I think I have found the best quotation ever:

"We apologize to our customers who've been insulted by the use of this drive-through speaker."

The problem with staying up until 7:00 am is that it really fucks with your Saturday. I woke up at roughly 1:00 pm, made some fried rice, drank some coffee, and then spent 3:00 hours hemmoraging my brain on the good old Netenhoffer and listening to MC Welk on KRCL.. For example did you know Chlorine saves lives? It also does quite a number on black shirts.

Further, I was interested to see that Lucas Cranach, the Elder, has an online fan club, of sorts. That no-good wastrel Lucas Cranach, the younger, however, doesn't. You know he once took out his dad's wagon on a date with that slutty Holdsteader girl and didn't come back for 3 weeks? Kids those days.

How dare you use the word LORD to mean the lord! This page scares me. Why? Take a look at the guy. He scares you too, doesn't he? (That's from his bio, suitably named me.html.)

To clear my palate, as it were, I then had to go back to an old favorite. That will put the fear of the LORD in you.

Now since I've noticed that I'm working in my regular joke pattern (honest lead in/smart ass comment) I am going to stop this.

Oh ok, one more: A buddy of mine actually used to mess with people like this at fast food places. The incoming signal and the outgoing signal are on two different frequencies, you see, and the people inside don't necessarily hear what is going out on their system. He and another buddy actually made a movie of it all, as I recall.

Well what do you know, I broke the smartass pattern.

Not as fun, is it?

Well back to work. Ah it has been a pleasant near-month. I would have taken the rest of the weekend off, but I don't want any huge surprises on Monday. I am better at dealing with problems all by my lonesome than having people around me bugging me for other things.

Oh and if you know the how to find my super-secret work cam, you can see how a month has given me a whole new look. I feel a bit like a sitcom that has "retooled." If you really can't find my work cam, then I probably don't want you looking at me.

Told you it was a rough winter. That's probably 2 miles from my house, you know. It reminds me of the time 10 years ago when a heard of Elk hung out in my buddies backyard.

And speaking of that buddy, on one of my adventures I ran in to him. I haven't seen him for a very long time.

Coincidences are nice, eh?

This is the most wintery winter I can recall. Maybe I am noticing it more because I've had all this time off.

I think I have completely reverted back to my pre-full-time-job days. One forgets how much of one's freedom one forsakes with responsibility. Now I'm not complaining, of course, since the money does come in handy and all, and I suffer none of the anxiety about where rent money, living money etc. is going to come from, for example. In all, I suppose my assumption that this is a reversion is quite incorrect. I suppose this is what my work affords me. That's a nice way to put it. In any case, I've been very lax about writing about my adventures here, and I do apologize. I never said, however, that this is some sort of catalog of events, now did I?

I suppose I should not call it a "journal" then.

What are you supposed to shake if you're unhappy and you know it?

This time off has made me far too freaking consumerist, so in deference to the ever-wise Kendra, I feel I must do a mea culpa of sorts.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned:

I bought a new coat at the soon-to-be-out-of-business Edie Bauer down town. Now my old regular coat is getting a bit ragged, but I have others.

I bought socks that I don't need just because I don't want to waste the time doing laundry.

I have resorted to buying CD's on spec simply out of hearing them on M.C. Welk's radio show. He hasn't lead me wrong, but such silly behavior should be tempered by listening to the whole CD at Graywhale before I bought it. (By the way, take a listen to Pinback. You might like them.) I have also purchased less-than-stellar CDs by my favorties groups just to fill out a collection.

I have bought a butt load of Christmas lights just because they were on massive absolute rock bottom sale at Albertsons. (OK this one is only a pecadillo since the lights were so cheap and I regularly decorate my world, as it were, with Christmas lights.)

I have been buying snootish beer. I have tempered this by buying cheap-ass wine.

I purchased a pair of eye glasses only because they had cool magnetic snap on shades, and they made me look, as the old lady previously mentioned said, "classy."

I have been overdoing the book buying again. Now many of them are philosophical/relgious writings purchase and Sam Wellers, so I think the Lard will forgive me. If he won't, God will.

Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea culpa.

Actually buying all this junk has filled any notion of buying things for a long freaking time. My bank account thinks that is a great idea.