My only sports related post to date...

Here is a list of clothing items I will have to change following todays Steelers victory...

Pants
Underwear
Long Underwear
Undershirt that was tucked into pants
Socks
Shoes

One of the best games I have seen in a very very long while... By no means the best game the Steelers have played, but better than anyone had predicted. The spread (or so I hear) was fairly close as far as points between the winning and losing teams were concerned, and the officiating was rather shady at times (that could just be the influence of my father in law coming through though... he never tires of saying "X is in the Mafia's pocket!" after an odd or badly run play... who knows...) I just hope we really did win fair and square today.

Okay... I'm going to change now.
Go Steelers!

***Warning, Political Discussion Ensues***

I hate to be a grumpy person who complains about the world... but I'm only human and I hope I will be forgiven for it.

So this whole bomb in a Starbucks thing... It now turns out that the "Bomb" was nothing but a flashlight. A flashlight.

Now, I'm the first to admit that people make mistakes. I make more than most people on an average day. I blame it on my ADD which has been omnipresent in my last few blog posts. This being said, I have no problem with the Police having made a mistake about the supposed "bomb".

But... (dang it, there's always a "but" isn't there) I've noticed a disturbing trend in the making of and the not correcting of mistakes.

Case in point: The police find what they believe to be a bomb in a Starbucks. Following procedure, they evacuate the people and call out the bomb squad. So far so good. THEN they report to the media that the "bomb" was powerful enough to have killed several people had it gone off. THEN they come out several days later and say that testing revealed the presence of ABSOLUTELY NO EXPLOSIVE MATERIALS. In fact, it was just an old flashlight with corroded batteries.

Hold on... I thought they said that the "bomb" was powerful enough to have killed several people had it gone off. If this is my bomb squad, and they not only cannot tell the difference between a bomb and a flashlight (okay, give them the benefit of the doubt, they were all out late the night before partying with the K9 division, it happens) BUT ALSO report to the entire world that the supposed bomb could have killed several people because it was so powerful... well... that leaves me questioning what these people are doing on a bomb squad.

Or perhaps MagLite is producing bomb shaped flashlights...
I smell a coverup...
that's got to be it...
MagLite is the real enemy here.

Okay... sorry for my grumpy and univited comments. Forgive me. And do have a good day. Read my other posts... they're much more light hearted.

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Recent movie ideas...

Okay... so Amanda already has caught wind of this... but I've been in the process of doodling over the last few weeks and I have the basic characters for a new super awesome movie...

Night of the Living Hairpiece Man - the hero of our story. A disembodied Beatle-esque wig wearing platform shoes. Probably some sort of stick on eyes. Fights crime using (what else) Aquanet.

Mustachio - defined by websters as "a type of mustache, esp. one that is elegant". This is the vilain of the storym a large disembodied poofy mustache. He would wreak havoc on society at large... just how I'm not exactly sure yet... but it would be sheer mayhem!

Goatastrophe - A vengeful goat who also wreaks havoc on society, possibly through fleas or use of his "Beard of Terror"

MonoBrowsah - A large disembodied Monobrow. Sidekick to Night of the Living Hairpiece Man. Has a catchphrase "Yowsah! It's MonoBrowsah!" (lame I know... but you'd kind of expect that from a living Monobrow)

Pygtalion - The secretary... a large disembodied set of pigtails. Unofficial chief of the hero organization.

I guess the series would be called "The Adventures of Night of the Living Hairpiece Man" or possibly "Disembodied Heros and Vilains minus the Goat"

(Pauses)

Okay... so now I'm kinda upset... it really is just as dumb as Amanda said it was. You know... I really should listen to her more often...

Yowsah... I hope this screen fits in ya browsah!

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Flimbles?

Gumption. That's what I have to say about all this. Gumption and flimbleton. So there.

In other news, I have decided to try to put some of my music online. I have written in pseudo techno, chill lounge, crazy music style for a while with a number of generators, taking care to not just use loops but to modify, cut, tonally change, and warp the sounds I'm using so I feel like it's still mine. In a certain way I suppose it always is mine since I'm the one figuring out how to arrange the loops in a certain way and whatnot.

This post has gone nowhere. I do that often don't I? Let's discuss that a bit.

Like I said in my last post I have thoughts that often act like a no outlet road. The go on and on and then end in someone's driveway. That in and of itself is fine. Thoughts must sometimes end. I mean, you can only discuss the merits of coffee and tea for so long before you run out of ideas. My problem is that when I reach the end of the road and run into someone's driveway, the following scenario plays out.

Andy: What a nice house, I think I'll knock on the door and see if anyone is home!
Person: Hello Andy, I am a magical squid! Come inside and have tea! Michael Flatly is doing a lively dance on the kitchen island!
A: Why how fun! But shouldn't I be getting back to reality? The thought ended at the driveway and I've already gone too far. By the way, you're leaking ink all over your floor.
P: No, don't go. I've been waiting for you. Bill O'Reily is in a maid's outfit and he cleans up after my leaking ink.
A: You know, they have medications that could stop that bothersome leakage... but then again, why waste the image of Bill O'Reily in a maid outfit.
P: That's what I'm talking about.

You see? This is the problem. I have way too much fun inside my own imagination to be able to fully enjoy the way life plays out sometimes. And that, my friends, is a scary thought.

Okay... back to work.

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A new perspective

Dear me, how does this always seem to happen... one moment you've made up your mind to try and get back on the blog bandwagon, the next you're being trampled by oxen bearing US mail (not that they ever did this mind you, it just sounded more impressive to word it that way). The return to classes has been uneventful but nice. I have a schedule again, and that always helps with my ADD which is at its worst when I'm not on a... (voice trails off as I notice a really cool looking piece of paper across the room that might be a crossword puzzle or a doodle, or a random scrap of anything that might be interesting... I wander the room and decide to go have a drink in the cafe, check my mail in the French office, see a computer and realize that I've left this post open on the computer for like, half an hour and am heading back to the room... when I get distracted by an announcement for Serbian Writers week and begin to think about all the Serbian writers I know... and upon realizing that I know none, decide to go look up some on the computer, and finally realize that I've now left this post open for an additional ten minutes)

So where was I. Oh. Right. I was talking about blogging. I think I'll continue this post later, I forgot that I needed to get my Medication refilled so I won't do this again. Wish me luck... there are lots of distracting things on the way to the pharmacy. Paper bags, patterns in the brick sidewalks, manhole covers, car liscence plates, tree branches, seed pods on the ground, ginko trees, etc.

Sigh.

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