I was wondering today, what every happened to those videos that the marketing department made? You know the ones, that they showed at the annual awards thing? Yeah, those. Anthony, why aren’t they on youtube? That was some quality stuff. But I digress.
Here’s something that will make anyone who’s stayed with me or lived here or worked on a house project with me jump with glee. I bought my topsiders in Santa Barbara. I lived there between 1980 and 1984. I bought my topsiders in Santa Barbara when I lived there.
Play the drum slowly.
I have walked countless dogs, gone to countless beaches, snuck down to a myriad of corner stores, changes innumerable light bulbs, painted a few houses, watched years of football, cleaned endless floors and now, play the drum slowly. Go softly into the night my good friends. I’ll miss you.
Why you don’t want to piss of a blogger.
Because we’ll post something like this on the internet. That was such a no brainer.
A reminder to all the folks who worked for Alliance Title Company on December 12, 2007, send your stuff into the Labor Commissioner. They’re serious and you should be too. Ping me if you need the address again, although I think it’s in the comments here somewhere. They need to see that your checks came from Mercury Companies, not Alliance Title Company, and that your W2 says Mercury Companies. (which it does)
Speaking of the Patty Hauptman, (if I don’t use her name liberally people can’t find my useless drivel in the search engines) Did you know that Patty and Jerry belong to POPA? Oh Hell, let me quote Groucho, “I wouldn’t want to belong to a club that would have me as a member”…or Patty Hauptman. What’s POPA you ask? The Pilatus Owners and Pilots Association. Think she’ll use the private jet to show up to the hearing on Thursday? Yeah, I know, she ain’t showing. I’m guessing John Harritt isn’t buzzing around in that thing anymore either. Commercial sucks eh Johnny?
The big problem with Easter is these.
Yeah, that’s a giant pile of Cadbury mini-eggs. Approximately the same amount that I shoveled into my face this afternoon. Tomorrow one of my co-workers will remove the arms from my chair so I can get my ass into it. The person who bought them and put them out is Satan.
I took the dogs for a walk tonight when I got home, because my lungs are still FUBAR and running is out of the question. After falling into the Cadbury mini-egg trough I thought a nice walk to Sacramento would probably be in order. I settled for three miles. We passed our vet on the walk so I decided to have Rita weighed. They were very cool about it, except the damned dog has lost weight! So this weekend I’ve asked the old man to help and prepare about 30 cups of high calorie homemade supplement for her. It will have organ meat, macaroni and cheese, eggs, molasses, oats and if the old man’s lucky, I’ll find some tripe and mackerel. OK, Rita will be lucky, not the old man. She’s going on puppy food this weekend, cheaper stuff than what she’s been getting, probably the Chicken Soup puppy food and a good amount of my secret formula for a snack.