Archive for February, 2006

Washington Monument

Monday, February 27th, 2006

I always thought the Washington Monument was kind of lame. The Lincoln Memorial is awesome. It’s got a buzz. The Jefferson Memorial is OK. I went there some 10 plus years ago and there were letters missing under the statue so it said T omas  efferso which was kind of pathetic. Anyway, I digress. I always thought the Washington Monument was kind of lame. It’s just a big obelisky thing. Nothing about it says “George Washington.” So today I found out that originally it was going to be a lot taller and have a big parthenon thing around the base and on the top there was going to be a huge statue of George Washington dressed in a toga driving a team of horses on a chariot. As over the top as that sounds, I still think it would be better than what we have now. The reason they didn’t build it like that was because it was built on wetlands and seriously it took forever to build it and I think after awhile they just wanted to be done with it.


Sunday, February 26th, 2006

Today I found out that some cell phones are imported from Finland.

The difference between a good and bad day

Saturday, February 25th, 2006

In order to get where I park my car, I have to go on this boardwalk and up these stairs that is alongside a river. The stairs actually extend over the water. A few weeks ago I was going down the stairs to the parking lot and there was this woman in front of me and she reached into her pocket to retrieve something and her keys fell out. They landed on the steps. An inch further forward and they would have fallen into the river. That inch was the difference between a disaster of a day (keys at the bottom of the river) versus an amusing story that’ll come up whenever she’s talking to people about “near misses.”

Strange lady

Friday, February 24th, 2006

So today I’m walking back to my car and I’m reading which I tend to do and suddenly I here this “Hey” and I look up and there is this strange almost crazy lady coming at me. Scraggy hair, wild eyes, dirty, no bottom teeth. She starts talking to me and waving some paper in my face and telling me she just got out of prison and she doesn’t know where some street is and she only has a dollar. I just keep walking and she’s like sliding up close to me. She’s smoking an unfiltered cigarette and talking a mile a minute. So, I’m getting a bit weirded out. This is like the fifth time I’ve gotten “approached” like this while walking to my car. Anyway, I tried to kind of “pick her off” by walking really close to a column but that didn’t work at all. She kept going on and on and followed me for like a block and starts talking about money. Then I heard her mention a street name. I said “That street is over there” and she says “Where?” and looks away. I pointed in the direction that the street was again, “Over there” I said and she looks real hard and I ran. I just ran away. 

I kind of feel bad about it but she was really freaky.


Monday, February 20th, 2006

You know, people say things like “That’s a whole lot of nothing.” So I am left to ask, can you have more nothing? I think of all things “nothing” is immeasurable. You can’t have quantities of nothing. A lot of nothing, a little nothing, it’s all the same. Seriously. It is.

Brady Bunch

Saturday, February 18th, 2006

So I’m flipping through the channels the other night and somehow ended up on Biography and they were doing The Brady Bunch. Aside from the fact some dude said the show’s theme song was as American as the Star Spangled Banner (really) it was almost interesting. So they did this whole thing about how four sets of kids were chosen. Three dark haired boys, three blond boys, three dark haired girls, three blond girls. The sets that got picked would depend on who was cast as the parents. Since Mr. Brady had dark, they chose the dark haired boys. Same with the girls but in reverse. So then they showed a picture of the other kids and it was like “How weird. Those kids could have been the Brady kids.” Then I thought, if they’d picked a blond guy and a dark haired woman they’d of showed the picture of the kids that actually ended up being the Brady kids and I would have said the same thing. Strange how that works out.

An Ambiance

Friday, February 17th, 2006

So the other day I’m talking to Noocr about how on my way in the building this morning on my way to work there were sirens and stuff. The conversation went like this…

Me: “This morning, on my way into the building, there was all kinds of activity in front of the capitol. There were sirens and everything.” (Guess I covered that, oh well.)
Noocr: “Hmmm…” (He really wasn’t that interested.)
Me: “Yeah, there were fire trucks and then they sent in an ambiance.” (Note, that is what I said, not an ambulance, an ambiance)
Noocr: An ambiance?

This led to an entire conversation about sending in an ambiance whenever something goes wrong. In a way, that works. Since an ambiance is a special atmosphere or mood created by a particular environment ( whenever there is trouble, send in an ambiance. It seemed quite funny to me.

I think we need to find other stuff to talk about.