I don’t feel like it today. Not that I have been compelled to do it recently, because if I had felt that way, then I would have done it and not just let it sit there for a month… slowly festering and dying out as my legions of followers wait and wonder and hope that eventually someday I might do something productive, who’s lack of productivity here can only lead one to believe that he has been productive elsewhere in more important places like work and home and not here on the internet. I don’t understand the point fully of blogging because it seems that the most prolific bloggers have the least they should be in life, for example, P. Hilton, the guy one, not the girl one… world famous because he’s basically the stalker of starts, whereas all I am is a stalker of nonsense which makes me fairly sad because this is making way to much sense to be nonsense. I suppose that’s the reason I didn’t want to do it today, or lately. My brain is way too sane and logical to be exploring the nonsense in the ways it should be explored. Now I still have a minute left, and I am more engulfed in the music I am listening to then the words I am typing, all of this because there are other things I don’t want to be listening to right now. Besides, headphones plus typing equals everybody thinks I am way involved in something.

There’s only so much that could be said about slacking. And that’s only because if you’ve said too much you aren’t really slacking, or you are bitter that you are picking up the work load for somebody who is slacking and that just implies that you are working too hard and not enjoying life. Not that a slacker enjoys life, he could just be being lazy, which is probably the case, but when you are formerly protesting against the man and against the establishment with your uneventful day, it’s almost like a sit in that Gandhi or King would have been proud of. “Hell No I won’t work.” Because it’s all about peace and harmony and treating people like people in the end, isn’t it? Because that’s exactly why I have these little blogs and logs is to kill the parts of my brain that otherwise would care about working at this place… Now I’m just getting bitter and I better watch myself before I start complaining about people who are slacking. That just wouldn’t be apropos. Why does apropos have an ‘s’ at the end? Not that I really care, but MS Word just corrected me… after I corrected myself, because I started typing it with the trailing ‘s’ and thought, is it plural or possessive?

The real beauty here is that I don’t know what I’m going to write. Although, I did know that I was going to write that first line. I knew exactly how I was going to type it. I guessed at which parts where going to be typos. I even knew how long it would take to formulate that thought. Why? Because I thought about it. I thought about thought, which in itself is an interesting thought on it’s own. It’s like having a dream to one day have a dream… thinking about having a thought, and then writing about that. In effect, you, stranger, are thinking about me thinking about thinking, and if that isn’t the vaguest thing I have ever heard of, then I have obviously not thought vaguely enough. So, this is the half way point. For all of you in to math who want to figure out exactly how fast I can type, feel free to count the words and divide that by two and a half minutes, because knowing things like that is helpful in such contest as “Obscure things you might read on one’s blog on the internet Trivia night” at your local pub, bar, or place where they play trivia, like the set of Jeopardy! Although I think it would be highly unlikely for you to use this tidbit on Jeopardy! It is always better to be prepared, like that Ken guy was when he won all those games in a row. I am certain that he knew how fast I typed.

The experiment was an utter failure. Not udder, like on the underside of a cow, but utter, like all but the first letter of gutter. I know this because in my head I would say “Gee, utter failure. Gee, utter failure.” And then it dawned on me, I will not have a gutter failure unless a major event happens that causes specific harm to my gutter. I mean, you wouldn’t notice anything special about them. They are white. They line my house. Rain doesn’t drip on you, unless, of course, it’s raining, and even then, is it considered dripping? I know they are drops. People often call them drops. It has been said that some even sort of make this portmanteau of the two words, “raindrop”. Granted, I’ve only really read that archaic term in the folk songs about rain drops falling on somebody’s head… and I know it was out dated and misused when I heard it, because it was playing during this old western movie about a guy named Butch and with him as usual, Sundance. The song was playing while the sun was dancing, but “Sundance” wasn’t involved in the scene. It was Butch. Butch on a bicycle. Butch on a bicycle with Sundance’s woman. No rain to be found. But they did eventually fall off the bicycle, which might be termed in some circles as “dropping” to the ground, if you subscribe to such things. I don’t remember her name. Maybe it was Rain. I’ve heard of people named Rain. Or Rainne, or however that guy from that TV show spells his name. So, in that case, “Rain Drops” could have been symbolic of the girl falling off the bicycle and on to Butch’s head. Though, to be honest, I don’t think she fell on his head, nor do I think her name had anything to do with any type of precipitation. I’m having a hard time placing her name. Ita come to me. But not before I tell you why the experiment was a failure. Because horoscopes are vague. And I don’t like ambiguity

Yesterday was fun. It was serious fun. Not that laugh out loud type, but a great day. Why? It started with a video posted by a friend (YouTube nee Facebook)

And the conversations that ensued.

Trying something new:

Recipe:

2 palm sized sirloin steaks
6 mini potato things
6 stalks of asparagus, cut in to half. Not the long way, that'd be difficult.
1 handful of snow peas
2 hands full of fresh spinich
1 red pepper. sliced and diced
5 stalks of long beans, cut in to 2 inch pieces
10 slices of cucumbers, halved
Other random veggies in your fridge.
Head of Iceberg Lettuce

Tools:
Wok
Bamboo Steamer

Procedure:
Fill Wok with water. heat water. Place Bamboo Steamer on top of wok.

1. Take the 2 palm sized sirloin steaks and apply steak rub, pepper, or whatever you have that you general like to put on your steak before cooking. Rub that stuff in to it. Or not. Your call. Place your seasoned (or unseasoned) steaks on to pieces of Iceberg lettuce and, in turn, place those in to the steamer. The order is not important. You can put the lettuce in the steamer. the steak on the lettuce. So long as the order is Stove. Wok. Steamer. Lettuce. Steak. You're good. So as to save time, you'll pretty much follow this steamer to leafy green formula through out the recipe.

2. Quarter the mini spuds. Place mini spuds on lettuce next to steak. Butter them. Parsley them. Garlic them.

3. Place second level of steamer on the first level. Make a bed of spinich. add all the other veggies.

4. Steam process should be about 20 minutes (from the time you put the steak down). But adjust to your taste.

5. Serve. Add some type of light balsamic vinegerette type of dressing to the assorted veggies.

6. Eat.

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Every now and then, we all get the urge to try something new, to boldly go where we've never gone before. It's your turn to have that urge right now. Your sign is nothing if not action-oriented, a fact that's not immediately obvious because of the charming way you go about taking those actions. Right now, though, you'll be willing to pull out all the stops to have some fun -- some serious, unusual fun -- and you won't care who sees you get the ball rolling.

Source: Yahoo

Ya, last week I was a bit moody and didn't feel like playing the games. I actually worked a lot, but didn't feel like blogging, so there!

But if you want, I can say this; My horoscope said don't be social for a week... so I took it off, so there!

But I'm back. Hey, have you checked out Zomedy.com?

Freaky Friday. I should have known this superstition trumps the others... Weird things happen on Freaky Friday the 13th...

Needless to say, things weren't perfect. I'm not sad or heartbroken. Hell, I was barely vested, so I only got back a portion of the stock the company matched :)

Friday, I'm in love - Love Horoscope

-- The Moon in your sociable sign puts you in a very favorable light on Thursday and Friday. Go out and get noticed, even if you're not looking for anything serious. The rest of the weekend has a more contemplative tone as you carefully measure what you're giving for what you receive. A change in how and what you share with a loved one can put your relationship on a more equal footing.

Source: AOL

This was a cool family day, although no gathering happen...
...my bro got home from his first real vacation. My sis asked to schedule a massage...

Did I make new friends? No, not really... I'm having a budding professional relationship with my witch doctor. I'm helping my hair cutter friend pimp herself better. both happen yesterday... does that count?

Thursday - November 12th
Family gatherings will be favorable. Even your least favorite relative will seek your attention. Your personality is working in overdrive, so this would be a perfect time to make new friends. Be careful not to overindulge at these social events or your health will suffer. Those with allergies should be extra vigilant, as your nose and lungs are susceptible to illness.

Source: Yahoo!

This is a weekly horoscope, but I like the idea of Chess Boxing.

Fortunately, everything has been rather calm and collected lately... nothing to fight about, work is falling in line just fine... haven't had to spar with the friends of family lately either... so, fun game, yes... but no reason to treat it otherwise

Free Will Wednesday

Have you heard about the new sport of chess boxing? Two competitors play chess for four minutes, then put on boxing gloves and try to punch each other for three minutes; they continue this rhythm for up to 11 rounds. I suspect you'll soon be asked to meet a similar challenge, going back and forth between two contrasting modes. If you treat this challenge as a fun game rather than a crazy-making exertion, you'll do fine.

Source: Freewillastrology.com