Jay Leno

Tonight I watched the Jay Leno Show in prime time for the first time, which may be why they are failing. The most disturbing part is that my favorite part of the show was completely ripped of one of my favorite blogs. Fail blog. He has really lost relevance, it is sad. I hope they do not take Conan of the air, if they do, I will follow with no hesitation. Its the hair.

Ignorance is Louisiana

Why did we spend so much money rebuilding this state?

Interracial couple denied marriage license in Louisiana

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In health-care plan, give secession a chance.

This is a very interesting and slightly depressing take on what the problem with healthcare is. I have always been a little skeptical about southern society, I have always felt the south's hospitality is double speak. The numbers about tax distribution make me a bit sick. I think it is too drastic, but I wonder if proposed how southerners would feel.

A scary quote I hope is not true.

Contrary to conventional wisdom, maybe the thing about Barack Obama that offends the red states most is neither that he is black, nor that he is somehow socialist pink, but that he is very, very "blue" -- a liberal college professor with a foreign-sounding name and lots of overseas fans. According to one poll, nearly half of southerners question whether he can really be the legitimate president.

In health-care plan, give secession a chance - MarketWatch

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dear Charlotte drivers

Dear Charlotte Drivers,

I respectfully suggest a few small things that may make highway travel safer and more enjoyable.

1. If there is a HOV lane to the left hand side, that is not the fast lane and you are in fact IN the fast lane yourself, drive accordingly please.

2. If you look to the right and no one is there, that is where your car belongs. One should use the left hand lane for overtaking only, then merge right.

3. If someone is behind you and flashes their high beams, they are not asking you to hit the brakes, they are asking that you move over, please oblige.

Love, Jon

What am I, 19? I have a lot of male friends, most of them in a +/- 3 year range of my own age. I am the ONLY one who does not have any sort of body clock. I sleep until something wakes me up, I stay awake until I have to sleep. Usually, it works as 18 hours on then 12 hours off (sleep). I wish we had a 30 hour day. Sunday night I slept for 4 hours, that usually doesn't bother me but I was tired all day yesterday, I tried to take a nap, but as usual, I couldn't. I went to bed at 9:30pm and woke up this morning at 11:00am... 13.5 hours of sleep and I was still groggy. I set the alarm but didn't turn it on. My biggest beef is that my friends "naturally" get up at 7 or 8 and being that I went to bed that early, shouldn't I just wake up after 10 hours of sleep? I can't wait to grow up.

being an adult means making tough choices

**** I did not write this for help or because I feel bad, I just didn't want to answer the "why" question a multiple times. I am already excited for the fall and feel great about my decision.****

I hate it, but that is the fact folks. I have deferred starting my MBA work until the fall. WINI Cooper has decided that she wanted a new power steering pump and some parts of the rack repaired. You guys know me, any other car and I would have sold the damn thing and found something else to drive, but not my WINI. The repair is only a few bucks shy of tuition but with Amanda out of work this summer, both just aren't in the cards. As an adult, these decisions suck but I am glad I don't have to drive to intense and brief summer session in a truck with no air conditioning. I am ready to go come August 24th.

I cannot be creative at home.

I used to think of all these things I could do, creative things.  I would design a complete room in my head, using existing furniture, something new and different.  As soon as I walk through the door and get to the task of putting my plan in action, something horrible happens.  Each and every time I get a creative thought in my head, it is gone.  

The culprit is the door jamb.  Some mystical magnesium or ironic iron exists only in the door jambs of my house, not allowing those ideas to come to fruition.  There have been really thoughtfully laid out blog posts about my looming mid-life crisis or some eloquently crafted anti-right-wing argument that have all been zapped by the rectangular mind eraser.  It is like Q raised his wand thingy in front of my face and erased my thoughts on what it means to live in suburbia in Charlotte.  

The issue is not if this happens, I have researched the issue greatly and my boring blog is proof enough that it does happen.  The issue is why this happens.  Either I am too afraid to share with you what I want to write, or my prevailing and biggest lead on the case, that my mind is too lazy to hold the thoughts in long enough to get them all down into a word processor.  A mind is a terrible thing to waste, logically, my wasteful mind is just plain terrible. 

I am lazy, so I bore myself with play by play accounts of what has or what is going to happen.  Like a thirteen year old girl scribbling in her diary about how Johnny Footballhero winked at her in the hall and commented on how good her hair smelled.  Written words are so hard to pull a tone out of the Times New Roman, but I am breathing heavily as a I write this because I am so pissed at myself for being this way.  Alas I am.  

Please comment with the movie and song referenced in this post... please do not look at the comments until you bother to at least guess.

Working Out

...sucks!!!  a truckload... no really... it sucks.

I used the DVD workout that came with Nutrisystem.  It was really difficult, but I finished up.  I look forward to it because it will help me be more flexible.  I want to be more flexible so I can play more sports and not have to spend time doing lonely, boring workouts.  I really prefer team sports but in order to not get hurt and perform better, I have to do this stuff first.  

Let me shower, heading to the Niners game tonight against LaSalle.  I hope we can end this three game skid.

FORTY>>>>>

Wikipedia

I love Wiki, I am feeling blue today and I was looking for the reason.  I know people get sad in the winter time due to Seasonal Affective Disorder.  I know that it certainly had an affect on Amanda when we were in Chicago.  Ever since the forecast called for 70 degrees this week and I have worn shorts to work three days in a row, I have been in a very fowl mood.  I have diagnosed myself, I have Reverse Subsyndromal Seasonal Affective Disorder.  Basically, heat causes high levels of anxiety.  I am anxious for some cold weather.

Mean Muggin'

I am not sure if any of you are familiar with the term "mean muggin.' " Mean muggin' is defined by the fine folks at urban dictionary as "the evil eye, lookin at someone hard." I was not very familiar with this term until one of my co-workers in Chicago used it regularly and I began to incorporate it into my vernacular. Below you will find the male in the picture clearly mean muggin' while his date (prom maybe, thanks photobucket) is unaware.



Rational thought would make you think that in land of "Southern Hospitality" that this phenomenon would be much less prevolent that in the millions deep midwest city I hold dear. In the ten weeks since Amanda and I's return, I have actually noticed it to be a more common practice. Maybe, before having defined and quantified the action, I was just oblivious in my last tenure of residence in the Queen City.



One of the hourly associates at my place of work has a tendency to mean mug all day long. His is a scowl, a slightly apathetic stare, when coupled with his rugged exterior creates a menacing look. I was assigned to be his mentor about 5 weeks ago and during our first meeting, I brought up that his look may prevent him from being as successful as he wants to be. He has been actively trying to overcome is non-intentional disadvantage. After some scepticism, he realized I was being honest and his persona on the outside finally matches the inside.



Earlier last week, I was mean mugged by a customer I was trying to explain something that was very beneficial to him. The sad thing is he could have gotten some freebees, an oil change or something, if he has been pleasent. Instead of that route, I raised my intensity to match his. On Friday I was mean mugged by a construction worker who was building my house. I thought to myself "if it weren't for me, would he be working right now." After getting off my Republican-esque high horse, I decided that I was intruding on his work space and maybe I deserved it. I did create a good deal of extra work for him. On Saturday, I was mean mugged at a 3 year old's birthday party, I am not sure of the provocation for said "muggin.' "



I conclude with this... people of the world. Stop MEAN MUGGIN' people!