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Friday, October 26, 2007
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Speaking of Russians...
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Since Cassie was making reference to Russian literature in a recent blog post, I thought I would post this link to a short movie. This is so cool that it almost makes me want to buy one of the Russian motorcycles in the movie, but by far the best part is the music. Make sure that your sound is on, and listen carefully to the lyrics. Find it here: URAL PS - Dial-up users (you KNOW who you are) beware, this is a 5Mb download! PPS - Other cool movies on the same theme here PPPS - If any of you are at a loss as to what to get me for Christmas or my next birthday, I would really enjoy one of these. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 9:24 PM | |
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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Another milestone zips by...
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Today, I experienced something that has never before happened to me. An attractive young lady, who is not my wife or daughter, actually complimented me on my choice of clothing. That generally only happens to me when my wife, also an attractive young lady, gets me to shave and wear a tie. Then she tells me how nice I look. I'm sure my wife is 100% sincere but suspect that there is also an element of subliminal positive reinforcement involved. Anyhow, today's story went thus: I was called to go up to the Tyngsboro facility of the company that I work for. I drove over there, and pulled into a parking spot at the rear of the building. Outside the door, there was the predictable gathering of 7 or 8 people smoking, as no smoking is allowed in the building. The guys in my group refer to them as "The Smoking Girls", a moniker that includes any who happen to be male. So I grabbed my tools, manuals and box of parts, locked up my van and headed in. Like the Red Sea, the Smoking Girls parted as I approached the door. I buzzed the lock open with my badge and pulled the door open. As I entered, one of the group turned, dropped the stump of her cigarette into the bucket and followed me through the door. Now this is not someone I really know, other than to say "Good Morning" out of politeness as I pass by. I was not even sure I knew her name. She has streaked hair and lots of earrings. So I turn right and head down the hall, she is headed the same way, a few steps behind. As I approach a big set of double doors I do as my dad taught me, open the door, hold it and stand aside to let her go through. She starts through the door, thanks me, and says "Hey, that's a really nice belt!" This is new territory for me. Before I can process this enough to reply, she adds "Where did you get it?" I tell her the truth, that I have had this belt for so long that I could not recall where I got if my life depended on it, and that there is a pretty fair chance that: A) It is older than she is and B) My mommy bought it for me. Neither is likely an exaggeration. She responds that she guessed that it was old, as the tooled patterning in the leather was really nice and everything like that you find nowadays seems much more cheaply made. With that we each went in different directions. Such an odd exchange. While it is a nice belt, I guess, nobody has ever taken note of it. Perhaps that is because it is somewhat hard to see when I am wearing it. Heh. I would be more likely to describe it as an "old belt" than anything else. It is sort of the only one I have. Luckily for my ego, she did not say something like: "Yeah, I cold tell it was old by the way the holes for the buckle are stretched out from straining to hold in that fat gut all these years!" or something similar. So that's me. Fashion plate, Babe magnet. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 5:11 PM | |
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
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Varmint Control
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THIS has gone too far!
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| thus voiced Mrs A @ 4:32 PM | |
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
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Oh Great!
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| With all of the various creatures we have cropping up around here, now we have a platypus in our 'fridge. What next? | |
| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 8:42 PM | |
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Thursday, October 04, 2007
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Super Bonus!!!
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| Because I am lazy, I generally stock the refrigerator in our shop at work with stuff so that I don't have to go out to get food every day or remember to bring stuff from home. Yesterday I was out of stuff, so I ran to the local supermarket to stock up. I bought some bread, a block of cheese the size of a car battery, apples, some salami and a package of roast beef ends. Made a tasty sandwich. So this morning I grabbed a bit of bread for a breakfast treat and decided to slip a bit of roast beef in there to spice it up. I moved a bit of the RB on the little styrofoam tray and there peeking out at me was several (previously concealed) slices of olive loaf!!! I am sure looking forward to lunch! | |
| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 6:11 AM | |
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