Depressing Stuff

A few people, who are important to me, believe that I expect too much of them. They're wrong. I have no expectations at all. Just hopes.

Humor: why men die before their wives

My friend Bill sent me a list of old two-liners recently.  You know the ones, the first part is a question, the second part is the answer. Anyway, there were over a dozen of them, and they were all the kind of thing guaranteed to make some women yell chauvinist pig! Everyone has heard them before, so I won't repeat them here, except one:

Some thoughts on tattoos

I sometimes entertain myself by looking at stranger's profiles on MySpace™. The same sort of thing one does when commuting on a crowded bus. You look around, wonder about why people put on the public faces they do, hypothesize about what they're really like. It's just a game. Since I've retired, I don't ride buses and trains very much, anymore, and mission-shopping at grocery and department stores doesn't provide as many opportunities for that kind of entertainment.

Invasion

This is a highly political rant. If that kind of thing offends you, you might want to skip this one and read something else.

Last night started an exchange of emails with my youngest sibling, and I'm not sure it's done yet. Nonetheless, it brought together in my mind a few ideas and factlets, like pieces of a puzzle, and a picture began to take a shape that worries me. I haven't discussed this new picture with anyone yet, and I thought I'd like to get it out to those of you who might want to take potshots at it.

Just stuff

Yesterday was different. My Honey has been wanting to go to the High Museum for months. There were three exhibits there that she really wanted to see, and one was about to close.

Happy New Year

Well, it's just past midnight, and once again my Honey and I watched Dick Clark ring in a New Year. It would almost be comical, if it weren't so tragic to see him struggling just to speak a complete sentence.

The best part of doing this is that I get to kiss my Honey right at the stroke of midnight.  Of course, by then, I'm too sleepy for anything more complicated.

Anyway, no major new resolutions for me.  I'll continue to work on my health and fitness, keep on looking for my cruising boat, keep trying to remember to show those I love that I still do.

For now though, I'll swallow the last of my egg nog, and head for bed.

Feliz Navidad...

... and before you ask, no, I am not Hispanic, and yes, I call myself Christian. Some may wonder how I reconcile my lifestyle choices, philosophies, and religious convictions. Believe me, the inconsistencies exist only in the mind of the questioner.