tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75723412011-09-23T12:15:30.676-05:00Or, if you reflect on it, majpalFH.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-19003590308859938722010-08-04T17:40:00.006-05:002010-08-04T18:02:08.801-05:00

apparently they've stopped manufacturing my favorite pen!!!!!FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!If you're interested, my favorite pen is the Focus LX (gel, black, .7mm). It was originally manufactured under the brand of "Flying Colors" (owned by JakksPacific), then they began using the "Pentech" brand.Apparently, Jakks bought Pentech some years ago, and I've just learned from the JP folks that they

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-44543726619860837572010-07-17T00:27:00.005-05:002010-07-17T00:53:54.529-05:00

"No good deed goes unpunished" could be the story of my life. I try to be a good person. Most of the time, anyway. I say hello to people in the hallways at work. I say 'good morning' and 'good night' to the security guards in the building. I hold the elevator for folks. I never cut in line. And if I mutter an obscenity about someone (under my breath), it's probably because they've provoked it.

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-56780424741779100352010-07-10T13:28:00.003-05:002010-07-10T13:31:20.105-05:00

I don't usually revel in the misfortunes of others, but this one is just so greatly deserved. :DIf ya didn't click the title link, here you go: Click me, please

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-46315542162527670882010-02-22T10:30:00.007-06:002010-02-22T11:32:53.741-06:00

I'm owning my emotions, okay - this MAKES ME MAD!Pediatricians Want Redesign of Hot Dogs, Candy to Curb Kids' ChokingLet's see if any of your immediate knee-jerk responses match mine:1. Hot dogs are an adult food.2. Just don't feed your kids hot dogs.3. If you're going to feed your kids hot dogs, how's about cutting them up into small bits to remove (or perhaps lessen) the choking hazard?4. If

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-46965458037767371842009-04-11T14:14:00.013-05:002009-04-11T20:57:35.340-05:00

It's time for an update about stuff going on around the ever-lovin' apartment bldg! Yay!!! Bldg. Manager Lady's just back from vacation. She wasn't here for my radiator problems--which I drafted, but never published, in a post called "I Should Be Steamed"--so good for her. (And good for me, after a few misfires, leaks, and a midnight visit from Johnny the maintenance guy.) Anyhoo she's really

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-56469176234437173692009-03-22T19:10:00.005-05:002009-03-22T19:53:13.674-05:00

OH FUCK I HATE MY COMPUTER!It just erased all my goddamned post. I hate rewriting. I hate my computer. HATE HATE HATE.Ahem. Let's see if I can recall any of this, but I doubt it, since it's always stream-of-consciousness and I never remember what I say. Or what anyone else says for that matter. It's not because I don't listen to folks, it's just my retention has waned considerably over the past

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-77404212905363857932009-03-19T12:32:00.005-05:002009-03-19T14:11:38.902-05:00

Just a quick post to express my dismay, annoyance, and sadness at hearing that The Greenbrier is filing for bankruptcy.It has long been my dream to go to the Greenbrier. Not only because it's in West Virginia and looks very pretty surrounded by rolling green hills, but also because it's darned fancy, has an interesting history, and used to be the hidey place of important government folks. When I

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-13520820107168127432009-02-22T09:40:00.004-06:002009-02-22T10:26:32.912-06:00

So, I just read this headline on Yahoo! -- my homepage of choice, so get off it, Googlefolk, you'll never convert me, never I say! -- that says learning cursive handwriting in schools is losing importance.Now, I didn't read further than that -- mostly cos it was actually a video link, and if you think I'm going to tax my poor ol' computer trying to open that effer, well, you're just plain outta

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-46744067381328907652009-02-06T17:11:00.006-06:002009-02-06T17:28:03.816-06:00

The Peanut Corp. is a dirty, dirty company, in all senses of the word. Read about salmonella, how the company shipped tainted products knowingly, and other things that will make you gasp. Shameful. Don't recall much about George Washington Carver (or as I like to call him, The Original Mr. Peanut)? Get some learnin' here!Mr. Peanut says, "Don't blame me, this isn't my company. I belong to Kraft,

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-76914048614197881892009-02-01T13:06:00.006-06:002009-02-02T18:32:06.313-06:00

It's Superbowl Sunday. I hate football, and am not going to watch the game (Go Steelers!), but I'm reminded that this is the time of the year when the best commercials debut. I mean, really, isn't this when the Budweiser frogs came to light? And the Taco Bell lions? Let's take a peek, then, at some of my fave commercials, the kind that make me "shh!" folks because I want to see and hear them

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-44351532877003804592009-01-28T14:12:00.002-06:002009-01-28T14:44:10.938-06:00

I had some other tidbits to share, but when I learned of producer/director Kim Manners' passing (Sunday, January 25), I thought it took precedence. You may not have heard of Kim Manners, but if you've ever seen X-Files or Supernatural (and scads of other shows), you've likely seen and enjoyed his work. (I mean, he even directed the pilot of 21 Jump Street. That one's not my bag, but it shows his

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-35055291066395854632008-12-06T14:01:00.005-06:002008-12-06T22:26:42.105-06:00

I fricking hate packing. I don't know why, but I pretty much almost always wait until the last minute to do it. Maybe I just work better under pressure. I mean, I've tried to pack beforehand (like the night before), but I always get bored or annoyed or something's on tv or I need to investigate which neighbor is driving me batty or whatever. Anyhoo the point is, I loathe packing.I used to hate

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-83489973042350076212008-12-04T22:08:00.005-06:002008-12-04T22:41:06.709-06:00

Ohhh...the neighbors next door are yelling,Their noise I don't see quelling...And since I've no place to go (for another 11 hours),What a woe, what a woe, what a woe.-----Let's change it up a bit, shall we? See if you can guess the tune to this little (seasonal) ditty.-----Oh my head is aching now...Can't my migraine take a bow?Pain that sears into my brain...Seems to make me (more)

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-17525581190305821902008-10-24T16:49:00.005-05:002008-10-24T16:53:02.049-05:00

That's how my bro is now arranging his links. Dammit, Donutbuzz, why must you call us lazy posters out like dat?Ya gotta be cruel to be kind, or what?:)

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-32271279097984320122008-10-07T15:03:00.001-05:002008-10-07T15:04:35.693-05:00

Listen to "Positively Fourth Street" on your iPod. (It shuffled up, how 'bout dat?)Been outta town on a work experience. Will post more later about it, oh you know I will. It involves a resort, a United Mini Meal snack box, and oh so much more.Your non-posting pal,Flapjam

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-68247438599564831562008-09-14T11:56:00.010-05:002008-09-14T18:22:44.156-05:00

So it's raining like a freak up here cos of Hurricane Ike (no I'm not in Texas but rain travels don't you know) and I'm sitting here listening to the whirrrr of my a/c and various sirens charging throughout the city. But what I just heard in the hallway is a tad more disturbing than that.Apparently, one of my neighbors is having a problem, cos he just said this on his cell phone:"Dude, my

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-55404416778044105702008-08-22T10:36:00.002-05:002008-08-22T10:51:52.928-05:00

So I just got a call at work from my Building Manager Lady. I was a little frightened when I saw it pop up on the caller I.D. My first thoughts were:Oh crap, did I leave something on, like the water? Is something happening to my apartment?Hm..I hope maintenance doesn't have to come in, because the apt. could be more tidy.Trepidation and panic rising within me, I answered the phone. Here's the

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-1716232393850453332008-08-22T08:38:00.002-05:002008-08-22T08:41:10.246-05:00

I loathe the bus.Baffled? See the quote list.

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-57289414016502592402008-07-23T09:10:00.009-05:002008-07-23T18:55:50.133-05:00

So I've been meaning to post this for a while, but have gotten caught up in...well, nothing much really, I've just been kinda lazy. But whatever. The problem is, when things aren't so fresh in my mind, I can get a little rambly. You've been warned. So I've lived in my apt. for, oh I don't know, maybe 8 years, maybe 9 years, and I moved into it because my old apartment building decided to "go

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-75614482305846406912008-07-17T16:43:00.003-05:002008-07-17T16:57:19.384-05:00

So, I guess I'm one of these people who tells the truth when exchanging pleasantries. I mean, if someone at work greets me and asks how I am, I'm going to say any of the following, whichever is applicable at the moment:1. Pretty good, thanks! And you? (This option rarely used.)2. I'm hungry.3. I've got a headache. 4. I'm tired.Etc. Sometimes I expound on it, too, if there's been a follow-up

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-29733840720886804832008-07-07T09:02:00.006-05:002008-07-07T09:36:24.453-05:00

No, I have not yet looked at any clips, and yes, I have only read an early review (courtesy of Matt Roush at TVGuide.com), but hello, it's from the creator of BtVS and Angel (as well as Firefly, though admittedly, that one wasn't my bag -- I only saw the few eps that Fox aired (out of order) so there you go) so of course this is going to be hilarious, interesting, and totally worth watching (not

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-66508387593679355612008-06-13T14:47:00.004-05:002008-06-13T21:04:41.117-05:00

So I was just on the way back from the ladies' room at work. Instead of taking the main hallway back to the turnoff area closest to my cube, I meandered because I wanted to ask someone who put up the latest sign about not throwing paper towels on the floor. I had an idea of who it was, since she had put a cardboard box in there to deter folks--grown women, in fact, who hold down jobs--from

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-52647791580478572292008-06-03T13:50:00.002-05:002008-06-03T13:57:21.154-05:00

Ok, that's such a dippy title, but I didn't have time to ponder a better one cos I have to share the niftiest thing. So about a year ago, I started getting this Hallmark Magazine in the mail. I didn't order it, and it had my name on it, and it had some cool articles and nifty pictures to look at, and hey, who doesn't love a free magazine? Sure most of the stuff doesn't really fit my lifestyle (I

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-60400882982266620812008-05-27T17:30:00.002-05:002008-05-27T17:43:01.645-05:00

Thought it was time to revisit the World's Smallest Political Quiz. Try it. You may be surprised by the findings. Well, I was also going to link to another fun little quiz that determines your personality based on which shape you prefer, but alas and alack, it seems to have become a porn site. Yikes!

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-58273380976252860542008-05-23T11:11:00.003-05:002008-05-23T11:38:36.518-05:00

Just because a movie has been out for, oh more than a couple of years, people shouldn't assume everyone has seen it. Okay? And people at work should really NOT talk about the whole movie and what happens to the person in the cube next to you. I mean, Damn! I haven't seen that flick where Hilary Swank is the boxer and all that but maybe someday I will and this kid who is normally soft-spoken is

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-11560230871522010422008-05-06T14:33:00.002-05:002008-05-06T14:39:46.308-05:00

So I just learned that one of the Baskin-Robbins co-founders, Irvine Robbins, has died at age 90. What a bummer. I have to say, a good part of my youth was spent making excursions to Baskin-Robbins. Sometimes I'd get pink bubblegum (just for the novelty, not because, you know, it tasted that good) or mint chocolate chip, but mostly I'd get a hot fudge sundae with french vanilla ice cream, whipped

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-68704529799389743172008-04-29T14:01:00.007-05:002008-04-30T23:13:20.109-05:00

I f*cking hate my cable company. In fact, I hate cable and I hate the FCC and I hate the bastards who are making everyone 'go digital' in 2009. Now, don't get me wrong. I love tv. I love it and I can honestly say I can't imagine my life without it. That's probably not such a good thing to admit, and I have to say I'm a little appalled by it myself. But whatever. It's true. I enjoy the mind candy

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-44196412241158595782008-04-27T16:07:00.003-05:002008-04-27T16:14:15.787-05:00

As the last roll dwindles beside you, remember that you have a cold and really don't feel like going to Walgreens--or even the Ace Hardware around the corner--to get more.

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Man! My pal from the semi-defunct(?) DiabeticCandy blog just notified me that Al Copeland, founder of Popeye's, has died. I gotta say, I was shocked, and not just because I was thinking of him yesterday while awaiting my butterfly shrimp combo sans drink. In this time of sorrow, I must say thank you Al, for providing me with delicious treats (chocolate glace, spicy fries, and filet mignon) that I

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-13085370752253451712008-03-22T03:51:00.004-05:002008-03-22T03:56:00.080-05:00

A public service announcement to let you know that you can snag Season 1 of Everwood from Amazon for just $14.99. Maybe if enough of you buy it, they'll actually release seasons 2-4. (Me and my pipe dreams...)If the link doesn't work, just go to amazon.com and search for Everwood in the DVD section.There's another new post below this one, just in case you weren't going to scroll. (I can't promise

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-46670824283218922342008-03-22T03:03:00.005-05:002008-03-22T03:26:49.891-05:00

One Thing I LoveGetting magazines in the mailOne Thing I Sometimes LoveCorn dogs (all-beef corn dogs, that is)Two Things I HateWhen characters on tv shows use "and I" incorrectly.Ex. "Come eat dinner with Sam and I."When people in real life use "myself" incorrectly.Ex. "Please give your donations to either John or myself."Two Things I Sometimes HateMy neighborsPeople who brag about their kids in

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-13350839039379108212008-03-02T17:47:00.008-06:002008-03-02T18:21:58.644-06:00

I was going to type a whole bunch of stuff but my upstairs or next-door neighbor (?) is pissing me off with his f*cking hammering so there you go. :(Still, I guess it's better than the dreaded alarm clock.:)I hear my across-the-hall neighbor doing some vacuuming. Obviously, she does not own a pair of chenille-fringed slippers that you can use to dust your floors. So what if they make your feet

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-57621486309388956872008-02-10T14:57:00.001-06:002008-02-10T18:04:43.516-06:00

On Flapjam, you normally see posts where I'm bemoaning things that are seemingly minute, but which are kind of funny when you think about how pathetic they sound. That's my shtick, and I usually stick with it. I am not a fan of typing out sentimental verbiage here, just cos, that's not the Flapjam way. (It may be the H way, but Flap and H are two different peeps, k?)But today, I feel like a doing

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-30220311310323853782008-02-04T13:55:00.000-06:002008-02-04T13:56:17.816-06:00

To the person who keeps dropping things that don't belong in a workplace toilet, such as the small metal clasp that one finds on a new pair of socks: Quit it.

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So I just found out that the head writer of Days of Our Lives, along with many other staff writers, will not be back when the writers' strike is over. If you don't watch the show, then you probably don't care. But if you do, then you should know that this is pretty much the Days death knell. For the hackity hack hack who is now the Head Writer? Sucks it. In one month's time, I've noticed that

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-12887634994509320882008-01-22T18:04:00.000-06:002008-01-22T18:10:01.375-06:00

Okay, my new homepage at work is our new Intranet, so I don't have the convenience of having Yahoo! automatically load whenever I accidentally hit the "home" button in my browser. So just now when I typed in Yahoo!, I was greeted with the shocking headline of actor Heath Ledger's death. I think it was shocking because, well, I wasn't expecting it. By contrast, I didn't learn of young actor Brad

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-33203610221732268082008-01-13T01:09:00.001-06:002008-01-13T02:06:19.677-06:00

Yeah, only it's not bells, it's that damned fricking alarm clock again. Gawfricking dammit!!!So I noticed the buzz-buzz-buzzing of the alarm-alarm-alarm tonight around midnight. I'd just finished watching a Daria movie, and when I first heard it, I was kind of blase. Like, whatever, sigh, I know what's happening, I know where it's coming from. Acceptance.And then...And then I started thinking

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-81287464857890919882008-01-06T03:59:00.000-06:002008-01-06T04:19:00.628-06:00

So for the past few days, I've heard someone's digital alarm going off non-stop. I'm not exactly sure when it starts each night, but I've become aware of it at: 10:06 p.m.; 11:16 p.m. and 12:01 a.m. It's slightly faint, but loud enough to be annoying and ire-inducing.Beep - beep - beep - beep - beep. The thing is, I can't tell where it's coming from, which apartment tenant is responsible. Alls I

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-24875342794940583072008-01-01T03:45:00.000-06:002008-01-01T03:54:44.770-06:00

It's 3:44 a.m. and I've been perusing the web, you lucky people. Take a gander at this faboo column on annoying words, phrases, and cliches, some of which I admit to using myself. (But that's only cos I need to keep up appearances with the teenyboppers.)And, in an effort to avoid asking someone to please return an item I loaned almost a year ago, I've gone ahead and ordered a new copy from

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-71092330125162427162007-12-17T14:03:00.000-06:002007-12-17T14:09:45.724-06:00

Before we raise an imaginary glass of a non-flammable liquid with our inaudible rendition of Auld Lang Syne, let's toast the latest to make Flapjam do a Return of the Deathblog.Today we have one entry: Dan Fogelberg. I never owned any of his records but always enjoyed listening to "Leader of the Band." It was wistful, sure, which is probably what made it so good. To me, it kind of fits in with

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-12690940466703318642007-11-15T22:25:00.000-06:002007-11-15T22:29:12.250-06:00

Ok, I just want to say that "Days of Our Lives" has been totally awesome the past couple of weeks. What the hell happened? Is it really just the influence of the new producer, Ed Scott? If so, damn, that guy deserves a medal. He also deserves for the show to be renewed - it's my understanding that it is facing cancellation in 2009.Hey, I don't often get the chance to save a show. Oh wait, I

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-50143801534156849152007-11-06T13:59:00.001-06:002007-11-06T14:39:53.392-06:00

Dammit! DAMMIT! DAMMIT ALL TO HELL!Ahem.Yep, that cursing you just read (not to mention the sound of my head exploding) is courtesy of my finding out that yet another favorite product has been discontinued.The Victim: Well, me. Oh, no, that should be product. Let's try that again.The Victim: McCormick's Mexican Seasoning.I bought a bottle of this some years ago and have almost used it all up. I

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-23436310273712152172007-09-17T17:19:00.000-05:002007-09-17T17:28:39.177-05:00

I'm flummoxed and annoyed. And a few other things, too. I just walked into the ladies' room at work and four of the five stalls were occupied. I walked into the lone free stall and was appalled by what stared me in the face.Was it:a. Some sepia-toned turdageb. Some turdage in your classic blood-spatter patternc. Some black turdaged. A whole bunch of fruit like melons, blueberries and

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-26260793470682224112007-08-26T21:00:00.000-05:002007-08-26T21:08:11.442-05:00

First hammers, now screws. What, do you think I'm embodying Bob Vila? Cos I ain't.Anyhoo, the whole 'screw it' thing actually refers to my posting. I wasn't going to post, since I just returned from a li'l sojourn vacay thang back in WV, and I haven't eaten since about 5:30 p.m. Eastern Time. It is now 9:01 Central Time, and I think that means I haven't eaten for five hours, but I can't be sure.

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I'd use it to maim my upstairs neighbor. He is a maniac with the hammer, sometimes hammering after 10 pm at night, and sometimes early in the morning. This morning, for instance, he woke me up at 6:15 a.m.! And I was even wearing earplugs (don't ask)! What was particularly annoying about this is the fact that I was having a very interesting dream. Like one with a plot and everything. I remember

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So I'm the only one in the office today because the other peeps are out attending a meeting. You would think that this would lend to my getting lotsa work done. And normally, you would be right.However, I am battling (unsuccessfully) the hangover of Tylenol PM, plus I was sapped of energy thanks to the humidity during my lunch run--that's a run to get lunch, not a run during lunch--so I thought I

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I first saw some of these photos on an entry at The Sneeze, and I felt a strong yarning--er, yearning--to own these magnificent things. (Or, okay, I want to buy them for my niece and nephew...that way I can still play with/admire them.)Check more out. I can't wait for her store to open!! I just know if I could make one of these, I would feel joy like I've never felt before. (I said 'joy' but '

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I was going to post about my little trip to work this morning, but was inspired to do otherwise after reading this at WhoAmUsAnyway.After I read the "Hey Man" post, the first place I went (in my head, of course) was to the great old, "Hey, mon, is that 'Freedom Rock'...?" "Yeah, man!" "Well, turn it UP, man!!"Sigh...they just don't make commercials like they used to. But maybe it doesn't matter.

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Read yesterday's rant first, or this won't make any sense.Disney becomes first studio to ban smoking in its films.And yet, not too long ago, from our buds at Disney (Link to a Goofy cartoon...check it out.)What a long strange trip it's been.(Especially considering this)

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There are some things that annoy me. I am feeling particularly outraged and annoyed because I can't even get on this freaking website to view its online catalog for office supplies. You have to log in. With an ID, and then blah blah blah if you're a new customer, then you fill the form out and you get a stupid "A customer representative will contact you shortly." You know what? I pity the rep who

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Ok, anyone who knows me and my bath products well knows that I LOVE Crabtree & Evelyn's Spring Rain line. (A high school friend introduced me to the shampoo back when I was 15, and sadly the shampoo is no more; they stopped making it like 14 years ago I think.) But what's even worse is, now they are discontinuing the entire line of products for good! That means no more Spring Rain Bath & Shower

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It's just. So. Awesome. (clap, clap) Go, China, Go!China public restroom has 1,000 stallsYou have to read this to believe it. It's not your regular (no pun intended) run-of-the-mill restroom facility, and I hope beyond hope they can keep it clean. Honestly, with facilities this good, why would you ever (blank) at home?

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I'm sorry, I'm usually a friendly person who doesn't mind chatting with strangers, but today was just not the day for it. I could just get into it here, but the backstory won't let me. So here we go.I went up to Best Buy to purchase a printer because my old inkjet printer (which I finally decided to unpack after living in this apt. for about 7 or 8 years) wasn't gonna work. It just wasn't made

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Given the choice, wouldja rather your comment be censored/abridged/rewritten or deleted entirely?Trick question: you don't often get the choice! Trick question squared: If there are no comments, it's moot. I hate the word moot.(Yeah, yeah. Short post. Well, personally, I'd take deleted.)By the way, this post will be deleted in 2 days. 'Nuff said.

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I had shrimp for lunch. Shrimp and corn on the cob on a stick. But no biscuit. I would have had a biscuit, but the dopes at Popeye's forgot to give me one. And what's more, I found out that my friend came away with THREE (!!) biscuits.And while I'm bitching and moaning, I may as well throw in the fact that while making a space at my desk to eat, I accidentally knocked over a cup of water, which

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So I decided to publish my unfinished drafts, but the stoopid Blogger published them with their original dates, instead of having them just show up as newest on the blog. Idiocy I tell you.So if you'd like to read them in the order below (which you should, as I have some asides, kinda), please visit:October 2005: But What of Little Sprout?February 2006: How about a nice Hawaiian Punch?August 2006

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Sometimes you make your own metamorphosis, and other times it's forced on you by the world around you. In rereading the Metamorphosis post below, I realized that I mentioned iTunes. iTunes usually means one has an iPod, and I have to say, most people who know me recognize that I'm not the first person to go out and buy personal technology. In fact, I'm either second to last, or by the time I'm

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Ok, I might be late to the party, but these changes show I'm capable of some growth (and I don't mean physically).1. DSLicious--Yep, I finally got DSL. And you know what? Despite my bitching and moaning about having to go to Radio Shack to get a longer cord, and despite having to make a long-distance call to India for support for my Dell computer, it's like, really awesome! (Ok, fine, the call to

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My lack of posting, were no crime.

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Ok, I'm not really a picky eater. A lot of people like to call me that because I don't like to eat food that I think tastes bad. I mean, I eat at least one thing from every food group -- how many vegans and vegetarians can make that same claim, hmm??Anyhoo, the point is, I just read a headline (that's right, no facts, just the teaser) that the latest e.coli outbreak south of the border (aka Taco

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Haagen Dazs Co-Founder on Ice at 90.(Ok, I took a liberty with the link title.)

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That was a mouthful.So I had a whole bunch of ideas for posts, but never got around to doing them. Like there was one I was going to call "Consumer Rapports" about how I left a comment on Sea-Pak's website about their marvelous shrimp scampi and how they sent me a coupon for a FREE product, good up to 9 bucks! (That scampi's like $6.99.) I mean, seriously, you can't buy the kind of customer

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I didn't want to do a return of the Death Blog, but sometimes, when you read about something horrific, you kinda gotta get it out there. I admit, I was mostly a fan of Steve Irwin's (aka The Crocodile Hunter) in the sense that I enjoyed trying to imitate his accent. (It's not mocking if you're trying to do it in earnest.) So today when I saw a headline on MSN about a stingray, his chest, and his

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I have always enjoyed Hints from Heloise (that's Heh-loys if you're trying to be funny) because you just can't beat the common sense items that people send to her. I read her Sunday column religiously for about a year during college. No, we didn't get the paper delivered, but once or twice I may have accidentally on purpose snagged it from our friends/neighbors two blocks down and naturally,

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It's probably not a shocker, but I gotta say that much of the so-called 'personal technology' bugs the crap out of me. Seriously. I see folks with their damned iPods and for some reason, it annoys me. It's no fun trying to hide expressions of disdain while standing in the aisle of the bus, staring at folks whose listening apparati fall from their ears as if their noodly brains were seeking escape

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Ok, this comes up every now and again, and while I've had one *possible* landfill moment, I strongly come down on the side of retention. Hey, just call me an AmeriCAN. Updated: August 6, 2006Long Live Lincoln--but apparently not the link to this news story. Try these on for size (not the actual names of the stories). Some are from AP, but vary slightly. Woo, variety!Long Live Lincoln the

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I'm feeling very upset and disheartened right now because I just learned that my favorite frozen fish, President's Choice English-Style Fish & Chips has been discontinued!!! This is my very favorite frozen fish meal (not, uh, fishmeal) and I cannot believe it is no longer available for my consumption.I first noticed that something was amiss about 2 months ago at my local grocery chain. I didn't

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You know, there comes a time when you just have to resign yourself to the fact that you aren't athletic. I think my time came somewhere in 1979 or 1980. Actually it may have even started earlier than that, back when I earned the nickname of The Catnapper during neighborhood badminton games. Why was I called The Catnapper? Because apparently, in the time it took my racket to connect with the

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Guess what? It turns out that I am not exactly domesticated. And by that, I mean I make a terrible domestic.It's not like I haven’t tried to keep my place clean and tidy—ok, clean; anyone who's ever seen my desk knows that tidy and I have been on the outs for a while—the problem is I'm just not very good at it. Minor calamities always seem to happen when I get in one of my cleaning moods.

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It's 5:00 a.m. Sunday morning. Do I write about the death of Al Lewis, or about why I'm up so freaking late?Do I continue the draft post I started on Friday, or do I continue the draft post I started in October?Do I write about how I may have missed a good opportunity at Salon personals because I haven't logged in for about a month? I do? Great. So I didn't log in for about a month and tonite I

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I just read where Dole is stopping pineapple production in Hawaii, and I gotta say, even though I don't really eat pineapples, this news shocks and saddens me. It might be because I associate Dole with Hawaiian Punch (maybe I shouldn't..it's a product of the Dr Pepper/Seven Up folks) and Hawaiian Punch was yet another staple of my childhood.I just lost my train of thought finding a good (or, ok,

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Yeah, I have like 10 million things to be doing instead right now (such as eating lunch), but in the interest of posting...I'm grabbing the meme from my brother's blog and posting my responses below. This is just like those old e-mails peeps used to send, but now, with the Web, it's anybody's game. Woo!Four jobs I've had:1. Archdiocesan Insurance Commission Secretary (Yep, I'm Jewish.)2.

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Flapdoodle sounds like it means "malarky" or "cockamamie" or "Y'know, that little flap in my onesie suit that earns its paycheck once in a while." Right now, though, it's looking more like it means filler post. And anyway, I don't have a onesie that fits me anymore, mostly because J.C. Penney/Sears quit carrying the adult-size footy pajamas back in the '80s—what I have left is threadbare, and

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No, I really don't care about Sprout. But that thought did cross my mind when I learned of the death of Len Dresslar, most famous voice of the Jolly Green Giant.Len Dresslar was pretty cool. The obit article I read was fascinating (and I can't really do it justice by recapping it, so I won't)----This post was to be published in October 2005, however...it was not. I'm publishing all my unfinished

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Yeah, that basically means that there will be a dearth of posts (regular Flapjammers, quit rolling your eyes) due to the fact that I've done great injury to myself, and typing's not so pleasant at the moment.What happened? I'll tell you what happened. In a moment of brilliance while cleaning out the pantry (or, ok, kitchen cabinets), I decided to get rid of all my old canned goods at once. I know

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Time to update the blog. Sure, I'm copying something I just e-mailed to someone, but it's my good deed for the day; I'm just trying to help you avert a viewing tragedy. -----------------forgot to mention i saw Constantine last nite. Oh. My. God. Your review was so off-the-mark. The movie was not terrible. It was the most god-awful boring stupid piece of **** movie I have seen in a very long time

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We interrupt today's work schedule for the return of the DeathBlog. We hereby notify you of the death of Bob Denver, aka Maynard G. Krebs of TV's Dobie Gillis fame. Denver was also affectionately known as Gilligan, first mate of the S. S. Minnow and denizen of an uncharted desert Island.Man, I can't believe yet another iconic figure, one who provided me with afternoons of hilarity, has died. Sure

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Yeah, that's not exactly Latin (or even Piggified), but I think it gets the message across. What the hell are we doing in September already? Wasn't it just May last week when I embarked upon This Summer's Misadventures (or as it's come to be called, online dating) yet again? Geez. So here's a li'l example for the curious:1. I met a massage therapist (MT) and got a free massage. Ok, that last part

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What the shit? Backpetal and Donutbuzz are no more. It's distressing. And depressing.I know lots of stuff is going on for B & D, so I can understand the decision. But here's hoping they'll be back online one day in the not-too-distant future. Until then, guess that means I'm holding the family blogging ropehope. In a word, egads.

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That gasp you didn't just hear was my reaction to the news that Peter Jennings has passed. Remind me not to read the Yahoo! news sidebar before bedtime, and remind me not to be eating while I'm doing it. I'm not sure how or why, but Peter Jennings was my favorite newscaster. Perhaps it was his roll-up-the-sleeves way of getting into it, or the stately quality of his voice. Or just that his fellow

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Short post to say that the inventor of the tv dinner (aka my foodstuff staple) has also passed. Why is all this happening on my birthday??? See DeathBlog entry below.Btw, I never took gymnastics. And my bday plans are being shuffled like walnuts under coconuts or however the shell game works.

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I don't know, but here I am bummed out because I just saw that James "Scotty" Doohan has passed. If you don't know who he was, then you're obviously not one with Star Trek; if you do know who he was, you're either sharing my bummedness or making dopey "Beam me up, Scotty" jokes. Either way, Star Trek's revival in the early '70s meant that just about every neighborhood boy (or at least those

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Yeah, you know how the rest of that goes, that whole "somebody's life always seems better than your own" thing? That sometimes, even when you don't mean to, you start measuring yourself against someone else and you start feeling all "Pity, party of one"? Well, people, I am here to say:Before: Guess which grass is mine?Screw that, this is why they invented comparatives -- so I can always tell

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I knew I should have logged off a while ago. If I had, then I wouldn't have refreshed my Yahoo! page, and I wouldn't have read that Evan Hunter (aka Ed McBain) has died. I don't know much about Evan Hunter (besides the fact that that's not his real name) but I did have the good fortune to meet him once when he was the featured speaker at one of my dad's West Virginia Library Appreciation Day

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When on a first date with a guy you've e-mailed and spoken to a handful of times (yet clocking in around 3 hours total on the phone), you still probably shouldn't do any of the following:1. If you see some plaster-of-Paris-looking crust around a finger or thumb, don't ask, "What happened?" unless you find the word "wart" a turn-on.2. Upon learning that the person will be leaving town soon for

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Ok, what's up with all the Grrrrr-rrr-eat voice actors kicking the bucket? First Fred Flintstone, now Tony the Tiger?!? Which reminds me...I don't really think there've been any good voice actors since the death of Mel Blanc. I could be wrong, sure, but let's face it...most of the cartoon movies being produced today use actors, but not voice actors. Which means when Ray Romano is voicing a woolly

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I just saw where the voice of Fred Flintstone has died. (Ironically, this was the cause.) Not the original Fred Flintstone (Alan Reed), but I guess it's still a bummer. I hate hearing about people dying, especially ones who made my youth a highly enjoyable experience. I'm not kidding, people. I would come home from school, watch The Flintstones, take a nap, eat dinner, maybe (but not likely) do

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I need to update this page. So in the interest of keeping things current, here's some stuff for you to read.1. The WB announced its fall lineup today. Some troubling things about that include: 7th Crap (I mean, Heaven) is still on the schedule. What gives? This show is the crappiest crap that ever crapped. Seriously. Just try watching five minutes of it without being bored, annoyed, offended,

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According to the Peanuts gang, happiness is a warm puppy. Well, I'm not part of the gang and anyway, my building doesn't allow puppies (warm or otherwise), so let's bag the cute intro and get to the point. Tonite's post is courtesy of my neighbors who are pissing me off. Frustration is....Neighbors who continue to smoke in the hallway/stairwell instead of their own apartments.Any smokers who are

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-1112246067595384542005-03-31T00:00:00.000-06:002005-03-31T23:24:11.483-06:00

You know, there are a lot of great websites out there. Many of my favorites include sites for snack foods and games—interestingly enough, many of your snack food sites will actually have games on them. For instance, the Snackwells site used to have checkers and backgammon. (Yeesh. Real-life backgammon is boring enough, do we really need an online version of it?) The Pringles site also ranked up

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-1111189791544667252005-03-18T17:34:00.000-06:002005-03-21T03:19:28.933-06:00

A co-worker keeps a trove of Lemonheads on her desk. More specifically, they're inside a big ceramic chicken. She has a thing about chickens. And roosters. It's quite the interesting office.Anyhoo. Yesterday she invited me to partake of said trove, so I gingerly lifted off the chicken head and was relieved to note that each Lemonhead was individually wrapped. See, I'd been envisioning heaps of

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Dammit, I'm off my game this week cos I'm recovering from this season's malady of choice, the raw throat-turned-head-cold. And by 'off my game,' I mean it took me until 10:30 p.m. to realize that I forgot to say "Beware the Ides of March" to anyone today.:(

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-1110237983591404622005-03-07T17:19:00.000-06:002005-03-07T17:30:39.326-06:00

They say that the sexes differ greatly, both in thinking and physical features, and probably a few other things, too...if there's something more than mind & body, I mean. So I'm wondering how this thinking thing comes into play on say, a dating website.To that end, I'm only interested in a guy's perspective. So, if you're a guy, please do the following.Read this question:How important is

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Today I took two plastic cups from a bag that's in a drawer in one of the unused offices. Then I went down to 15 to buy a cold Coke and fill my cups with ice, like that Sprite-exploder should've done a few weeks ago. Anyhoo, I'm sitting here doing my work, taking a swig of my icy-cold concoction every now and again when all of a sudden I notice that my cup stinks. It's this weird stale odor

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-1107499821199251362005-02-04T01:00:00.000-06:002005-02-04T01:00:49.146-06:00

Thanks for tuning in for the latest installment. The unfortunate thing about using teasers is...y'gotta actually come up with some content. (Note to self: no more teasers.) In the past 24+ hours since my last posting, I have been asked the following. Some fake (and some real) answers follow. 1. What best describes your attitude toward work? A. Well, considering I'm on eHarmony looking to

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Ok, so I re-upped with eHarmony, and I'm not even sure why. Oh yeah. I was sucked in by the "we are about to delete your profile" e-mail so I went ahead, logged in, and found myself ordering one month of it. Well, I mean, it took me a long time to answer those 437 questions the first time, y'know. I don't want all my hard work going to waste. (No cracks.) Anyhoo. For those of you who have been

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-1106159398651212232005-01-20T17:42:00.000-06:002005-01-20T17:47:57.513-06:00

I'm possibly the last of a dying breed. I said this in the '90s when I kept eating meat as everyone around me became one with the vegetables. I still eat meat, and I don't know how the vegans/vegetarians are doing, but I'm pretty satisfied with the steak I had for dinner the other night. 8) Now I'm a dying breed because I'm among the few, the proud, the untouchables. This doesn't mean you can't

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I was gonna write about my latest bout with dead ___ (plural insect, rhymes with poaches) but the very thought of it freaks me out so I'll just change the subject. Let's see. Here are some things that happened at work today. 1. The heating elements on some of the floors were busted, so it was pretty cold. 2. Some dumbass left a few cans of Sprite in the freezer and they all exploded. When I

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-1100815713164624752004-11-18T16:19:00.000-06:002004-11-18T16:22:11.843-06:00

Well, I was going to post the latest all-staff memo sent out by e-mail today, but have been advised by counsel—my co-worker with the mango bucket—that it would be a very, very unwise thing to do. It's too bad. It had some great lines in it. And good advice about not pushing food down sink drains. I wish I'd saved the one from yesterday about the pop tart-induced toaster fire...but I probably

H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926416060397434376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572341.post-1100753619145235482004-11-17T22:53:00.000-06:002004-11-18T22:52:07.430-06:00

I know a lot of crazy fuckers. Well, I was going to leave the entry just at that, but decided I should spill out some random info to tide you over until my next update. (Assuming there is one.) Monthly blogger, thy name is h. So here's some random fyi. Please enjoy it. Also please enjoy the fact that I like to split up my 'graphs for easier reading on the 'net. (Yeah, I'm a giver.) Random

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