I have a friend who always wanted to have KITT for those nights he was too drunk to drive.
"KITT, I am fucked up. Drive me home. Turbo boost it, bitch"
So I was having my lunch at Costco today, cracker with spinach spread, spoonful of pot-roast, mini taco, cracker with seafood spread, piece of turkey bacon, spoonful of pot-roast, baby triangle of quiche, when the woman giving out samples of herbal tea announced she loved her job. My response was, "At least someone does." This was in no way an invitation to talk. I just wanted my 2 ounces of tea and to be on my way. What I got was an impromptu seminar on interviewing.
My last post was all about the funny emails I got in response to my ad for a used Apple Powerbook. I got offered everything short of the money I was actually asking for. Hell, if only I had a child who needed clarinet lessons. That trade really seemed like a good deal. I ended up selling the laptop for full price mind you, but in order to do so I had to let a total stranger into my home. When the guy called to discuss the transaction we talked about the computer for a few minutes before I said half jokingly, "You aren't a serial killer, right? I mean people know you're coming over." He laughed and said he would be over in an hour. This is where it gets amazing. I am standing out front when he pulls up in his late model Saab. The guy has a head full of dreads, a beard, and a sweet sleeveless shirt. He got out of the car carrying a brief case. What's in the brief case? Knives? Apple diagnostic discs? I wasn't sure what to think. Is he going to murder me or argue with me about who the best keyboard player was in the Grateful Dead? I would actually have preferred murder to the latter conversation. Luckily he was just this really cool guy who calls himself the tech-nomadic video blogger. Apparently he has been driving around the country for years in a solar RV breaking beats. He is my new hero. I could learn a lot from this guy. Video blogging is the future. Thank you craigslist. The best part is that according to his site he is looking for people to join his crew.
I am in the process of selling an old Apple powerbook on craigslist. It used to be that all the scams had me mailing whatever I was selling plus cash (not sure why) to some village in Africa. Well the scammers have improved their game. Now everyone wants me to send my money and goods to Georgia. Very crafty! They almost had me.
I would be the first one to call the cops if I saw some guy sucking this while walking his dog.
In my imaginary world I own stock in things that I like. My mustache has been holding steady all summer but I really came up short with my Toad the Wet Sprocket futures. Who would have thought their glory days were behind them. Thankfully my stock in butterscotch pudding is at an all time high. Not only is the general public starting to recognize that butterscotch pudding is good for your eyes but the President or some other person in power has created National Butterscotch Pudding Day. Forget the 11th, September 19th is the most important day of the month.
As the days have gone by facial hair depression has really put a strain on my relationships. Friends haven't wanted to hang out with me in months. Finally my friend Lana couldn't take it any longer, so she did some research on how to help me out. Once she realized implants would be too expensive she decided on the next best thing. She bought me son of Moustachio, the greatest facial toupee ever made.
Great Artie Lange quote from Playboy:
On another note did anyone know that Kate Beckinsale was the other girl in Brokedown Palace?
I have been neglecting my blog like a red headed stepchild for the last couple of days. It hasn't been for naught though. I am in the process of building another site that I am hoping to share with all two readers of this site very soon.
Robin Williams owes me $10.50. I just saw 'The Night Listener' and I want my money back. Like most things in my life that make no sense, I spend one day mocking the guy's lack of talent and drinking problem and the next shelling out cash to see him act in what could easily have passed for a Lifetime movie. Not that there is anything wrong with Lifetime . . . it's just the lack of Valerie Bertinelli really threw me off.
I never thought I would go to more tennis matches than baseball games in one summer, but '06 seems to be the year. Tonight I went to the JPMorgan Chase Open at the Home Depot Center in Carson, California. I finally got to see women's tennis live and it was everything I hoped it would be. Maybe I mean that in a perverted way, maybe I don't. 




It has been awhile since I shared one of my nut bag dreams. Last night I dreamt that Hugh Hefner hired my next-door neighbor (the one who got a D.U.I. in my car) and Kevin Bacon to kill me. When they showed up to do the deed, they told me to act brain damaged and there would be no need to shoot me. I guess being brain damaged is the same thing as being dead in their eyes. I did as they said and off they went. Can I now consider myself an integral part of the six degrees of Kevin Bacon game?