Another half mouldy loaf of bread and half a bunch of nanners that look like black, floppy...well nevermind what they look like I sure as hell ain't eatin' em. From the sharp cheddar cheese that now looks like a lightly frosted yellow brick(Na-biii-sco...<ding!>), to the onion that now has a heart as dark and mushy as Bill Gates on the day Windows XP went Gold, it's the stale food that's depressing.

 It's one of the things that makes being single a real bummer. One pack of hamburger helper is like what...4 meals? I mean, I love cheeseburger HH as much as the next guy, better than beef jerky, cold PaPa John's Pizza and a room temperature Guinness...but after the second day of it even Tabasco Green can't fix it up, ya know? Microwaved or not. The fact that my other two meals out of the day are Slim Fast and multi-vitamins doesn't help much.

I hate cooking for just myself, and in this SuperSized, Xtra, Jumbo, 15% Free world we live in...buying single portions of anything is as expensive as it is depressing. Ugh, there's that word again.

On a lighter note, even Intel is feeling the tech crunch in stocks this week...bout damn time, I've been taking an alcohol bath in them for months. My 401k is less 'stocks and bonds' and more 'raped and freezing'; so much so it's hard to let go because an upturn would turn out REALLY nice. Now I see how they catch those monkeys by putting the apple in the jar <insert Tim Allen ape grunt here>...

Well folks, I'm off to bed. It's an early day tomorrow of newly appointed Windows remote installation guru Dr. Zane T. Dark on yet another mission to try to prove certain corporate IT snobs are almost always wrong; but only because they're usually too lazy to read instructions. Yea I know, I don't read them either...but when I break something, I also don't WHINE about out it either.

Ah, I feel better, night-ol

Ugh! New job keeping me busy...but here's a little bit of revelation for you. Perhaps some of you have shared this moment with me and didn't even know it.

You ever get the feeling that your sense of humor is wasted on most? You know the feeling, something said at just the right time that strikes you as FAR funnier than those around you...example? Sure, why not.

I'm standing in line..no, check that. I'm checking out at a Randall's on my way home from work. I only have about 4 items, so the checker rings them up and just as I'm swiping my ATM card, someone must have knocked a reciever off of one of the phones while it was activated for the PA system, because this loud screeching tone began to drown out even the considerable amount of supermarket white noise so present in our modern shopping facilities.

Someone behind me, probably with fingers in thier ears though that's just a guess because I never turned around, exclaims 'What's that!?'

Now, less like Fozzy Bear, more like...hmmm...Bob Newhart, while keying in my PIN, not even looking up, serious as a Vulcan with Klingon version of the clap (I know, geek alert...) "A garage band fire alarm." <hit enter for end of PIN>

Nothing..not a grin, not a groan...nothing. From anyone within earshot. Ah well, at least my humor isn't lost on me...that's a start right?

...or could it have been the spray cheese, tampons, ant killer and plastic party whistles in my bag.

Nah.

How Far Is Too Far?

This sunday we found out that someone took a stone from mom's gravesite. It was an engraved stone that simply read 'Angel On Duty'. It had been there almost a year, so I suppose we should count ourselves lucky it remained where it was that long. Before casting blame, we are checking to see if the attendant staff removed it, but they've cleaned around it several times over the past year and haven't bothered it.

I hope it was just removed for safety sake and not stolen, I really do...because the alternative is just too sad to contemplate.

I suppose the only reason I'm even entertaining the possibility of it being taken is stories I hear and read about like the people calling 9/11 victim's families and getting SS and credit card numbers from them under the pretense of gathering information to find them.

There are somethings that the word 'embarassing' just doesn't cover; and when people do things like this part of me is embarassed to be in the same general vicinity as them...meaning earth.