Stupid, stupid, stupid

In response to my last post, I realized that I was the one who set it up that way. HA, HA. Don't we all enjoy a good laugh!? Boy, do I feel like a raving idiot! I think maybe my wife is right. Maybe I should think first and then speak (or write as the case may be).

Well, now any old somebody can post a comment on my blog. Have fun and I hope to hear from you soon.

Consumer Dissonance

Ok, I must apologize to all of you who tried to comment on my post and were met with the *read w/ snotty voice* "WE DON'T ALLOW ANONYMOUS POSTS" message and then where given the opportunity to *still read w/ snotty voice* "sign up" for a blogger account. That totally sucks!!! I was so excited to be able to have my friends and family be a part of this blog thing that I never thought about any of this restrictive crap! I hate having products and services pushed at me and I hate that this stupid blogger.com thing has done that to my invited guests. Please accept my sincerest apologies. If you don't want to sign up with blogger I hope you will at least come back and read my posts and talk with me later about them.
To those of you who did sign up, thank you for your patience and I hope that you will visit again soon and feel free to leave your comments, stories, etc. Thanks again for your persistence.

One of the Best Times in my Life!

Dr. Dome & Mr. Mosaic

Lambart Dome & Pascal Mosaic

My friend Tim and I once taught art at an elementary school in Long Beach, CA. We would travel from class to class dressed as these two characters: Mr. Lambart Dome (Tim) and Pacal Mosaic (me). We were accompanied by the infamous "art cart" and a stereo blasting such tunes as the Rocky Theme or the Dr. Who Theme to annouce to the entire school that it was time for art in one of the class rooms. As you can probably tell from these pictures (and if you now Tim and me) the students and the teachers never knew what hit them. Click on the link if you want to see more.

Man, that was fun! Good times.

Gone Public.

Ho boy. Now I've done it. I've gone and sent out an email and told people about this here little blog. I am nervous! If people read this then I'll be like an open book to them. They'll know my deepest most inner thoughts about life, the universe and everything. Or, at least, they'll think that they do... Hmm...
*stroking goatee in a devious manner*
Yes! I can control the way the others think about me by spinning and editing the thoughts I enter on this site!
*megalomanical laugh*
AHA HA HA HA!!! It's alive! Alive I tell you! Today, the internet! Tomorrow, the World!!!
*lightening strikes, thunder claps and the surrounding light dims so that only Ian's wildly twisted face can be seen highlighted by the glow of the computer screen*

Ah, yes. This will be my finest hour.

Other blogs I read.

OutOfTheSilent
Nowheresville, USA
Memoirs of a Samurai Barber

You never know when some one's going to snap

Today I had to take my car into the dealer for some scheduled maintenance and I used the complementary shuttle service to get to work. I've done this plenty of times before and never once did I give any thought to the kind of person taking the wheel (and my life) in his hands. Anyway, we were leaving the parking lot of the dealership and parts delivery truck pulled into a spot that partially blocked our exit. It took some maneuvering, but our driver made it out ok. It was then that our driver proceeded to share with us his thoughts for the future...
"I hate those delivery guys! They think they own the entire parking lot and they don't gots no respect for nobody! Boy, I'll tell you there'll come a day when I don't want to work here nomo' and when it does I'll show 'm what how to respect!"
We all laughed nervously. I said, "Hopefully not with us in the van."
And he replied, "Naw, I won't use a car. Ya see I'm from South Dakota and we teaches respect the old fashioned way out there. We'll take 'm out back in the woods somewheres and beat him for awhile with an axe handle and leave 'm for the bears."
Oh boy! Nice, Mr. Courtesy Shuttle Driver Man! Thank you so much for letting me peek into your crazy little world! What stimulating conversation! Now here's your tip money and LET ME OUT OF THIS CAR!!!

Thank God I made it to work and I'm alive.

Watch out, I'm a Loose Cannon!

Not really, but it seems that when I give a co-worker a hard time about something that it comes as a surprise to everyone in the office. And now they can't stop talking about it. Holy Moly, I'm hungry!

In All My Glory

the very first time

hello webland! this is my first attempt at internet narcissism. i mean why else would one start a blog? this, of course, is not to be confused with any other venue for narcissistic behavior. i tend to look for any and all ways to get the attention i so greatly deserve. so here's to a long and productive relationship.