Friday, May 30, 2003

MARK-THE-WALKING-SNOT-FACTORY UPDATE

Can't taste a dang thing today, although I really don't feel sick. Today I ate a bowl of chili overdosed with Tabasco--couldn't taste it. For dinner, enchiladas verdes, hold the sour cream. Couldn't taste it at all. But for some reason, my mouth feels like it's about to blister.

The Friday Five is really good this week, but I just got back from Milwaukee, in the middle of a downpour, and I haven't the mental stamina to attack it tonight. I'll try it tomorrow--but we're also putting up a swingset tomorrow, so we'll see . . .

Thursday, May 29, 2003

CONFESSION IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL

General Motors is about to embark on a new ad campaign with a refreshing twist: the company is admitting it built some crummy cars in the 80s and early 90s.

A startling fact from the story: four out of ten new-car buyers admit that they would not even consider buying a GM car. They've probably owned some of GM's 1980s efforts. For my part, I've had 8 GM cars of 80s vintage, and, while a couple were good, for the most part, they were pretty much biodegradable. I applaud GM's action; maybe they can get that number from 4/10 down to, say, 3.6/10. Time will tell . . .

(Thanx and a Tip O' the Hat to Kurt Rasmussen for the link.)
STATUS UPDATE

I am alive, and, for a change, blogspot seems to be working OK. But I am still incapacitated by this crazy sinus infection, which will not be mollified by any drugs currently in the house. About all I can do is blow my nose every 33 seconds and try to stay horizontal, on my back.

But I know you all like content, so let me just say that if Mike Tyson were any dumber, he'd have to be watered twice a week.

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

SINUS UP FOR HELP, PLEASE

A major outbreak of sinus infections is currently plaguing my house. Mostly me. My throat feels like I've been gargling Drano. Excuse the light blogging, but it's hard to be profound when you can't concentrate on any one thing for more than five seconds at a time.

SOON AND VERY SOON

straw.camel's-back.broken

Look for The Bemusement Park to relocate to a new address soon. Real soon. Nothing against my present host--they're free, after all--but it just isn't working, not at all. Details to be posted here as soon as they are known.

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

CLAMATO UPDATE

Whilst surfing the official Clamato website I came across these frightening and confusing sentences:
This spicy new drink created an entire new category in blended juices called Seafood Blends.

The brand is the undisputed market leader in the Seafood Blend category, with leading share in every region.

What, you mean there's other seafood-and-juice blends? Be still my pulsating gorge. The only thing more troubling than the thought of Clamato is the thought of off-brand Clamato.

ANOTHER THING ADDED TO MY HATE LIST

Junebugs. Wow, do I hate junebugs.

BACK TO LIFE, BACK TO REALITY

The office renovation project es muy finito. Actually, the only thing left to do is the one thing nobody on the Property Committee wanted to touch, which is rewiring the office so that I can just turn on the light in my office instead of having to light up the entire west side of the church should I need additional light. It looks great inside the office; I don't know what I was thinking before by saying it didn't need to be worked on. The WWII-vintage floor tiles had ruts so deep they'd catch a chair roller; the walls had cracks big enough to stick papers into; and the paint was a pale yellow-brown that made everyone who entered the office look as though they had an extremely mild case of jaundice. (Although, I suppose, in light of that fact, our choice of light green for the walls may not have improved things that much.)

Anyway, we accomplished the whole shmear for less than $300, and I finally have a space that I'm comfortable working in, since part of the renovation included making it so I could open at least one of my windows. Now, today, I get to put everything back where it was. Oh, joy. That's my least-favorite part of any project.

Monday, May 26, 2003

HOLIDAYS IN THE SUN

Much to do today. The Mother of All Shopko Runs is in the offing. Paula wants to clean the basement--I told her she was more than welcome to. Did I just do something wrong?

Sunday, May 25, 2003

A CHILLING PORTENT?

There's a car for sale at the place where I get my oil changed.

A De Lorean. A beat-up De Lorean.

Can you say . . . destiny?