The best part about getting the ring was pumping in quarter after quarter trying to get cool things out of the machine. April kept most of the stuff, I was just charmed that this ring fit me, so I kept it.
Looks like it’s time for the world’s best eggs benedict and more vending machine shenanigans.

Tonight I learned how to use a sextant and I leaned what an astrolabe is.
Now I just need to get one of each and when society crumbles and the satellites fall from the sky I will be the only one able to find my way around.
GPS? I don’t need no stinkin’ GPS. It’s old school all the way, mofos!

This morning’s freezing cold temps are just another reminder that I need to be the hell out of here. Somebody buy my damned house so i can move to warmer climes.
NTS…don’t forget your iPod in the car when the temps get so low. Makes the iPod angry and sluggish
On an unrelated note…
If you go to the store to buy a duvet cover and you find one in a subtle, tasteful striped pattern try to keep in mind that stripes on a king sized bed end up looking like an optical illusion on a space that big. Better to go with solid colors or bigger, more abstract designs.

1) coming home, feeling blue, finding you are out of ice cream bars. WTF? Where did they go? Obviously they went in my mouth since I’m the only one who eats them. Still, where the fuck are my ice cream bars???
2) those telephone menu systems that require you to speak your answer rather than push a button and I have particular ire for those that don’t let you stab zero repeatedly until you get an operator. So you sit there on the phone and you listen to a menu like this:
If you would like automotive sales…say ‘taco’…if you would like to know the weather…say ‘genocide’…if you can stick your entire fist in your mouth…say ‘humble’…if there is a penguin in your line of site…say ‘blastocyst’…
and so you say ‘blastocyst’ and the inhumanly calm voice says, “you have selected…’baklava’ if this is correct say ‘yes’ if this is incorrect say ‘no'”. And so you say, “no! for the everloving peace of god, NO!!” and the voice comes back and says, “I am unable to handle your request.”
I can not for the life of me see the use of this system. I mean it. You can’t convince me that this is a service provided for the rotary dial phone owners in the nation that must number in the tens. And companies that implement these systems are not brand new companies that have just put in brand new phone menu systems and made a poor choice. These are regular, established companies that decided to spend giant amounts of money to ‘upgrade’ their systems with speech-pattern recognition programs in the hopes of impressing me, the consumer. Do they expect me to be sitting there on the phone rambling seemingly unrelated words and thinking, “hey, i feel like a tube sock, but this company must be one worth doing business with because they’ve already made such massive amounts of money they can afford this fucked up phone system. No bother that I would prefer that they take that money and pass it on to me in the form of savings-rich coupons.”
3)My new mattress, with the featherbed on top of it is too thick for my sheets. I am not happy about this.
4)People who base their entire political opinion on campaign ads. “I saw an ad that said Politician X was dumb!!!”. Yeah, I saw an ad that said that I could make millions of dollars if I bought the package that would teach me how. Oddly, because it was an AD i assumed there might be an AGENDA behind it and MAYBE I should stop for a moment and consider the MOTIVATION behind the words I was reading. And on a related note, I hate when people are like “I heard Politician Y was trying to rehearse his answers for the debate and try to look slick.” Indeed, it must be a terrible place to live in knowing that people who speak in public might want to look as though they know what they are doing and what they are talking about. I can’t imagine a worse sin than being prepared. He added, “I heard he was practicing his answers to the questions even though he didn’t have the questions in advance.” Oh right, because in a presidential debate it is so outstandingly hard to predict what kinds of questions might be asked. Who knows, maybe some Wolf Blitzer clone might stand up and ask, “Politician X, with all of the dust on the moon, where do you stand on its distance from earth?”. Christ, if that was even a remote possibility I might watch, but really, all the same topics will be covered as in every election since the Greeks and the SAME answers will be laid out. Presidential debates aren’t staged so that we can see where the politicians stand on the issues, we already know the answers to the questions we already know will be asked. They have the debates so we can watch and feel like we are somehow part of the process. It’s times like these I am really glad I don’t have TV.
Okay, that’s enough. I’m going to meet Alan for a beer and a burger and some pms venting. We love Alan dearly because he let’s me vent my pms ire all over the table but refuses to allow me to take myself too seriously. He’s a good guy, that Alan, you should go read his blog and then tell him what a good guy he is.
Stay foamy, peeps.