Monday, September 13, 2010

It's OK, I Have the Right Glasses

Tonight's a cognac night.  Does that make sense to anyone but me?

 - E

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Understatement

It's been a really long year.

For that matter, I can barely believe that it's been just over a month.

At any rate, long week ahead.  Need to do laundry, take a run and prepare for a funeral.

Update:  I came within a hair's breadth of my first seven minute mile.  Everyone jump to the thirteen second mark with me...

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Random Thought for the Day

Cheeseburger without a bun: poor man's steak or rich man's meatloaf?

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Whew!

I did it.  For the first time in I-don't-know how long, I just ran an honest-to-god eight-minute mile.  Outside, heat and humidity, up and down hills, no stopping, no skimping on time - the works.  And it feels great.

Yay me.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Blind Satellite Bloggage

We've been jumping back into recording pretty fervently within the last week and have decided to take a unique - and public - approach this time around.


Head on over to http://blindsatellite.blogspot.com/ to read (and hear) what it's all about.


 - E

Saturday, April 3, 2010

E.T., Home Phone

My cellphone just rang with a promotional call from my cable company. They first tried so sell me expanded digital cable packages, which I politely turned down since I don't actually, you know, watch TV (the cable is just for internet access). The kind saleswoman then tried to sell me on their digital phone service, which I also turned down. When she asked about my existing land line company, I told her that I had none. Surprised, she asked how I was able to survive without a telephone.

"Well, you're talking to me on the phone now, aren't you?"

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

So a Guy Walks into a (Coffee) Bar...

After running errands last night, I decided to stop in at Starbucks for an evening treat. As I walked through the door, a couple of teenagers were playing the What-Can-We-Tell-About-A-Total-Stranger-At-First-Glance game. One turned to the other, nodded her head my way and, in a total failure to whisper, declared, "wealthy gomer."

I stopped, turned my head and replied, "people living with their parents."

The barista comp-ed my cappuccino.

A few months ago, this kind of comment would have destroyed me. Now, it gets me free coffee.