It could be worse. Imagine the large, brown eyes of a cow about to be slaughtered… Okay, perhaps that’s not so bad, because now I’m thinking, “Cheeseburger.”
I’ll bet Dell and AT&T are scouting this guy for a Senior Technical Support Assistant job right now!
Every day when I get bored at work I start browsing around and usually end up on the Yahoo home page for a little while. What’s got me bothered is your stupid AUTOPLAY VIDEO AT HIGHEST VOLUME POSSIBLE policy. I mean c’mon, I’m trying to be discreet and shit and here you go again blasting news to the office or worse, some non-targeted commercial for tampons or something else I have no possible use for…
So — all I ask is that you identify my IP address and only play commercials that are focused soundly around beer, condoms, and breasts, or just plainly turn the sound to minimum and let me choose how loudly I want to hear things.
Sincerely,
Glenn
Does anyone else ever wonder if the blue milk would make your pee blue? Just me? Thpft…
There is something about staying up all night. I don’t know if it all the creativity that to keeps you up or the thoughts that run through your head. In this case I would say it was a little of both.
While I was patiently waiting the 6:30 a.m. tic to toc on the clock, I was diligently working on a piece of design soon to be seen. The tedious monotony of tutorials and code are such sweet company on an early Monday morning, after all code is poetry. I also managed to finish building my handout for today’s Introductory Computer Class at the Halls Senior Center. Not much else was going through my head at the time.
It all changed as I began to cook at the turn of six. I began to reminisce how my Mammaw and Pappaw must have done the same things day in and day out as they prepared breakfast for all of the boys in the painting crew. God I miss that breakfast… To this day I can’t make white gravy that is anywhere close to that. Moreover, the main thing I miss of that is the camaraderie, that my quiet breakfasts, with my wife or couple of friends, just aren’t the same. The atmosphere just can’t be replicated. I have fond memories of eating my portion and part of my uncle’s within a period of two or so hours. Those were the days… just waking up to food prepared to eat as soon as your feet hit the floor.
That reminder quickly moved to a scene in Sam’s Restaurant and Deli for more breakfast than the average human should eat in one sitting. Again, it was more the camaraderie than the food although it is excellent as well. Heck, Mark and I would order one of the specials our friend would most likely order the Western Omelet. We would drink out fair share of coffee and smoke. Yes, I said smoke. You see that was prior to the unrealistic and unforgiving anti-tobacco lobby ruined that pastime for those of us who have no wish to kill the ignorant people we encountered during a day.
So, it is with that I leave you to go puff on bowl of tobacco and reminisce something else positive. After all around 1964 the surgeon general determined pipe smoker’s outlive non-smokers and are relatively innocent of causing lung cancer.
