Wherin They Kinda Creep Me Out

It's unfortunate that I remain uninspired by any of the would be Presidential candidates. We're scraping the bottom of the barrel here folks in terms of contenders if you ask me. Now Ralph Nader has thrown his hat into the ring. O-oooo, so scary. He's so electable! *sarcasm* What really strike me as odd is that all of these candidates combined remind me of the Addams Family. Just look at 'em:

We got Hillary "Morticia" Clinton; John "Uncle Fester" Mc Cain; Barack "Lurch" Obama and Mike "Gomez" Huckabee. Not Shown: Ron "Cousin It" Paul and Ralph "Thing" Nader. C'mon everyone, Sing with me:

They're creepy and they're kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They're all together ooky,
The 0-8 Presidential candidates.

Seriously folks do any of the candidates inspire you?

Does our country really want a candidate that cries when things don't go her way? That just does not come across a strong does it? Can you just imagine that in negotiations with another country or a group of terrorists...things don't go your way so you cry about how "hard it is".

Do we really want a candidate that has no real governing experience whose campaign stops closely resemble a Jim Jones convention? The only thing missing is the Kool-aid.

Do we really want a war-hero candidate? Sure he survived the Hanoi Hilton, more power to him, but he's a so called Independent In other words someone who sticks his finger into the wind before making a decision, a fence sitter with no real core convictions

Do we really want a self proclaimed "Evangelical" candidate? Sure he plays the guitar real good and has some personality but when someone talks about changing the U.S. constititution so that it conforms to his view of the Bible, be wary. Any time someone says they want to change the U.S. Constitution you should run away from him very-very quickly.

This is indeed a strange batch of contenders. Is it a reflection of how poor politics in the USA is in general or is it the publics distaste of politics and politicians as a whole, being just sick and tired of it, that has given us this cesspool of candidates?

This whole campaign process so far, the road to the first 1-billion dollar President, is just plain sad, uninspiring and pathetic.

Wherin I participate in some lunacy

February 20th was the last total Lunar Eclipse that will be seen in North America until December 2010. In case you missed it Wednesday night because of clouds, you didn't know about it or what have you, you missed a great show.

I was fortunate enough to have clear skies for most of the event which I watched entirely outdoors.

Even though it was less than 10 degrees outside and even though I was soaking wet, I was warm, comfortable and cozy. Nothing quite like a 102 degree outdoor hot tub on a bone chilling winter night!

Whilst soaking in said hot tub, sipping a beer and watching the total lunar eclipse I snapped a series of photos that I have composed into one frame showing the full moon being overshadowed by the earths, well, shadow, which I present here for your enjoyment:

Cheers all!

Wherin I'm busy and complain about SBD's

Hectic. If one word describes work and home life lately, that's the word. (for those of you vocabulary challenged hectic = busy)

Busy is good though. To a degree. When thoughts about work keep your mind so busy that you don't sleep so well...yeah, that's not so good. I have been told that insanity is hereditary and that parents inherit it from their children. We inherit it from work too me thinks.

In reality some of my best solutions to problems come to me as I lay half asleep in bed. You get those epiphany moments and your like '"Duh!, Why didn't I think of that to begin with" The problem is that then you're really screwed and your so excited to try the solution that you really can't sleep...you toss, you turn til you finally reach a point where you say "to hell with it any-way!", and you get your butt outta bed and just go into work and get 'er done, work the whole day, plus overtime, only to go home and do it all over again.

It has it's rewards. I'm not sure what they are yet but at least that's what I'm told. Sure, there's personal satisfaction in getting a job done but patting yourself on the back is not nearly as satisfying as accolades from your employer. It's kinda like sex. Sure, you can get yourself excited, and plenty of people do, but it's a hell of alot more fun and exciting when shared and doing it with someone else!

Speaking of others, I have a question for you ladies out there...

Why is it that when a man farts in bed, under the blankets, you get so bent outta shape? You get all upset, kick us, hit us, make us feel, well, just plain bad.

I guess what I can't figure out is, is that you ladies also do it. Fart in bed ... except you do the SBD farts. (Silent But Deadly) When that occurs, when you do an SBD and don't tell me you don't cause you know you do, inevitably what happens is us guys go to adjust the blankets, you know, to take back what's ours to begin with, and, while adjusting said blankets you know exactly what happens don't you? ... Yes. Of course. You know ... that little 'poof' of air that comes out from under them blankets, right in our face, effectively gassing us. We're left gasping and choking on the fumes thus expelled. Then you ladies have the nerve to smirk and chuckle about it, like you're doing right now.... and, lastly, you attempt to act all innocent as if nothing happend. Yeah. Right. No guilt there at all. And, of course, you don't snore either.

Can't us guys, at the very least, get a little warning from you?

How about some courtesy on your part?

At least when us guys are farting in bed we don't make any covert attempts to silence it and cover it up. You see, in that way we are doing you a favor by giving you fair audible warning. You know what it is? In reality it's a act of love on our part, giving fair warning. Oh, The things we men do for the women we love.

I think I'll have bean soup tonight. I Love my wife alot!

Wherin Life imitates art

Remember that old joke about a kid handing in a blank sheet of papaer as art work to his teacher? The art teache asks him "What's this?" to which the student replies "It's a Polar Bear in a snow strom." Last Wednesday, on the morning commute...that's kinda what I felt like:

Sorry for the slight blur....hard to take a photo in between white-outs while your driving on glare ice roads...not to mention a tad bit un-safe...ah, the sacrifices I'm willing to make for you folks. I think this could have almost officially been called the blizzard of 08?? It was 5 degrees on the 'ol thermometer that morning...windchill - 20 or so. Fun shit to drive through lemme tell ya.

Tonight they are calling for rain...even thundershowers possibly...whats up with that? And tomorrow in the mid 40's? That 'ol phrase of "If you don't like the weather in Michigan, wait 5 minutes it'll change" really rings true!