Ok, so it is a lot like Christmas for me in the end of March. Why you may ask? Well I discovered at about 2am yesterday that the stupid application I thought would be really neat to use to collect my comments from My photo blog wasn't setup just so.

And?

Well, I found some amazing comments on my photoblog that I wasn't even aware of. This is going back to December. Granted it wasn't in the thousands or even in the hundreds. More like 25, but it was 25 more comments than I was believing I had.

At first I was ticked at the stupid Halosacn setup thingy, then I was upset with myself for not double checking the stupid setup, but this morning I am just thankful.

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Some time lapse Photography I discovered:

Here and Here.

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Oh please try this. It's new and fantastic and its great. So, the sucker that I am, I fall for it. I try a new template from an outside source and It looks great, but it has wiped out a lot of the "widgets" that I had on the side and bottom of the postings. So I reinstall the old template and it wipes out some of the Widgets from the side and bottom. Computers and the Internet, Man, they can be an absolute pain at times.

Ok, I first got to know this guy as Magnum PI. He lived in Hawaii and drove a friggin' Lamborghini, for christ sake. He'd get shot at and solve cases where sometimes murder was involved. Well, I know am watching him on Craig Ferguson's talk show and he's laughing like a little girl. He just got through saying he's 6'4" tall and then he lets out this wimpy, nasally, snicker of a school girl titter.


Wow.

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I had this crazy idea to find a picture of a school girl and try to morph Tom into one, but instead ending up, through Google, finding a whole underworld involving school girls. I feel so dirty right now.
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Not sure how this ends but it looks interesting.

South Park Episodes Now Free Online

"Syndicate content By Mike Sachoff - Wed, 03/26/2008 - 5:14pm.


Fans of the irreverent South Park will now be able to watch all 12 seasons of the animated series online.South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone along with Comedy Central have launched southparkstudios.com. The site will be ad supported with initial sponsorship from Toyota and Virgin."




I have to admit I am not a big fan of the show, but this is quite an extensive collection of stuff over there at this site. If You like Southpark at all, your probably really gonna get a kick out of this web page. Lots of ads though.

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Ok, what the heck is a Spliff?




Hint: It's like a skateboard. Looks pretty cool if your into that sorta thing.

Even after being on this earthly realm 52 years, I am not sure I would be able to or would want to post 100 different things about me. You folks really have better things to do.

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I have another Customer service thingy. I was at a local department store a few weeks ago (See, what the plan is that I let this stuff simmer awhile, and if it still bugs me and I still remember about it, well there ya go ...) And I stood in the check out. The guy ahead of me had one black mechanics gloves with the fingers cut out. A guy in his mid 30's I am guessing with two small kids. The kids were being a pain and he was basically ignoring them. Any way, he walks away and his small children finally follow him away from the check stand. I said something about the gloves he was wearing to the check out girl. She gives me this blank stare. So I asked her if she saw the gloves he was wearing. She still is giving me this real odd look. Then she Finally says "I didn't see any gloves."

I looked at her incredulously and was thinking to myself, you have got to be kidding. She was still looking at me oddly then piped up, "Why would I know why he was wearing those Gloves? Maybe he had a fear of germs or something. I have no idea why he was wearing gloves." all with this strange bizarre attitude thrown in. I stood looking at her dumbfounded, as were the people behind me in line.

I said as I walked away. "I really didn't expect you to know why he was wearing the gloves. I was just making small talk."

I went back to the store yesterday and pointed her out to my wife. She had apparently dealt with her in the past and wasn't to pleased by her actions.

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I came across one of my usual bloggers that I read is losing some of her hair. My world doesn't seem so quite insane anymore.

I wake up and grab the local paper for my wife, who is still asleep. 36 pages. Total. Good thing there is a flyer from a local department store or the folded up paper in the plastic bag this morning would have been even thinner than what it was. I won't read the thing. Haven't in years. But my wife reads it daily, making sure to check the Obituaries first thing, daily, along with her morning coffee.

I just had to add the word flyer to the spell check provided by Mozilla Firefox, the browser of choice these last few months. Apparently Firefox wants to be spelled with a capitol F.

I have a hearing with the state in about a month or so. Was told that if things didn't go right, I could end up in Supreme court. Is this for a mass murder I committed? Nope. A serious default on my state taxes? Wrong. Maybe a heinous crime involving hookers and sending them over state lines? Not even close.

It has to do with a job I worked at. When all is said and done, I still am not sure I can name names. You probably can figure it out, but I shant be divulging much more right now. Have to wait and see what comes of my "Hearing". Lord, I cant wait. It definitely is the main reason for the insanity I am feeling today. Insane Indeed. Its akin to having a paper cut. Say two weeks after the paper cut has finally healed, some doctor wants to reexamine this cut. He rips it open, blood everywhere. He then pours salt and dirt and other crap into the now gaping wound, and while your at it, leave that wound wide open till we tell you to have it now stitched up for say, oh, a month or so. Have fun with that.

Yep, totally insane. But that is what I pay my state taxes for. God I am so lucky to live in California.