Welcome back! I’m not sure where to start. I guess I’ll start two weeks ago when I was planning my week off. Las Vegas, Paris, Milan, Barcelona and Rio were all being considered. However, after I did a little number crunching, I opted for Steubenville. Ah, Steubenville — streets paved of gold, a smile on every child’s face and a song in everyone’s heart. I really need to find a new place to vacation. I’M JUST KIDDING, sort of, ha ha. I hung out with my Mom. She likes to bet on the dogs, so we went to the track a lot. Ha ha! I’m just kidding.
I really wanted to spend every waking minute bowling. I only went once with my nephews, Lucas and Jacob and my Mom. They kids just walked up to the lane and slammed the ball down. And I mean SLAMMED! So that started the chain reaction of my Mom telling the kids how to bowl and the kids not listening to my Mom. I couldn’t wait to get out of there! That cured me of bowling for the rest of the week — thank goodness I didn’t invest in a ball yet! Here’s two photos of the kids at a more peaceful moment, at the Dairy Queen:
I love the kids! If you’re a reader of my message board this is the same Dairy Queen where Zach works. We exchanged hellos but I totally forgot to take his picture! Next time. I didn’t do a whole lot of stuff, I just hung out. Thursday, I came down with a cold that’s still with me! It’s awful! It’s everywhere in my body, throat, ears, nose, head — everywhere. Damn cold, AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Internet Acting, thank you, thank you very much. I got back on Saturday. I unloaded my car — that involves a lot of back and fourth trips. I get the last bit of junk out of my car, hands are full, close the trunk and a bird takes a dump on me!
I’m like a walking Ziggy cartoon!!!! I almost forgot something. On the drive from NJ to Ohio, I was listening to Hot 97, the NY Hip-Hop station. They have a lunchtime, old-school rap show. If you know anything about me, know this, I love old-school rap. So the DJ gave out the number to call to request a song. I called up and requested some RUN-D.M.C. — minutes later, they played a RUN-D.M.C. song. If you could have been with me you would have thought I hit the lottery! I was so excited!!! And yes, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one that called up for a RUN-D.M.C. song but I was still on cloud 9. It’s the little things, ya know? I didn’t do anything yesterday, just nursed this stupid cold. OK, that’s enough for today. Have a great day! God Bless America.
Man, I can’t believe it’s Wednesday already! The week is flying by and that’s good! I took a few pictures at work yesterday. So, I thought it would be a good idea to have a show and tell today. Here’s the first picture:
When they put this up across the street from my office back in early December, I liked it. It has a nostalgic feel to it. However, it’s now the end of February, the film was a flop back on December 22 when it opened and now I’m sick of this billboard! Billboard people, Majestic people, anybody, please get rid of this thing. This next photo is the heartbeat of the Late Show, that’s right, my office:
Here’s some things I wanted to show you in that photo:
1. My desk. I’m pointing this out because of the old adage, a cluttered desk, a cluttered mind. See what I’m saying? There’s no clutter, my mind is dedicated to work and only work.
2. Shelf above my desk. I’m pointing this out because this is where the giant pickle was before crashing down on my body. Look at the height, I could have been hurt, really, really bad.
3. Bag. I’m pointing this out because that’s my breakfast and I’m hungry, sorry, ha ha.
4. The phone. Deals are made and deals are broken on this phone. With this phone, I can reach anyone in the world — IN THE WORLD!
This last photo isn’t that great but the sunset was such a beautiful hue, I had to share it with you:
That’s calming, isn’t it? I didn’t do anything last night. OK, that’s it. Have a great day. God Bless America.
I have a lot on my mind today. I’m in the planning stages of a 100% redesign of this website. I know I’ve said that in the past but this time’s for real. I have some cool things in my mind for this place. I like the thinking process. I think up all these crazy things and Walter tells me if it’s possible. Most of the time he just says, “Let me guess, you want the head to spin?” Ha ha! Hey, that was kind of a new character, Imaginary Walter. Maybe that’s something for my new site? Maybe not. I was so excited yesterday, my bowling book arrived! I’m am going to learn the ins and outs from bowling great, Dick Weber. This book is so cool — it covers everything from ball selection to the mental game. I don’t want to build this up too much as I’ve only been to the alley twice in two years but I have a feeling bowling is going to change my life. Check out this cool picture from the book:
(The picture in the book is just black ink, I added all the other stuff.) That could be me! This book isn’t for pushovers either, check out these crazy diagrams:
My math homework wasn’t that complicated — And I’m talking about college math people! Am I right people? Can I get an Amen? “Amen!” Thank you! I can’t wait to get to a lane to try out this new stuff. Speaking of Amen, I was buying some lottery tickets last night, the lotto guy handed me the tickets and said, “God bless you, buddy.” I thought to myself, well, that’s just about the nicest thing you can say to someone. I was so touched, I said to him, “God bless you too, brother.” I like little moments like that. That’s what it’s all about. I didn’t do anything last night. Sometimes the best thing to do is absolutely nothing. And on that note — Have a good one. God Bless America.
Hi. I started the old weekend off Friday night. Walter and myself went back to his place on the spur of the moment. The plan was to play video games and have pizza. It sounds lame but when you get right down to it, that’s all I really want to do. On the way there I spotted a huge dumpster full of books. They were in perfect condition, except for being in a dumpster, ha ha. Walter and I looked at each other and did the only thing we could do, rolled up our sleeves and started digging. From the books I was uncovering, I kind of get the feeling that an “alternative” book store went out of business. “Alternative” meaning: there seemed to be a lot of books about young men, discovering things — mostly about each other, ha ha. By the time we left, hordes of people were picking over our discovery. I walked away with a book by Gong Show legend, Chuck Barris and Walter walked away with a big stack of albums. He said he’s going to lock himself in a room and become the next Moby. Saturday, I cleaned my apartment. I mean I really cleaned it! I like having a place for everything and everything in its place. Good feeling. I talked on the phone a little bit and then drove to Nutley to do my laundry. Here’s a photo of my clothes in the dryer:
I took another photo in the parking lot. I was trying to be creative but it looks more like the Rain Man stole my camera and snapped a quick one.
I like that picture, it calms me. Sunday, I met up with my friend Sandi. We decided to go on an adventure, first stop, Ihop, ha ha. Ihop, let me tell you, they know what the heck they’re doing. From there, we kept driving and saw a sign for a place called The Rowe-Manse Emporium — A Specialty Department Store. I was thinking to myself that it was going to be one of those crazy sex places, you know, like they show on HBO every other hour. We both agreed it would be fun to explore and see how the other half lives. It turned out to be some cheap five and dime store. It was the weirdest store I’ve ever been in. There was a display of singing James Brown dolls, a candy section, a suit section, a glass section — even a snow sled section. The snow sleds were behind glass. Why? What is this place and why is it called the Rowe-Manse Emporium? We were both thrown for a loop. That was the end of the adventure. Because, where can you go from there? Here’s a picture that Sandi took outside the place:
We went home after that. I got some dinner, watched some TV and that was that. What a beautiful weekend. It was around 50 degrees, right where I like it. Rowe-Manse Emporium. I think I figured it out — “Rowe” and “Manse” must be two different people. I call that false advertising! That would make for quite the trial. “Your Honor, I wanted to go to a crazy sex shop — I feel that I was mislead by the department store’s name: Rowe-Manse Emporium.” Here’s another thing, who calls their store an “Emporium”? That’s a horrible name! “Macy’s Emporium” Does that sound good, I ask you, does it?! The whole thing just stinks! OK, that’s enough for a Monday. Have a good one. God Bless America.