restroom

I was, um, taking a rest in the restroom at the Nashville airport somewhere on concourse C when my wife called wondering why I wasn’t at baggage claim just yet.  I ignored the call because I didn’t want to be that guy - the guy who talks on his phone in the restroom.  She called again.  I once again ignored it.  Then again.  I answered, explained the reason for my tard

When I drift off to sleep, nothing rattles me. I have slept through many noisy calamities, tornado like weather, and family members being awake and sick with lights on and making noise enough to wake the dead. My own snoring, which I am told causes window glass vibration throughout the neighborhood, does not wake me.

From WKRN:

A bill called “The Restroom Access Act” may soon bring some relief to 30,000 Tennesseans who suffer from inflammatory bowel diseases.

My friend Steve Rubel does some “back of the envelop math” that he believes suggests $1 billion of Internet advertising is wasted.

Now that Miss A is fully potty trained I’m embracing the diaper free days/Pull Up nights and I generally let her do her bathroom business on her own.

Hey, you know how some talented bloggers carefully craft each blog entry as if it were a column and each piece is a feature that can stand alone and be enjoyed time and again?

I'm not one of them.

I thought you should know that.

Many thanks to Kenton Dickerson of the Access Nashville Coalition/Center for Independent Living, who visited the two restaurants in this week's dining review.

It is the spring of 1980.  I am 15 years old.  It is a Friday night, but I am on no date.  I am working, performing my duties as dishwasher at The Barn Dinner Theater (now known as Chaffin’s Barn).  The small transistor radio is blasting the AOR station of the time (I think it was KDF).  The Pink Floyd song “Young Lust” is on.

This not only appears on the KNS, it’s on the AP Wire.

The Sumner County Sheriff’s Department is investigating a possible hate crime after racist graffiti defaming a black school administrator were found with a paper-towel noose.

Graffiti in a restroom?  *gasp*

A noose made out of paper towells? *oh no!*

1. Hotpipes are snappy dressers. The spacesuits were rad, but the color-coordinated cover-alls that matched the vegetable-shaped head-gear were pretty damn awesome—like, Star Wars titles by Saul Bass awesome.

I am also declaring that "The Future Is Where We Belong" is the theme song for Summer '08—whether or not there will be dreamz involved is TBD.