Wednesday, October 25, 2006

The raise

So I used to work for the guy you see in the picture above. It was a gardening supply outfit and was pretty busy. When I started there it was managed by this guys brother. He was a great guy and I liked working for him but I was there for over a year and he never increased my salary. Sadly he was taken with a sudden illness and had to take some time off. That's when this bastard took over. He was a real jerk and we all hated him. But after only two weeks he gave us all a boost in pay. Some of the other guys thought that it would have been nicer coming from the manager we all liked. I didn't care one way or the other, you know the old saying: a raise by any other gnome would smell as sweet.

Please steal this picture and use it on your blog as you see fit. But let me know so I can report to the creator of the pic. See dizgraceland link to the right for details.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

New Cat

Thursday, September 28, 2006


The truth is that it is not important whether you win or lose, or even if you play at all.

The only thing that's important is that you have a huge freak'n TV so you can watch the game.

Like me and the Bishop here (he's a huge Cardinals fan).

Friday, February 03, 2006

In the before time

Hey, look who it is. Everyones favorite absentee blogger, Lights in the Wake. This picture was taken while I was attending Salisbury State College on Maryland's Eastern Shore roughly 20 years ago. I have no particular reason for posting this today except that I am tired of looking at the words "Semi Retirement" every time I go to my blog to start my blog rounds.

Pay no attention to the collection of stuffed animals in the background. This picture was taken in the room of my friends Laura and Kris and I presume that the animals belong to one of them.


Wednesday, January 04, 2006


Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and children of all ages: It is with a mixture of regret and relief that I must announce my semi-retirement from blogging. You may have noticed my absence from the blog community during the last couple weeks. I have been contemplating whether I enjoy blogging or not. I have reached the following conclusions:

I absolutely love being part of this little community and I don't want to give it up.

I seriously dislike maintaining a blog. Mostly.

I have done some work of which I am moderately proud so I know that I can produce some entertaining content. I can not, however, produce material I am happy to publish on a consistent basis. So I find myself experiencing much more anxiety than pleasure from blogging.

So here's what I've decided to do. I am leaving this site up. But I will not be updating very often. I will be visiting the blogs of all my favorite people pretty much the same as always and, of course, I will be leaving plenty of comments.

I would like to flatter myself by thinking that this may be disappointing to some and if that is the case please know that I sincerely appreciate the sentiment.

So, to Tim-Elvis, my first and best blog pal. To Teri, you naughty, naughty girl. To THE Michael, my grumpy but lovable Florida connection. To Thoughtmaster, my horrible, evil, and cruel ex-wife/close personal friend. And, of course, to Shandi, my closest friend and confidant.

I love you all, I hope you understand.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Not in the mood

My parents are visiting and cleaning, repairing, and altering pretty much everything in my house. On one hand I am grateful that these things are being done. On the other hand they are things I don't really care all that much about. Which is why they haven't been done already. On the third hand it makes me feel kind of irresponsible and childish to have my parents doing this stuff. But there's no stopping them without hurting their feelings so I just have to suck it up and let 'em go at it.

Also today my friend Mike had what has been described as a severe breakdown and has been admitted to a psychiatric facility for observation. This is the kind of place where they take away your shoelaces so you don't kill yourself. He's had a lot of bad stuff happen in his life in the last 3 years so I suppose that a little meltdown is not surprising.

Anyway, I am not in the mood to post anything. Except this, of course.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Say, are you trying to tell me something?

The other day I got a letter from my mother containing a couple hundred bucks and a note saying that she thought it would be nice for me to have my house professionally cleaned. Now, my mother can be pretty subtle so there's probably some kind of message here. I can't see it though, I think that she really thought I would enjoy receiving this service. The fact that my parents are coming out here for Christmas is purely coincidental I am sure.

No matter, the fact is that I am happy to have it done. As some of my friends will probably confirm in the comments section, I have a more tolerant view of when something absolutely NEEDS to be cleaned than most. Oh well, it's not like I have lots of visitors. Of course, it may be that I don't have a lot of visitors because my house is messy. Chicken or the egg, I guess.