Nasty shit.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2004092008,00.html

$550-$600 to get the Beetle thru the annual PA state automobile inspection.

 …and I was planning on trading it in a few months.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

• Listening to a Death Cab For Cutie CD is like eating a box of Lucky Charms and finding one marshmallow.
• I think Dave Matthews makes up the tune as he goes along.
• The DJs on Sirius’ Alt Nation channel suck royally.
• I enjoy listening to Amy Winehouse almost as much as I enjoy not looking at her. She looks better on the radio.
• Kaiser Chiefs are a great band.

Most people have a name for their grandparents. More than likely that name was chosen as a child. If you choose to call them by this name when you are an adult, that’s fine with me. What do I care?

However, if you decide to discuss your grandparents with me, I don’t wanna hear…

“Yeah, I was at my Pap-Pap’s house this weekend, and we watched NASCAR.”

“Dude, my Gamgammy makes the best creamed corn.”

Looking back at my childhood, I recall that I had 3 dolls (action figures, dammit) that I played with regularly.

1) GI Joe – Every kid my age had one. No surprise there.

2) Chief Cherokee – From the Johnny West collection, he had a ton of accessories and could routinely kick Joe’s ass. FWIW, his indian clothes were part of his plastic body. You couldn’t strip him down.

3) Ilya Kuryakin – Huh? He was the Soviet dude from the TV show “The Man From UNCLE”. WTF?

This raises a few questions:

– What kind of twisted kid asks for an Ilya Kuryakin doll (action figure, dammit)? I don’t ever remember watching the show.

– What kind of twisted parent would buy their child an Ilya Kuryakin doll (action figure, dammit) if he never asked for one?

– What kind of fucked-up adventures can a Soviet agent, an All-American Hero and an Indian warrior have? It’s kind of a weird combination, but hey, I was a weird kid.

– Where the hell are my dolls (action figures, dammit) now? They are worth some money!! I have a hunch that my parents had a massive yard sale of all my kid stuff when I wasn’t looking. Either that or they threw it all out. I don’t even wanna imagine that possibility. I’ve asked them. They don’t remember.

Yeah, right.

They installed new devices in the restrooms here at work. For the “oogie-sensitive” population, myself included, this is a giant step towards public restroom perfection.

…or so I thought.
 
We now have touch-free soap dispensers and towel dispensers. For you techie types, the Gojo TFX™ Touch Free Soap Dispenser and the ***Kimberly Clark In-Sight® Sanitouch® Roll Towel Dispenser. All we need now are auto-flushers and auto-on faucets.

My first exposure to the soap dispenser was disturbing. I was taking a whiz, when I hear a sound behind me like the motor drive on a 35mm SLR. WTF?
 
Apparently I am blessed with built-in stealth technology. I stand there waving my hands like some mystical washroom wizard trying to conjure up a spell, and the damn dispensers ignore me. FWIW, hitting a touch-free soap dispenser works. I have yet to find the sweet-spot on the towel dispenser. When I figure that one out, I’ll be a modern-day restroom Fonzie.

*** The Premium Washroom Market is highly demanding and requires Premium Products as well as an extended offer KIMBERLY CLARK PROFESSIONAL* offers a Range focused on premium High Image dispensers, where the “X Factor” is required. (from their website)

Our restrooms have “X Factor”. Awesome.

Welcome to the new home for my stupid posts.
The old one was scrubbed to protect the innocent.

Let’s see how long I can keep this going.