Jun
20
Probably one of the most overused terms in all of Termdom. “It’s all about the little things …” and its many renditions appear to be everywhere in our language. It’s used by everyone, from the high-school dropout to the Harvard grad. From the socially recluse to the A-list playboy. And if imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then as terms go, “All about the little things” is sitting pretty because its about a great many things these days. Its all about pretty, its all about the Internet, and of course, the Benjamins. The Bejamins are so damn popular they go their own movie. Type “all about the little things” (within quotes) into Google and you get 19,300 responses. Not too shabby when you consider that “man who goes to bed with itchy butt, wakes up with smelly finger” only manages 7 hits. Read the rest of this entry »
So it’s Saturday afternoon, it’s warmer out than what I set my oven to when I bake up fish sticks, and the wife decides she wants to go to the beach. I don’t mind necessarily, at least there’s water there and if the weather is as disgusting as I think it’s going to be, water will be good. We meet with a contractor early in the AM about skimming/painting our bedroom and as soon as he’s gone, we pack up and split. Actually, I made that sound early. For various reasons, we didn’t actually get out of the apartment till around 1:30 in the afternoon, seriously taking a bite out of the meaty part of the day.
If Warren Buffet, the richest man in the world, knew at 16 years old what I know right now and he had the chance at a do-over of his life …. he would abandon that silly stock thing and made baby products. What a racket! 50 years ago you had a bottle, some cloth wraps, and some talcum powder - that was it. Now you’ve got small bottles, large bottles, colic systems for bottles, bottle brushes (because sponges aren’t good enough?), nipple brushes, and my favorite - the bottle sanitizer. For the baby’s sloppy side, you’ve got 18K diaper options, then the creams, the cloths, the powders, the diaper trash, and the diaper trash refills. You’ve got organic diapers (who knew diapers were edible?), non-alcoholic wipes (I wasn’t aware wipes could drink!), and environmentally green creams. 
In May of 2001, I discovered first hand the Power Of Internet. A buddy and I were on our way back from the AMA races in Atlanta that year when, somewhere in southern Georgia on the Blue Ridge Parkway, the rear sprocket on my CBR929 sheared off the bolts that connect it to the rear wheel leaving my bike unable to produce forward motion. My cell had no signal and was out of battery power, so my buddy called me a tow truck but quickly jumped on his bike and headed off for home (another story for another time). Anyway, as I’m listening to his fading exhaust note, my cell phone rings!? 
Not all that much of a dilema really … I simply miss it. We’re slowly approaching the 3 year anniversary of being bikeless. I bought my first bike, a 1997 Honda VFR750 brand new back at the end of 1997 and used bikes as primary/sometimes-sole transportation for years! With the exception of one friend and my colleagues at work, my entire social life in one way or another revolved around motorcycles. That’s not to say that it was purely a social thing, that makes it sound like I was one of the bar-hopping Harley rednecks - no, it’s just that I got so immersed in everything related to riding quickly that when I stopped to look around one day I realized that all of my friends rode. 
I think I really dig Mexico. I’m not sure why that is, but I think I do. I’m not much for travel personally. It costs a lot and in doing it, I leave most, if not all, of my hobbies behind me. Can’t bring a motorcycle with you on a plane to Mexico. Can’t bring a rifle and handgun with you on a plane to Mexico. You can try of course, but your mileage may vary on the length of time you spend at a federally-sponsored institution where certain men look at you in a way you don’t want them to. But I digress. 
Ah, the inaugural first post. If you’re here, then chances are you know me. Chances are you know me from one of the way-too-many forums I participate on. Chances are you already know that there is way too much going on inside this head of mine and this creates a condition whereas I post short-story sized replies to said forums on a daily basis. Couple that with 80wpm typing ability and a blog was inevitable.