Flummery

My buddy The Exec had a hip replacement recently. I'm dedicating this post and the clip below to him.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SN8pWdZhVaM


I got The UK coming to my house this afternoon. I generally don't like him in my neighborhood, but it can't be avoided.

I'm having my beautiful Volvo worked on today. If you're looking for a great mechanic, look no further than Wally at Norfolk Auto in San Mateo.

I hear #1 is in Tahoe doing some hiking this weekend. He must have had an extremely busy week at work because he has not busted my balls about the Cowboys beating the Niners.

I got some spam from seniorpeoplemeet.com. Gimme a break! I'm not in the market and I don't want to be referred to as a senior. I'd be OK with geezerdrinkingbuddies.com

Below you will find Tim Geithner, a big fan of The Bangles, doing his version of Walk Like An Egyptian.

Palaver

I'm crestfallen. Michaele Salahi has left Tareq for Neal Schon of Journey, who himself has been married for only a few months, to a 1986 Playboy playmate. I thought the Salahis really had it together. What went wrong?

I went to see my sister a couple weekends ago. Both she and my brother live in Oaktown. I failed to to tell my bro I was heading across the bay but he tracked me down at my sister's house. He made a very good point that I had shown disrespect, as he is now the titular head of the family. I kissed his hand and apologized.

SB2 is constantly learning stuff. He now understands the concept of the courtesy flush. When he drops one, he reaches back and flushes. Of course he does the same thing when he pees, but I ain't complaining.

#1 has not contacted me yet to gloat about the Cowboys taking the Niners in overtime. I'm waiting.

Here's the type of stuff I think about on my drive to work. I passed a General Produce truck and caught their slogan: "We solve your produce needs." I do not think that is correct. I think they should either fulfill our produce needs or solve our produce problems. I plan to get in touch with them.

As I believe I've mentioned in the past, I'm pretty hip. 105.3 is one of the buttons on my car radio. I've been catching a few interesting tunes. You can't help but hear Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People but there is a new one out called Cough Syrup by Young The Giant. I'm wondering how youngsters today come up with such themes. Wow, they're so DARK. They probably wrote those lyrics sitting in their Intro to American Lit classes.

I guess I'll be one of the last to get a smart phone. That's OK. My phone is Y2K compatible.

Wretched Excess

The Pumpkin Spice Latte is back. Drink 'em while you got 'em.

My wife headed to Yosemite for a wedding last night. I made a special trip to Pancho Villa's in San Mateo to pick up a couple burritos for our dinner. She ate mine. Maybe it's just me, but I don't think carnitas tastes like carne asada. I'm trying to decide whether to forgive her.

My buddies are up in Tahoe at our annual post-Labor Day retreat. I had to miss this one. I figured it wasn't a good idea to ask for a day off from work when I've only been there a few weeks. I know they can't have as good a time without me, but I hope they have fun anyway.

I've discovered Pandora Radio. I realize it's been around for several years, but I'm not exactly what you'd call an early adopter.

Has anybody seen the latest cast of "Dancing With The Stars"? I didn't think so.

Three Day Weekend

My Labor Day plans are screwed. I just got kicked off a flight for wearing sagging pants.

My girl heads to college today. All sorts of sentimental thoughts are running through my mind, e.g. "two down, one to go".

I used to like scary movies when I was a kid. One of the local NYC stations had Creature Features on Saturday night. The old Karloff and Lugosi films don't do it for me anymore so tonight I plan to start reading Dick Cheney's memoir.

How do you spell Gaddafi? Well, there's apparently a myriad of ways. Soon enough you'll be able spell it "toast". This reminds me of a story from my days when I was working with The Wolv. We were on a shift with a guy named Danny on a hot SF day, a rarity, back in the mid-80s. Danny decided to put his t-shirt around his head to keep the sun off. The Wolv dubbed him Moammar KaDanny.