It used to be called “talking into a tape recorder“. Now it’s a “Podcast”.

Been there. Done that. I think it was 1977. Just after Star Wars hit the theaters. Designguy, Rodeo and I became Star Wars Junkies. We lived it. Breathed it. Recorded it.

We essentially gathered around an old cassette tape recorder and voiced the entire movie, start to finish, voices, sound effects…the whole ball o’ wax. It was epic…hearing three kids spit into a microphone…

Now they call it a “Podcast”. Essentially anyone recording anything and rebroadcasting it is a big deal nowadays…

I think I’ll work on “Shitter-casting”…recordings of me in the can…

Had Lasik eye surgery. I couldn’t decide if I wanted the option of seeing dead people or x-ray vision with the intent of seeing through clothes. After closer inspection, I determined there’s alot of ugly people out there, so I went with dead people.

Sammy Davis Jr. won’t leave me alone now…

Things that usually get the best of me:

(1) Repairing underground sprinklers
(2) Reality TV
(3) Determining which way is “front” on my underwear

Just checked my lottery tickets. Weekend jackpot was 8 million. I matched three of the numbers and was just one number off on each of the remaining three numbers. This netted me a cool $10.

I also found an unwrapped stick of gum on the sidewalk this morning. Although it was a little moist and I had to brush off some little pebbles embedded in the wrapper from what looks to be a shoe print, it was still perfectly useable.

ABBA must have had moments like this in mind when they wrote that song.

I have abandoned all hope of inter-dimensional adventures which I expected to occur from drastically altering my day-to-day routine by lacing my shoes in the opposite direction than what was previously my norm.

During the week this experiment ran, besides making it very awkward to tie my shoes, I got sunstroke and puked while working in the yard, accidently injested kitty litter and the neighbor I hate more than all my other neighbors cut his pine tree down and it fell on my house.

There’s a lot to be said for comfy ruts.