I haven't laughed that hard at a stupid sitcom in a long long time. The first two acts, which revolved primarily around

who i just learned is from my small hometown of Joliet, Il.

i'll be posting this in any blog i enter:



it's a little experiject.
i mean it's a proximent.
it's something i'll see the results of when it's concluded.

This is an APB for a morning cereal with slow soaking capabilities. Lately, I've grown fond of frosted mini wheats. They're a nice mixture of serious healthy man fiber and frivolous funky frosting. Mmm. But, mornings I like the best are the ones where I dick around on the intertube and eat a spoonful here and there. My problem is, when eating with this patient over time the mini wheats are rendered almost uneatable. What do you guys/gals eat in the morning time in terms of cereal? Granola is good for this. What else?

just got some good news. and at the same time i'm laughing at how stupid emotions are. one day, happy. next day, wondering. in between, meloncholy....i need to get the grip on myself that only I could possess and that means letting go.

anyway, i got good news today. and i yam yappy

do you use that phrase often?

this is how it's gonna go down

you tell me you have it
i give you my email
you email it to me
you feel good for doing a good deed.

sound good?

chunky or smooth?


personally, i think eating smooth peanut butter is like kissing your sister.

in terms of a communal kitchen;

Getting peanut butter in the jelly? or getting jelly in the peanut butter?

Quick story:
At work yesterday my phone buzzes and notice that my wife is calling. She calls me about as often as the seasons change. A dude's voice embroiled with new york accent is on the other end. The conversation:
me: Hey What's Up.
silence--
dude: Yeah hey uh, we found dis phone do you know whos it is?
me: Hello?
dude: Hey uh, do you know who da owner of dis phone iz?
me: Oh, did you find my wife's phone?
dude: I tink so. I dialeda the name "mi amore". iz dat you?
me: Well i hope it is.
(we both laughed like old friends here)
me: where'd you find the phone?
dude: you know where uh, dere buildin dat thing in the road?
(no fucking what clue what this means)
me: oh yeah? over there?
dude: yeah, just south..no east. I mean it's just west of bixby.
(silence for a second)

me: so can i get teh phone?
dude: yeah, here's my number. i'm in long beach. call me when yer closeby
(gives me his number)
me: thanks. say what's your name again?
dude: uh, Bob.
me: cool Bob i'm al.

so i get off of work and call the number when i get off the 405 in long beach.
(dials number)
girl: hola?
me: uh, is there a Bob there?
(the sound of the phone being covered up by something)
girl: no Bob here.
(then, she doesn't hang up but doesn't say anything either)
me: hello? .....hola?......Bob?
(dial tone)
hmmm

so i call the number again.
same girl answers.
me: hi, is bob there?
girl: yes, one second please.
"bob": hel-lo?
me: hey bob it's al.
(silence)
me: al, remember? you have my wife's phone?
"bob": oh yeah, sure. you're gonna wanna..(he gives me directions) then pull into the Chevron and my daughter will come and meet you.
(ok?)
me: ok.

i call. the daughter answers. minute later she's walking towards me.
we meet. she hands me the phone. her chihuahua tries to bite my toes. i say "tell yer dad thank you, please. my wife was tearing the house apart."
then she asks "so is there some kinda reward for this?"

me: uh. doesn't it feel good to help someone out? just by doing what's right, doesn't that sorta lift you up inside and bring about a warm feeling?
( i didn't say that. i went to my truck still confused about what was happening, and grabbed 10 dollars and gave it to her and left. )

so i'm of two minds:
1) she thought i was rich or something or just in general doesn't think doing a good deed is worth the deed itself.

2)i got shaken down.

i'd prefer to think i got shookdown.

i'm doing some brainstorming and i want to also do some crowdsourcing. i have no idea what crowdsourcing is, so let's brainstorm. here's the subject, and the subject will change from time to time, but here's the first subject : A guy who slacks.

first word that enters your mind, go.


and, thank you.