Sunday, February 24, 2008
smile....
okay, so i'm a smiler....people think i'm always happy. they tell me all the time, 'you're always SO happy. it's the way my face is made. i can't help it. i suppose that deep down, in some sort of odd way i am always happy. what the heck is there to not be happy about? i don't live in poverty thanks to excellent genes. i am built well, never had a 'fat' problem. i'm smart. i'm not ugly (with the exception of thinish hair, and age catching up). i'm alive! i'm relatively healthy for a smoker of 30 some-odd years. i have great friends, and a fabulous family. okay, so maybe i do have a real reason to be smiling, and maybe it isn't just a function of my facial muscles. the great thing about being a smiler is it makes other people smile. rarely do i pass someone who doesn't smile back. even if they're frowning when they approach me, they smile when they look into my face. i love it.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Awakening in a different location
Say good-bye, my man....I'll miss you terribly when i ride my bike to Hains Point.
When i arrived in DC 13 years ago i saw a postcard of you and knew i just had to see you. It took a few years to actually find ya 'Charlie', as you're lovingly called around DC, but once i did, i went to see you often. I have taken pictures of you in the fall, the winter, the spring, and during the hottest days of summer. I always found you irresistable, no matter how many kids were climbing on your head, your hand, your foot or your arm.
Your new home will have you basking in the limelight of new surroundings, but the folks who've visited you at Hains Point over the last 28 years will sorely miss you. May your new surroundings bring you happiness and folks who will appreciate you as much as i have. Farewell, my man.
When i arrived in DC 13 years ago i saw a postcard of you and knew i just had to see you. It took a few years to actually find ya 'Charlie', as you're lovingly called around DC, but once i did, i went to see you often. I have taken pictures of you in the fall, the winter, the spring, and during the hottest days of summer. I always found you irresistable, no matter how many kids were climbing on your head, your hand, your foot or your arm.
Your new home will have you basking in the limelight of new surroundings, but the folks who've visited you at Hains Point over the last 28 years will sorely miss you. May your new surroundings bring you happiness and folks who will appreciate you as much as i have. Farewell, my man.
DRIVERS!!!
ACHH!! I get sooooo irritated driving through the city, I am eventually going to require a new horn! My daughter keeps telling me i'm going to be shot! (that's why i stay out of southeast and northeast)
I left work at 4:15 today. I live 7 miles (not quite) from work. It took me an hour to get home. On a good day i can make the drive in 20 minutes, okay, maybe 25 minutes.
The worst are the cabbies! OMG...they turn in front of me, rarely use their blinker, slink along the road cruising for fares, talk on their cell phones (illegal in DC), change lanes without EVER looking, stop right in front of me for a fare, and just collectively irritate the living shit outta me! I drive through the 9th street tunnel every night...cabbies should be shot in there! Granted they're not the only ones in the tunnel i could kill, but they're the worst offenders for staying in the middle lane (there are 3) knowing full well they are taking either the Virginia or Maryland exits (right or left lanes, which are always backed up). But NO they STAY in the middle lane WAY down the tunnel until suddenly they decide to STOP, turn their blinker on and sit in the road waiting for some sucker to let them in! I am really shocked that there aren't daily accidents in there...there would be if this didn't happen so frequently that people EXPECT these assholes to do the same thing every single day! Now and then you get a new guy in the tunnel that doesn't know which lane to be in. Instead of starting in the middle lane, these assholes will start in the left or right lane, only to find out they SHOULD be in the lane across the tunnel, and make a mad dash across the traffic to the MIDDLE lane, and wait for some nice guy to let them in...I have seen cops get really pissed off at all these assholes, and turn their sirens on just to make them move along. The deal is this...they CAN go to the end of the tunnel and take another way back around to 395, which is the highway to Maryland (left lane) and Virginia (right lane) if they're so stupid to be in the middle or wrong lane in the first place!
I know...get a grip! Chill...take a different route home. WHAT? and not enjoy all this frustration? you gotta be kidding!
I left work at 4:15 today. I live 7 miles (not quite) from work. It took me an hour to get home. On a good day i can make the drive in 20 minutes, okay, maybe 25 minutes.
The worst are the cabbies! OMG...they turn in front of me, rarely use their blinker, slink along the road cruising for fares, talk on their cell phones (illegal in DC), change lanes without EVER looking, stop right in front of me for a fare, and just collectively irritate the living shit outta me! I drive through the 9th street tunnel every night...cabbies should be shot in there! Granted they're not the only ones in the tunnel i could kill, but they're the worst offenders for staying in the middle lane (there are 3) knowing full well they are taking either the Virginia or Maryland exits (right or left lanes, which are always backed up). But NO they STAY in the middle lane WAY down the tunnel until suddenly they decide to STOP, turn their blinker on and sit in the road waiting for some sucker to let them in! I am really shocked that there aren't daily accidents in there...there would be if this didn't happen so frequently that people EXPECT these assholes to do the same thing every single day! Now and then you get a new guy in the tunnel that doesn't know which lane to be in. Instead of starting in the middle lane, these assholes will start in the left or right lane, only to find out they SHOULD be in the lane across the tunnel, and make a mad dash across the traffic to the MIDDLE lane, and wait for some nice guy to let them in...I have seen cops get really pissed off at all these assholes, and turn their sirens on just to make them move along. The deal is this...they CAN go to the end of the tunnel and take another way back around to 395, which is the highway to Maryland (left lane) and Virginia (right lane) if they're so stupid to be in the middle or wrong lane in the first place!
I know...get a grip! Chill...take a different route home. WHAT? and not enjoy all this frustration? you gotta be kidding!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
guitar hero....
Okay, so at the bottom of my blog, which isn't very long yet...you are now able to view Rush' YYZ played on guitar hero by this guy who must be extremely dextrous. (i couldn't figure out how to get rid of the other three youtube things, and sometimes other youtube things show up so just ignore them. playing yyz is the guy in the red shirt and he'll eventually return.)
Over the holidays some of us in the family got hooked on guitar hero (some more than others)and now everytime i visit my daughter i HAVE TO play guitar hero! it's crazy, i know...and i never really even liked hard rock! now i have my radio tuned to DC 101 on my way home from work just so i can listen to rock songs. the crazy thing is, i play the steering wheel...you'll only understand this if you have seen or played guitar hero. i feel like an old head banger! (hmmm, that's probably what i am, eh?)
Over the holidays some of us in the family got hooked on guitar hero (some more than others)and now everytime i visit my daughter i HAVE TO play guitar hero! it's crazy, i know...and i never really even liked hard rock! now i have my radio tuned to DC 101 on my way home from work just so i can listen to rock songs. the crazy thing is, i play the steering wheel...you'll only understand this if you have seen or played guitar hero. i feel like an old head banger! (hmmm, that's probably what i am, eh?)
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