In hindsight, I decided to protect myself–even though I didn’t mention anyone, any place or anything else by a very specific detail.
Hey, blogs can get people fired, no matter how much of an asshole some other people can be to them…no matter how Noble their intentions are. It’s clear as Clay why a person would want to be cautious, right? Bar-none.
So, if you know me, you can get the password. If you don’t…you probably cannot. Sorry.
Cliche title, I know, but, still…
Okay, so people are getting pissed off because a song titled “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp” was nominated for and won the Oscar for Best Original Song? And that it was voted for by The Academy (bum-dum-DUMMMMM!)? (more…)
It’s not new news, per se, but it’s been rattling around in my brain for the past week or so:
California woman, 62, gives birth to 12th child
Okay, so the pregnancy happened in-vitro. I’m not sure if that bothers me even more, but I think it does. I mean, if you’re that old of a hen and there are still eggs left to hatch by natural means… Maybe there’s something bigger at play here. (more…)
I’m a commuter.
I ride a train every damned day from my suburban location–about 35 miles out from Chicago–all the way to the city. Since they’ve recently added 2 additional stops to the line, it’s now a lot more difficult to get my very own seat. I’m a big boy. BIG BOY! (I love that credit card commercial where the geeky guy has to repeat his password) (more…)
Chicago has recently come up with, what one would think would be good, smoking bans.
I say this as a non-smoker, of course. I fully entitle you to your right to smoke… but I hate that stuff and all the stink and clogged lungs that come with it. Just so you know where I stand, at least.
The latest smoking ban has taken place on our public transportation. No smoking in the train garage (which means I no longer have to inhale your second-hand smoke AND the crap that’s coming off of the trains).
Oh yeah–there’s also no smoking at the entranceways to buildings.
I thought this would be a good one. I remember the walk to my Starbucks and the “Carcinogen Corner” as I had dubbed that entranceway. It was amusing to me–and very frustrating at the same time. Didn’t seem fair to me that I’d have to clamor through the smokers stankifying the entrance way so they could huddle together for warmth. (more…)