Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I dined at a fine restaurant [Mamie's in Aberdeen, MD] this weekend. You know how guys are. Our conversations are about generalities and the mundane. Nothing too deep. This is how we bond. We have a difficult time talking with women, who usually want to share "feelings." Now add a second woman to the mix and the guy has no choice but to jingle the change in his pocket...or notice the bootlet of the guy across the way who's in the same predicament: everybody's done eating and the ladies want to talk. He was as bored as I was. The point of this entry was to poke fun at the concept of a zipper-sided "bootlet," but I seem to have talked on and on and on. Like a woman. Wait.
I love these things: Banana Split [with no flavor typically found in the classic banana split except banana--and it's artificial, for sure], Mary Jane [it gives added nuances to Rick James's song of the same name], Squirrel Nut Zippers [my first wife bought an album by the band of the same name--I endlessly chided her that it was a scant 37 minutes; no wonder she divorced me], and Bit-O-Honey [ANY product with an abbreviation of the word "of" gets high points on my scorecard]. There's some other peanut butter-based product in this picture, but it crumbled upon opening and thus deserves my passive-aggressive wrath [i.e., I offer no anecdote]. Lucky you.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Clearly, the roaches like my cubicle [see previous post]. I have no clue why. I am extremely neat. All my food is sealed. I suspect it's the moisture they want. Most insects need moisture more than anything else. Maybe I should cover my plant-watering pitcher...