Leap Day

I was listening to Daydream Believer on the radio yesterday. The Monkees was the first album I ever bought. I remember being stoked bringing it home. Got my own record now. I caught the news today that Davy Jones died at 66. He was supposed to have been in good shape. You never know when your number is going to come up. RIP Davy

Mittens had a good day yesterday, if getting 41% of the vote in your home state can be described that way. I'm pretty sure The Wolv got his absentee ballot in on time. He has an affinity for Mitt because of the MI-MA connection as well as the fact that both of them wear regular guy jeans.

Apple's market cap just topped half a trillion. Maybe now they can afford to invest a few bucks to improve their manufacturing practices in China.

I just read this article so I gotta go cry in my beer now. Ciao

http://tinyurl.com/6p9ygjm

The Daily Take

In an effort to help President Obama lower gas prices, I am going to increase my production. This dovetails nicely with the fact that I have missed the SLA often and I owe my readership something for sticking with me, regardless of the fact that 90% of my hits come from my chucklehead friend The Wolv, who probably hasn't figured out how to use a web browser.

Therefore I will be posting on a daily basis for at least the next 10 days, my usual SLA period. I figure I will never get back to my peak, the glory year of my paid writing gig, unless I start cranking it out. The time is now, as the trees in my yard are just the right height.

It might just be a few sentences, but you can check in daily.

So Rick Santorum, MBA, JD, thinks that Obama is a snob for wanting Americans to attend college. Some might say that is a sign of a sniveling, hypocritical dick. But I don't use that kind of language.

That's all I got for today. Don't expect miracles.

Eat a Burger

I watched most of the Oscars last night, although I sometimes ask myself why. Billy Crystal is always hilarious but I can do without most of it. Angelina Jolie flashing her leg last night has created quite the stir. One account called her stance "slightly preposterous", which I'd have to agree with wholeheartedly. I got indigestion when I saw that chicken leg. And did you see those arms? It doesn't look like she's getting three squares.

My buddy The Wig called me yesterday. He was in a buoyant mood as he was on the way to The Inn at Little Washington with his lovely bride. Although he didn't say it, he was thinking, "I'm doing this and you're going back to work tomorrow". He's always been there for me. And then Mrs. Wig mentioned that she hasn't read the blog for a while. You don't say?! I always appreciate candor. I have to start using that caller ID more wisely.

The Wig said he'd treat me to a dinner there during my upcoming May visit. I'll believe it when I see it. We're going to see SB1 graduate and then head south. I thought Wig lived closer to DC but it looks like it will be an almost two hour drive. I was thinking it might not really be worth that long a trip, but a gourmet dinner clinched the deal.

So I decided to check out the menu. There is quite an array of fine dishes but this one caught my eye.

Pepper Crusted Tuna Pretending to be a Filet Mignon Capped with Seared Duck Foie Gras on Charred Onions with a Burgundy Butter Sauce

I really like a fish with a sense of playfulness and imagination. "Hey Charlie, I'm going to make them think I'm beef!"

Did anyone see that the Fuller Brush company just went bankrupt. That took me aback. I though they went belly up decades ago.

I heard on the radio today that The Beach Boys are coming to The Greek. This was a must see concert, at least back when I was in first grade at St. Xavier's Academy. Did you see them on The Grammys? Who the hell wheeled them out there? Time to call it a wrap boys.

In closing, can someone tell me what the hell this is about?

You Come Up With A Title

There's lots of crazy stuff in the news these days. One headline proclaimed "More Pets Prescribed Psychiatric Drugs". I had no idea Rover could get so bummed. My take is that we should focus on making sure all the humans in the world have three hots and a flop before our pets start listening to Prozac.

Then there was the article about 1.8 million dead voters on the rolls in the U.S. That is some serious mismanagement. And that was just counting the Tea Partiers from the neck up.

Things at work have been interesting of late. Not the actual work, but that's besides the point. We have a wall where we can write anything that comes to mind. I overcame my natural shyness a few weeks ago and posted the final score of the Super Bowl. Since then I've been making regular contributions. I posted "TPS Reports Due Today" followed by several lines from the movie Office Space. If you have not seen it, go rent it asap. I'm sure all the engineers that work in my office appreciated the line "I talk to the customers so the engineers don't have to"

And then I went to the sandwich cafe today for lunch. You fill out a form with what you want and add your first name and last initial. I think there was a wiseguy there because I know I heard a Kenny G. So this naturally gave me an idea. I plan to go with a bunch of co-workers. I'll be Jay Z and a couple buddies can be Ali G, Nat X and Bobby V. One of the women can be Cher B.

On the way home from my exciting work day, I caught a billboard on 101 North. It was inviting me to San Diego with a tag line of "Sheer Bliss". Really?! It just so happens my mother-in-law lives in San Diego. Nuff said.

SANTORUMANIA

I came straight home from work today, put on my sweater vest, and started writing. Ricky's hat trick yesterday has made him the latest GOP Golden Boy. It's his time to shine. I, for one, would love to see him become the 2012 Republican nominee. I think we could be assured of the same outcome as his last Senate run.

Valentine's Day is coming up. I'm as psyched as you are. I told wifey we should go out Saturday night and leave next Tuesday to the amateurs.

Brandon Jacobs is lashing out at Giselle for lashing out. Oh my!. Why don't you people go home, read your bank statements, and chillax.

I've been wondering what to do with my prodigious writing talent. I've decided I have the skill to write Red Hot Chili Pepper lyrics.

"Tug boat Sheila is into memorabilia"

I know the bar is high. But the way I look at it, "Hey oh, listen what I say oh"

How's this?

DJ's Detritus

Don't let them fight us

Cuz we make a little fun

That RHCP is overdone

I heard a little while back that Jay-Z won't be calling women bitches anymore. Now that is a stand up guy.

In closing, I'd like to acknowledge the fact that it only took until early February for me to miss the SLA. I realize there is only one person to blame. That person is #1.