rhyme

1. If you have a stash of plastic grocery bags you’d like to get rid of, the Professor and I will be driving around Saturday afternoon between 1-4 and will gladly pick them up. If you’re home, we’ll chat with you. If you’re not, leave them on your front stoop and we’ll give your neighbors reason to eye you suspiciously.

As those of you who read this blog with any frequency know that I’m usually pretty positive. Those days have changed. I’ve become a conspiracy theorist. No, really, I have.

If it’s Summer then that means only one thing - reruns!

I’ve dusted off some classic posts from the CrankyNeocon days when I was a solo-act. I had a series called Revenge of the Stupid Lyrics. It started as a way to vent on some of the most annoying lyrics in Rock history.

It’s the 90’s: a generation so caught up in branded ideology, hot of the heels of 80’s big hair, and destined to make an impact on the world. Though many companies big and small had already seen the influence celebrities had and put them to practice in marketing ventures of their own, this generation would see several rise to the top.

Barack busts a rhyme:

“If the government can bail out investment banks on Wall Street, we can extend a hand to folks who are struggling on Main Street.”

Day four of Motherless Mother’s Day weekend in bullets:

1. A few too many of my fingers presently smell like poo on account of them recently being submerged in poo.  The sink is too far away.  I’m not getting up.

2. Penelope (age three) swam underwater for the first time today.  I was there.  I saw it.

1.  How does a guy who puts pictures of his bare butt (which, yes, is quite cute in it’s own way) on the internet turn around and claim to be big on privacy?  What kind of privacy is it that protects your words and not your ass?

Work today was…well, it was work. My new job is pretty good. My phrase for it is this: my worst day at my new job is still better than the best day answering the phone.

Well, today at work the IT guy came over and installed a new toy I guess you could call it.

I think it was Slarti who did a post last week or so about “What Songs You Would Want To Play As You Enter A Room” or something like that.  I know everybody’s waiting for this so without further adieu…(and there is no rhyme or reason to this…no order…just that these songs have a good beat and are easy to dance to)