Tattoo You

Contrary to popular belief, I don't just throw stuff up here when the mood strikes me. I keep a running sheet of ideas for my blog. However, some of them are based on current events, so if I don't get to them, they get stale. There's always some Kardashian crap, like Kris Jenner saying she believed that O.J. killed Nicole. No shit Kris. The Soup had a good one a few weeks back when they were talking about the wedding scene in Breaking Dawn. They showed a clip and then mentioned the parents of the undead, and panned to a shot of Bruce and Kris Jenner at Kim's most recent nuptials. What I really want to do in life is write for The Soup, or Letterman et al. But I make the big bucks as a telecommunications factotum, so I gotta stick to my knitting.

I also have note about Harold Camping retiring. I guess when the last predicted rapture failed to materialize, he decided to call it a wrap. I tried to make a hay from that one earlier this year. I wrote about it in one of my weekly columns and also used it for some FB fodder, e.g. "I don't buy into any of that Camping BS. Hey, what's that noise?"

So what the hell does all this have to do with your title DJ. Chill. I'm getting there. One of the other items I've had percolating is a discussion I had with my dermatologist during a visit last month. We got on the subject of tattoos and vehemently agreed that today's chucklehead youth are going be regretting their decision to get inked. I saw a young actress on Letterman recently and she was already bemoaning the tat in Cyrillic encircling her wrist.

Occupy Cubeland

Bruce sang "I come from down in the valley where mister when you're young"

I work down in the valley, where mister, they're all younger than me. I was grabbing a cup of coffee at the office today and turned around to see a kid I thought should have still been in high school. He probably makes more dough than me. I'm sure I'll eventually refer to this gig as my days as The Ancient Mariner. The fountain of youth flows freely outside of my building, but my badge does not allow me access.

By the way, I really see no good reason to piss off Louis Freeh.

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She Turned Me Into A Newt

I got better

The polls have turned Newt Gingrich into the latest Republican flavor of the month. Don't worry. He'll get better. He can then get back to hawking crap, buying jewelry and cruising the Greek Isles. The next guy who will have his day in the sun is Jon Huntsman. I'm expecting a surge in his poll numbers of between 2% and 3%. I think he has even better hair than Romney. Ultimately there will be a Mitt in the middle GOP group hug, who will get his ass kicked by Obama.

My pal 4M sends me blog material from time to time. He doesn't read the blog. He just sends ideas. The latest was a WSJ article about a mattress manufacturer named Kluft that has a couple models, at $33k and $44k per. If they have a built in CPAP and are stuffed with cash, I might be interested. Otherwise I'll leave those for people with too much money.

It's pretty crazy what people will spend money on. Real Housewives of Atlanta star Kim Zolciak spent $58,00 on a wedding dress. Why not put that money aside for prudent future use, like a divorce attorney.

Speaking of the subject, Kris Humphries came to his senses and will sign the papers. That's a no brainer bud. Run and don't look back.

I'm planning to round up the boys for a movie night. Who's in for Breaking Dawn?

Commerce, Education, and....

Rick Perry stepped on his dick today. If you are talking about a major overhaul of the bureaucracy, let's get the big ticket items memorized.

The audience at the debate booed Maria Bartiromo for asking Herman Cain about the sexual harassment charges. I'm OK with booing Maria Bartiromo, but not for asking about the elephant in the room

I had planned on writing a piece about the European debt mess. My working title was Greek Salad. I shared a little bit of the creative process with my bud The Wolv. Part of the creative process is being stymied by the fact that I don't know enough about economics to make heads or tails out of what's going on. Fortunately the Greeks decided against a referendum on something that was already hammered out. However, they can't seem to form a government. And now Italy, whose economy is too big to bail out, is going down the crapper. Well, at least we get rid of Silvio Berlusconi.

I stop at Peets most mornings on my way down to the Valley of Dreams. I saw an ad for their Godiva Caramel Pecan Mocha. They need to wedge a few more flavors in there.

What's all this talk about Eddie Money not hosting the Oscars?