Man! Was I really gassy the other day. I farted everywhere I went and they were loud. I had no volume control at all.
Worst part was when I went to the grocery store. It seemed to be "Hot girls in every aisle" day. And there was brad farting everywhere I went.
If you know who these guys are you should be my facebook friend.
They are very good at this. They got me 2 times last Monday and 3 times on Tuesday.
I wasn't able to find them on yesterday.
This year, about 565,650 Americans are expected to die of cancer, more than 1,500 people a day. Cancer is the second most common cause of death in the US, exceeded only by heart disease. In the US, cancer accounts for 1 of every 4 deaths.
Too bad our government is not putting up the money to fight that killer of Americans. The survival rate for those diagnosed with cancer is increasing. But painfully slow.
This morning a friend of mine lost her mother to cancer. It was her second round with cancer.
Her daughter, me friend, wrote the following about her mother:
Her name was Nancy
Her name was Nancy. She loved Shrimp and sardines. She bird watched for fun. She pulled trash off of the curb, cleaned it up and sold it for good money. She pinched me in the behind when we cooked together just to be a twerp. She loved her Husband, children, grandchildren and family. She was my Mom and she peacefully went to heaven this morning at 7:00am.
I don't know how I would handle the lose of a parent. It cannot be easy.
The first time I heard Gorge Carlin, it was his Seven Words you Can Never Say on Television. It made me laugh my @$$ off. Just the bit about "tits" not being on the list made it worthwhile. For the curious, go to your google search bar on your browser and type in "lyrics George Carlin seven words you can never say on television"
I think the best thing about watching or listening to George Carlin is that [except for a couple of jokes] his old stuff and newer stuff was still applicable and of course funny. Newer stuff still funny! I could go on about George Carlin for a while. But I'm going give you two thoughts: Baseball vs Football will always be funny [until 2042 when baseball ends] and I wonder what insights we will miss now that he is gone.
I won free tickets to see a concert. The local theater [which is a block away form my place] does these email giveaways for each show.Usually, i don't get my email till it's too late but for some reason on my day off, I sent in a reply and they hit me right back telling me that I had won tickets.
I was a bit worried that when i picked them up they would hit me up with some questionnaire or marketing pitch but they just gave me tickets. Two tickets. I had no idea who I would go with.
I tried the craigslist thing but the only response I got was a 17 year old girl and ... well, that is too young to be hanging out with Brad. So, i went by myself.
As I headed out the door, I realized I had no money. none. i have none in the back either. So, I grab my change jar and head to the grocery store to cash it in. The total? $8. Enough for one beer at the concert.
I walk a bit around before going into the concert with hope that I can see someone who looks like they are heading to the concert and trade them my spare ticket for a beer. This doesn't work as anyone who looks like they are going to the concert already have their "I'm at a concert" wristbands on. meaning that they had already bought a ticket, gone in the theater, and then back out.
I give up and go in. It's mega-hot in the place. Awful.I don't buy my beer right away thinking I will hold out for the main performance.
The first warm up band is OK and has people dancing. Witch was good. The second warm up band ... well, they thought a lot of feedback was music. i listen for a while and then ... I leave for fresh air.
It's still warm outside. So, i head to my place for some AC and water.
But old man Brad reared his head and instead of going back. I took my shoes off and went to bed. *shrug*
I don't know how to explain it. But it seems to be loading up web pages faster. Not all my add-ons are supported either. But I'm guessing they will catch up.
yes, Firefox 3 seems to be a better browser.
I like my job. I like it a lot. Ask my friends. I talk about it way too much.
But when I meet new people and they ask what i do for a living, I lie. I make up jobs.
I've had people stare at me trying to figure out if I'm serious when I tell them that I'm a race car driver. I've had girls slowly turn around and walk away when I tell them that I'm a jet fighter pilot. I've had people totally play along asking silly questions when i say that I'm a mattress tester. And yes, I've gotten totally shocked looks when i say that I'm an undergarment inspector - checking for moister levels - and I am always surprised that they keep talking to me.
While I really do like my job - I do. I just don't like being defined by it. Especially with people I just met. Plus, it's fun to make up a story about a job. It doesn't always go over well though. Like this exchange proves:
Outrageously Hot Brunette: So, what do you do?
Our Hero Brad: I'm a caver.
Outrageously Hot Brunette: A what?
Our Hero Brad: A caver. I'm a spelunker who gets paid to spelunk.
Outrageously Hot Brunette: So, what do you do in caves.
Our Hero Brad: Cave stuff.
Outrageously Hot Brunette: *rolls eyes*
That was the end of our conversation by the way. So, what new job should I add to my arsenal of fake jobs?
Happy Friday the 13th. Some 13 trivia:
• There is a Norse myth about 12 gods who were having a dinner party when in walked an uninvited 13th guest - the mischievous Loki. According to the myth, Loki arranged for Hoder, the blind god of darkness, to shoot Balder the Beautiful, the god of joy and gladness, with a mistletoe-tipped arrow. Balder died and the Earth went dark. The whole Earth mourned.
• A particularly bad Friday the 13th occurred in the middle ages. On a Friday the 13th in 1306, King Philip of France arrested the revered Knights Templar and began torturing them, marking the occasion as a day of evil.
• In ancient Rome, witches reportedly gathered in groups of 12. The 13th was believed to be the devil.
• Both Friday and the number 13 were once closely associated with capital punishment. In British tradition, Friday was the conventional day for public hangings, and there were supposedly 13 steps leading up to the noose.
• Numerologists consider 12 a "complete" number. There are 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, and 12 apostles of Jesus. In exceeding 12 by 1, 13's association with bad luck has to do with just being a little beyond completeness.
• The fear of the number 13 is so great that more than 80 percent of high-rises lack a 13th floor, many airports skip the 13th gate, several cities do not have a 13th Street or a 13th Avenue, and hospitals and hotels regularly have no room number 13.
You know some believe that a group of 13 is bad luck. So, if you have a group of 13 and are worried about this, I'll gladly join your group ... or take away that cute girl in the group to put you back at 12 ...
WARNING: Music ahead.
I hate James Blunt. Is it not bad enough that his crappy/wussy songs are overplayed on the radio? Does he have to cover great songs and turn them crappy?
I actually like covers of songs. it's neat to hear them sung a bit different with a different style. I know there are some non-linkclickers out there and that is fine. But if you are going to cover a good song, here and here is how it is done.
Yes, that was a bluegrass link. Bluegrass. It's fun sometimes. Try it. You'll like it.
BONUS: The Kooks cover Gnarls Barkley's Crazy.
When is it too late to blog about somethign recent and it still be relevant? if I blog about something that happened two Thursday ago, can i pass that off as recent?
Well, I am because it's really just a few pictures. I was in Norfolk on the 29th. There was a bar crawl. We had a large number of people for it. So many that we had to stick some in the back of the mini-van we drove down to Granby Street [ahhh, how I miss living right there]:
I did my best to make sure everyone was out of bars before we headed to the next one - all these people ahead of me were involved. it's not a great picture but there are like 15-20 people there.
In the end my buddy Joe got pretty drunk.
Then a couple of days latter he got married. I'm sure the two had nothing to do with each another.
I mean, i dont' need one at all. I'm biking more and when i drive i know where I am going now-a-days - mostly.
But I have such a poor sense of direction. maybe a GPS would be good for me.
Or maybe I just want a gadget.
http://nancybaran.blogspot.com/
Please, don't think that I'm preaching. I know some of my causes and beliefs throw some of you off and you don't want to read much about it. And that is fine.
But i have a friend whose mother pretty darn ill. And she is blogging the experience of taking her mother to a medical facility in the hope that the treatment there can save her mom.
So, far, so good it seems. But I'm going to put a link to her blog here on my blog and i encourage you to read - and read often. And send you prayers/positive thoughts out to those who suffer from an epidemic that killing people every day - remember over 3000 people in the US were diagnosed with cancer TODAY.
Choosing life: Nancy's Daily Update
I'm going out of town for a few days and will be without the internets. I'm packing. I always forget something. I've got:
• shoes
• shirts
• undies
• pants
• socks
•iPod
• a list of things to memorize [food, wine, touch, words, desire, walls, whispers, possession]
• toast
• coffee filters
• toothbrush toothpaste deodorant shampoo
• camera and charger
• phone charger
• shorts to sleep in
• more shirts
• rain jacket
• beanie
• sweater [just in case]
• sunglasses
• tie [just in case]
Now. What am I forgetting?
I like fresh coffee in the morning.
I like guacamole.
I like fresh garlic.
I like TV and movies with quick witty dialog.
I like classic rock.
I like indie rock.
I like to see people smile.
I like it when I find out that I can avoid the dumb banner ads on web pages. Firefox has an ad-on called ABP [ad blocker pro] and I didn't realize anything about it until I saw that my mom's firefox had it. It just makes the ads blank spaces. So those stupid mouse over ads don't make sounds or move or grow big or whatever they do to annoy you. But now it seems that they are testing and looking into an upgrade for AdBlocker that just doesn't make the banner ads blanks but makes them images of Art. Cool, eh?
Ug, today was a rough one. i guess they can't all be great days. I survived the tornadoes and hail yesterday. But today a good number of things just didn't go right.
*sigh*
I don't know why but I find the Dos Exes Ads about the Most Interesting Man in the World to be very funny. It's a large campaign with banner ads and print ads and job application and multiple tv spots.
Maybe it's the mix of exotic [pressing tuxes on safari] and the mundane [putting salad dressing right on top of the salad where it belongs where there is no turning back] - I dunno but I find it funny.
Did I tell you what I did for Mother's Day?
After buying my mom a nice breakfast, I did any yard work she asked. I built a temporary hot-box to put over one of her gardens for her peppers and Tomatoes. I planets tomatoes and peppers and did anything she asked really.
Then that evening, while eating some chips and guacamole in the kitchen, I whispered to her, "Mom, I have something I need to tell you." A look of horror - no, a look of 'Oh, no, what did you do now' came across her face.
You see, I have gotten in a bit of trouble since I have been back in CO. She clearly knew that I had yet another issue to tell her. It was almost as if i had taken her wonderful day and smashed it.
But I told her what I needed to say. I said, "Mom, I love guacamole." And then laughed and told her about the look on her face.
What a great son I am.
