And all I want to do is sleep. Exhaustion, thy name is Geek.
Quickie
Erble Grworf? Guhnah!
I’m actually deliriously sleepy.
After a nice 18 hour day of work the day after arriving in Greece I’ve now been working 36 hours straight so far “todays” with no end in sight. I’m tired beyond belief and am actually amazed that I’m coherent/stupid enough to write this during my brief 15 minute break instead of collapsing in a corner and power napping. I’ve gotten to wondering if long blinks can count as sleeping.
On the bright side, my overtime compensation is gonna rock!
History Happens
And I’ve got something to say.
But it’s taking a long time for me to get the words to come out the way I want them to so I’m going to have to post my thoughts on this historic moment tomorrow. I know, I know… I should have prepared something in advance, but truthfully I am to busy right now to do my writing beforehand so you all have to make do with a simple “WooHoo!” until tomorrow.
And that’s all I have to say right now.
Crazy Thought of the Day #328,502,153,415
Just a random thought.
Do dogs think elevators are magic transporters? I mean, from their perspective you walk into a tiny, metal room and a few moments later you leave that room and you’re miraculously somewhere else! They have no real concept of mechanisms, machinery or vertical movement brought about by pressing a button. I imagine if we could see their thought bubbles they’d go a little something like this;
“Holy crap, it’s the magic room! I don’t wanna die!”
“Please, don’t let us get vaporized this time Master, I just need to go potty!”
“Master doesn’t look scared, maybe there’s nothing to worry…”
“OMG! We’re stopping! But it’s too soon! What’s going on?!”
“Who are these people? Where are we? Should I get out? Should I stay?”
“Maybe I’ll just cower in the corner and quietly pee on myself…”
Dogs are so awesome.
What’s the Deal?
I keep writing posts but about halfway through I get bogged down and just stop. Right now there are 16 half-written posts waiting in WordPress for me to finish them. I think I need someone to give my creative juices a swift kick in the butt.
HEY! That was supposed to be a rhetorical kick! Ow!
QOTD #3065
My fellow Americans.
How can anyone, no matter what their personal beliefs may be, vote for or against someone based solely on ad campaigns of rhetoric and propaganda without researching for themselves what that person really believes? Please people, I beg of you. Gather information, sift through the talking points, ignore the pundits and find the person worthy of your vote. Most of all, remember that voting with the herd can lead everyone over the cliff.
SmartVote2008
You Know Who You Are
If you think it tastes just like chicken, why not just eat chicken?
Blargh
So, I’m sick. Again.
I really hate being sick. I mean really hate it. Not only do I hate being sick, but I hate everything about being sick. I hate all the tissues that rub my nose raw, the mucus that lodges in my chest, the various aches and pains whenever I move and all the cold and clammy sweat that cocoons me in a blanket of yucky slime. Most of all, I hate the fact that as a self employed individual I don’t get any paid sick days off, like a certain wife I could mention who enjoys rubbing those kinds of things in her husbands face when he’s deathly ill.
And really, what’s the point of being sick if you can’t get paid for it?
Burning Question
Have you ever farted so powerfully that it actually burned? What’s up with that?!
Saint Diego
So, I’m in California.
It’s nice, I guess. Sunny and warm, with nice breezes by the water and lots of beautiful girls in small outfits and sun-and/or-bottle-bleached hair. I’m working though, so I don’t get to go outside of my hotel at all during the day and by the time I can go out at night I’m too tired to even think about it. All of which means that I could be in Newark, NJ or on the fricking moon for all the difference it makes to me since I never see anything but the hotel ballroom and my sleeping quarters. And let me tell you, sometimes the sleeping quarters are in need of a major makeover. I mean, when was the last time florescent, lime green wallpaper was in fashion? And how about this hotels’ love affair with badly stained orange carpeting? Walking on the carpet makes me very glad that I brought my Mighty Flip-Flops of Safe Personal Hygienic Action & Adventure.
Now if only I could find a way to remove my pants without touching anything…