So my neighbor appears to have purchased a new car. MY car. The Infiniti FX. So what am I doing? Yes, I'm coveting. Oh baby am I coveting. But unfortunately at 40k it's just a wee bit out of my price range.
Never mind. Soon I'll be driving a sleek, new, Dodge Magnum. Sure it will be cream colored. And, OK, yes it will have a big XYZ Insurance logo on the side complete with a 1-800 number for claim reporting purposes. But I'll make it cool, just see if I don't.
So the neighbor's car is a metallic heather gray. Or at least it appears to be. I've only seen it from a distance as I've passed by their house in my 1993 Mocha Frost Metallic Mercury Sable, AKA "the chick magnet".
I'm sure not batting 1000 on those old Commandments. But at least I haven't killed anybody. Yet.
Former NFL running back passed away at the age of 39. Heyward was diagnosed with a brain tumor in 1998. He was deemed "cancer free" after surgery and radiation treatment, however in 2005 he suffered a relapse which eventually claimed his life.
Music producer Ian Copeland died last week of melanoma. Copeland was instrumental in creating a U.S. Club Circuit, helping to advance the careers of such 70's and 80's "new wave" bands as Squeeze, The B-52's and The Police, which was founded by younger brother Stewart.
Copeland went on to found Frontier Booking International which represented such 80's hit makers as R.E.M., Sting, the Bangles, the Go-Gos, the Smiths, the Fixx, UB40, Joan Jett and the Black Hearts, Oingo Boingo, the Dead Kennedys and the Cure.
Probably best known as Principal Richard Vernon in 1985's The Breakfast Club, Paul Gleason passed away on Saturday, May 27 of mesotheliom, a form of lung cancer caused by exposure to asbestos.
His first brush with fame came in 1975 playing the role of Dr. David Thorton on All My Children. He is also well remembered as Clarence Beeks in the 1983 Eddie Murphy, Dan Aykroyd comedy, Trading Places.
Don't mess with the bull young man. You'll get the horns.
Hope you all had an enjoyable Memorial Day weekend. Don't forget to remember the brave vets who died for this great country we all enjoy. That's what the weekend is all about after all, not stuffing ourselves with burgers and hot dogs, though that's fun too.
So we headed for Tahoe at about 7:30 Friday night. After making several pit stops to: the post office, the library, my sister in-laws, McDonald's and Taco Bell this put us "on the road" at about 8:30, which is about par for our course. On the plus side, traffic was light. That is until we hit...snow. Yes we had a gen-u-ine snow storm coming over the pass near Donner Lake. Chains were unnecessary even though we did lose traction for a fraction of a second or two. And even with the unexpected storm we still managed to get to our pad by around mid-night.
We woke Saturday morning to two surprises: One, about 4 inches of snow on the ground and two: our daughter complaining she wasn't feeling well only to have her head in the toilet about 30 minutes later. Poor kid missed out on playing in the snow for by late Saturday most of it had melted away. The boy and I however had a pretty good time beating each other senseless with snowballs. By Sunday the girl felt better but by then one would never have guessed there had been snow on the ground. We went to the lake to do some crawdad fishing (caught two) but the wind coming off the lake sent us packing after only 45 minutes or so.
The remainder of the weekend was spent like most vacations, eating and drinking. We managed to watch Ocean's Twelve (sucked major) and The Chronicles of Narnia. My vote for The Wicker Man was voted down. Well, not really but I wasn't sure I wanted to subject my folks to it that night. The mood wasn't right. If you haven't seen it, do so. Great flick.
We were on the road by about 11:30 this morning and once again had great luck with the traffic. Hwy 5 was empty. The only snag was Hwy 12 where a draw bridge and a red light hung us up for about 15 and 30 minutes respectively.
If there's one thing Survivor Vanuatu-Islands of Fire(ooo!) winner, Chris Daugherty learned while on the islands it was how to lie. It's a fundamental skill set for anyone who hopes to win at Survivor. Unfortunately, breaking that habit often proves to be a bit of a sticky wicket. Just ask Richard Hatch who is currently serving a prison term for failing to pay taxes on his Survivor winnings.
Yahoo News reports that Daugherty, a highway worker for the Ohio Department of Transportation, lied to get time off from work in order to participate in a European promotional tour for Survivor.
Daugherty could face penalties as minor as a wrist slap but possibly as severe as termination. If terminated, Daugherty will simply have to learn to do without his $34,000 a year job.
While perusing the recent Walter Drake catalog (Satisfying Customers since 1947!) I was amazed to see that they offer an actual typewriter.
Some of you younger readers have probably never even experienced the joy and frustration of having to use a typewriter (same as you've never written an actual pen to paper, stuff in an envelope and mail letter. But I know that there are more than a few of you for whom the typewriter was as vital as the pen and pencil, once upon a time.
Well if you're in need of a nostalgia shot, you may purchase a genuine Rover manual typewriter for the low LOW price of only...$139.99. I kid you not. And that's on sale from the normal price of $199.99. For $139.99 you will receive a 44-key, 3-line space selector typewriter with side return lever. According to the advertisement, the Rover "Lets you think as you type." I'm not sure what this means. Perhaps because while you're thinking, it just...sits there. Doing nothing. No blinking cursor, no screen savers, pop up e-mail notifications or other internet distractions.
Anyway, in addition to sitting there doing nothing it also features:
"...key-set tabbing, two-color ribbon selector, margin stops. Bell rings 5 strokes short of the margin stop!" The exclamation point is theirs not mine.
Now if a manual typewriter offers too much nostalgia, you can opt for the Smith Corona Electric Typewriter. This baby features:
"Automatic center and return, tabbing, memory correction, shift lock, and "dings" at the end of the line!" Again, their exclamation point and quotation marks.
This whole bell ringy, dingy, thingy was obviously a big deal with the typewriter. You see kids, this was in the days before word wrap when we had to tell the words to start typing on the next line. Oh what times we had, waiting for that ding and whacking that return bar. It was crazy I tell you.
And so it is that the world continues to hold its collective breath in anticipation of the "imminent arrival" of baby Angipitts.
Brad and Angelina are trying to make their stay in Namibia as private as possible. With Angi-Pitt are their two adopted children, Maddox and Zahara Jolie-Pitt.
I for one will not get a decent nights sleep until I know the little nipper has arrived safely.
In other news, Tomkat has purchased a hilltop plot in the San Fernando Valley where he plans to build a home for his family. The plot was purchased from the Church of Scientology. Cruise plans to spend $25 million on the project. Cheap bastard. What, couldn't afford $30 million?
Now I've heard that Katie's parent's have yet to meet their grand-daughter, Suri. Reports state that Tomkat had a spat which ended with Katie planning to take Suri to visit her parents. Tom, who apparently does not have a very good relationship with the love child's mother, will not be accompanying her.
A "confidant" of Katie's has said, and I quote,
"Katie’s very unhappy and beginning to realize she may have made a major mistake being with Tom.”
Tomkat possibly in the shitter? Yeah, so much for that good night's sleep.