Hey! We're in marketing people.

If you ever need to quickly get me on the road to Angryville...

First spend two years convincing me that you are just marginally smarter than a post and then argue with me over the spelling of moulding as in crown moulding. I know sometimes my spelling skills are lacking here and there but when I say that moulding can be spelled with a 'u', I mean it. Especially when I offer that using the 'u' is the more European way of spelling the word, almost like I actually looked the word up in a dictionary. And then further doubt me when I specifically state that I have indeed looked the word up in a dictionary and have already been through this discussion. Then tell me you want air conditioning abbreviated A/C instead of AC, just for good measure.

Please note that I have been writing ad copy for real estate for over a decade.

Please also note that there are certain words one might wish to avoid even the appearance of one such word being mold so I don't spell moulding without the 'u' because it looks like this - molding and that doesn't look nearly as sophisticated as moulding.

Hey! We're in marketing people.

Why don't you go eat some cucumber sandwiches you little prissy pris.

That's what I told someone the other day.

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So last night, I get back home at about nine thirty and I see something rustling in the grass. So I go to get a better look, I get about two feet from the thing and it turns out to be a small skunk. I'm glad I didn't spook em.

That's the kind of exciting life I live.

I'm retired.

I'm asked to come by to put together a weed trimmer. I asked if I need any tools, she didn't know. She did know that if I needed tools then I would have to bring them myself because she didn't have any tools. She went on further that she would like me to tell her what tools she would need around the house.

I was busy at the time of the call but I told her I could be by at 5:00PM. I got there early and was carrying a new tool bag with new tools in it. She was sweeping the front stairs and talking to two female neighbors.

"Oh, are you a repairman?" I was asked.

I smiled and said "I would have to answer no to that question."

The smile was due to the assumption she needed some things repaired. Good help is hard to find so folks are always on the lookout. You get to learn the tone of voice eventually.

I'm retired from the fix-it business, only family and friends get that service anymore.

Unless you're super cute

I forgot

If you ever wondered if an optical mouse would work on a bed/sheet - it does.

Laptop, sometimes you make me happy. You too little notebook usb port optical mouse from logitech, you rock!

So, I guess I was making a point or better yet sending a message. That message - screw you, not 'you' you, 'them' you. Them being the folks in charge.

Sure, I'll help out, sure I'm not going to make a bad situation worse but at least placate me with hollow promises and phoney concern.

I took a late lunch. I was stuck in the office helping someone do their job, a job which used to be done by three people and is now done by just one. It's the busy season and one person cannot keep up with all the requests, he's been by himself for two years now. He's one of my poker buddies so I help him even when I'm not asked. From eight thirty to three thirty I was helping out, I hadn't taken lunch and the crowd was gone so I left, instead of four o'clock I was out the door thirty minutes early. I hope someone says something. You see, I'm passive aggressive and I'm holding a can of whoop ass.

Any way here's a photo.

The other questions

You know, the other questions that go along with the trading lives with someone else.

The time machine question and the magic wand question.

Would I use a time machine to go back in time to change something I did? I would say, unless it's the recent past I would say I would not go back. I don't know what I would be screwing up by changing the past so, I most likely wouldn't do it. Unless, I had just realized something that I did half an hour ago, was really really stupid (which happens a lot), I might change that.

If I had a magic wand and I could change anything I wanted without any bad side effects, would I do it? You bet.

The question...

The question came up, if you could be anyone else in the world who would it be?

I asked would I still have knoweldge of this life I'm living or am I total that other person, with no knowledge of me?

You're totally the other person, the 'you' you know either doesn't exist or it's some other person.

Then I choose me, is what I said. Status quo.

I'm surprised by my answer everytime.

Show starts at eight and ends at four

"Timmy, is this plan just for show or is it ever going to be built? How long has it been hanging here?"

"Joe, everything I do is for show, all of this is just a show and sometimes I put on a pretty go show"

I'm here all week, folks.

emoticons

Everytime I hear the word emoticon I think of an offspring between some Transformer and a Care Bear.

yes, i think so

Bold as brass
Cock of the walk
The cat's meow

These are descriptives I need to use more of

She was standing there all bold as brass

He thinks he's the cock of the walk

She acts like she is the cat's meow

Maybe it's true...

the star's motivation

I wish I could make high quality toys all day long and sell them on ebay and get famous and rich ...not even rich, at least enough to pay the bills.

Have the toys passed down from generation to generation and show up on Antiques Roadshow, my great grandchild will bring the toy in and they will be told "Yes, this is very valuable. It must be great being his relative."

yummy, yummy lunch

lunch is at this place today today.

Lady G called, she said dress nicely and we'll do the lunch thing and do it up thusly.

12:15PM at the Mantra, you'll be there most likely, can't ya?

I just realized...

It could be argued that I play with dolls.

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The novelty of drinking copious amounts of alcohol has worn out. I'm done.

I was witness to and I suppose partner in a friend getting smashed. I didn't like it.
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So this old guy, about seventy, asks "What's the next stop? I want to get the Red Line."
"The next stop is Park Street which will get you to the Red Line." is what I said.
Then this guy starts telling me how he hates it when folks don't know what the next stop is when they are riding the trains. He says that in New York he could see how an out of towner could get confused but in Bos ton it isn't that hard to keep tract of the next station.

I said I ride the same train everday and sometimes I forget, I just get used to counting the stops until it's mine and folks sometimes don't need to know the names of the stations in between.

Then he comes right out and asks who I'm going to vote for. I tell him I don't know. So, he correctly assumes that I don't like either gentleman running for President. I tell him "Yeah, I don't think Bush is doing a good job but I don't think Kerry has the answers, either." I further stated that I thought either way me being a resident of Massachusetts I should have less worry because if Kerry gets in then he should take care of MA but if he doesn't then it's status quo.

Then the old dude says that a lot of America is the same as me, there are a lot of people who should know which way to vote but don't. Yeah, whatever dude. I'm just trying to get home.

Yesterday, from what I remember

There was a link from Raymi's site, some email, some drinking, some watching out for a friend and the snapping of a photo.

In one email Raymi wants a picture, a picture of me. You may have noticed there are not pictures of me on this site. Well, there is one but it's a long shot with the moon in the background. I'm shy, okay. Okay, I'm not shy, it's just that I haven't seen any photos of me I like. Seeing how I can control content on this site, I usually control certain aspects in my favor.

I'm a bit vain I guess. But the deal is I like to think I'm open and honest, somewhat. There is some stuff I don't spontaneously broadcast over the internet but if I'm asked something directly, I try to give a direct response.

Raymi asked for a photo of me. The only photos I have of me, I don't like, so I planned to just take one and send it to her. That was the plan before the beers, martini's, and mind eraser and the plan stayed the same after, probably not the best time to take a photo. I took the photo, I didn't hate it, so I went with it.

And then broadcasted it over the internet. So, if you ever wondered what my dumb face looked like thank Raymi.