Last year we had the Save the Ta-Ta’s campaign, and this year we have Save 2nd Base.
A little silly? Yes. Pushing the envelope? Definitely.
Still, a very important message. Check yourself out, my friends.
fun
Getting Ready for NaNoWriMo!
If you don’t know anything about it, go to the National Novel Writing Month website (and it would be cool if you donated, too). For 30 days in November, crazy people like me race to write 50,000 words before midnight on the 30th.
A regular sized novella is just 50k words. If you’ve ever wanted to write a novel, and you know you have, then the time to make up excuses is gone. This contest pits you against the clock, and challenges you with the tiniest little attainable goal: 1,667 words a day. For 30 days.
Piece of cake.
You can see my word progress on the widget in my sidebar, and you can see my daily writing posted in the NaNoWriMo tab at the top of this blog.
Join me by playing along or reading along. Either way, it will be an adventure.
Who knew?
am I the only one that thinks the election has passed ugly and is entering a new and detestable phase?
Yeah, I thought so. I keep expecting one of those guys to blurt out, “Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!”
Still, there’s the random nugget that amuses. I love my peeps in Miami.
voyeur me…I soooo love to people watch
It is especially entertaining as I drive home in the afternoon. You know, peeking into other people’s cars, checking out the oddities at the bus stop.
I drive through several different kinds of neighborhoods — some seem to have sprung up and others seem to be the ones that are designed as developments. Can you believe there are some regulars that I see? I never thought I was that observant, but today I recognized one of the guys who works very hard at keeping his driveway and front yard neat and clean–a daunting task when you consider that he now lives in front of a high density traffic area and most of the houses are getting zoned for business. Anyway, he persists, and you gotta admire that.
That, and he has a booming Obama t-shirt business in his driveway. I wonder how long it’ll be before someone shuts him down for some violation or other. You’ve gotta love that irony.
My favorite observation was at a bar that was just renovated and the parking was repaved. An old dude in a tuxedo was blowing the leaves and pine straw away from the door and off the parking area. It was hysterical. He’d blow the leaves in a pile, and when he turned around the wind kicked up and blew them back. It was like watching Sisyphus struggling with his eternal damnation.
I hope he got his task done before they opened.
my vast cultural void
I was born in the wrong decade.
I have a soft spot for the 1940’s, 50’s and very early 60’s. If I could afford it, and look like a Chanel model, I’d dress like Jackie Kennedy before she added Onassis to her name.
One of my favorite scenes from the movies of that era is the cocktail party. Who has cocktail parties? I didn’t think they existed outside the movies.
In a related thought, meeting someone for cocktails elicits the same funny response from me. In my world, I’d meet someone for coffee, or even for drinks, but I don’t think I’d ever use the term cocktail.
So when a colleague said she was meeting her husband for cocktails at six, my ears perked up and I asked her where she was going. Silly me, I just thought she used the term to mean she was going to Happy Hour at a local bar.
No.
She said that no matter what is going on in their day, the family meets at six for cocktails. They drink things like Manhattans. That they make at home!
I am astounded. And clearly living in a cultural void.
my dad sent this to me; yes he of the multitude of forwards
I had to share. I mean, really, food for thought:
I’m against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG.
Instead, I’m in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in
a We Deserve It Dividend.
To make the math simple, let’s assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+. Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..
So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billon that equals $425,000.00.
My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a We Deserve It Dividend.
Of course, it would NOT be tax free. So let’s assume a tax rate of 30%. Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam.
But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket. A husband and wife has $595,000.00.
What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?
- Pay off your mortgage – housing crisis solved.
- Repay college loans – what a great boost to new grads
- Put away money for college – it’ll be there
- Save in a bank – create money to loan to entrepreneurs.
- Buy a new car – create jobs
- Invest in the market – capital drives growth
- Pay for your parent’s medical insurance – health care improves
- Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean – or else
Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed
Forces.
If we’re going to re-distribute wealth let’s really do it…instead oftrickling out a puny $1000.00 ( “vote buy” ) economic incentive that is being proposed by one of our candidates for President.
If we’re going to do an $85 billion bailout, let’s bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+!
As for AIG – liquidate it.
Sell off its parts.
Let American General go back to being American General.
Sell off the real estate.
Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up.
Here’s my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn’t.
Sure it’s a crazy idea that can “never work.” But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!
How do you spell Economic Boom?
I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion We Deserve It Dividend more than I do the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC.
And remember, The Birk plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5 Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam.
Ahhh…I feel so much better getting that off my chest.
Birk
T. J. Birkenmeier, A Creative Guy & Citizen of the Republic
It’s National Puntuation Day
Did you notice that I used the apostrophe correctly? We don’t need to discuss my use of the adverb until National Grammar Day on March 4th.
Anyway, I’m tickled by this picture encouraging readers to get the “offical meat loaf” of National Punctuation Day. There’s a recipe. I think I’ll pass.
proof that cats are sneaky
Today was National Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Ahoy, me mateys, didya remember to talk like a pirate today?
I did, and got dressed up, too. Chris Humphries has demanded pictures as proof. What he doesn’t know, that Linda knows vry well, is that I don’t need a whole lotta prompting to do goofy stuff.
another cup of coffee 