Sometimes I just like to drift off at work. No…I don’t actually fall asleep…I just let my mind wander. It doesn’t happen too often…I mean, I’m totally working and everything (jeez…stop looking at me like that). But sometimes on a break or during lunch I’ll hear or read something that sticks with me.
So what I like to do is just jot something down and then finish these thoughts once home. And for whatever reason, people seem to enjoy my random take on the world…
- I know I’m not the only guy in the world who really wasn’t looking forward to a new Terminator movie. I mean, the first one is a classic. The second one was ground-breaking. The third one blew chunks. So when they announced that they were “re-imagining” the franchise I wasn’t overly excited. But this trailer TOTALLY blew me out of the water. Consider it at or near the top of the list of must-see movies this summer.
- I got an email today from Diesel Pizza, a local eatery that thrives on providing different pizzas…not just the same ol’ pepperoni & cheese variety. The email reminded me that it was “All You Can Eat” night. I hadn’t actually eaten lunch (I totally blame a combination of not being ready early enough in the morning and being too busy during the day) so I figured this was a good idea. Plus they were offering a POUTINE PIZZA. Now, for those unaware, let me explain what poutine is. Poutine is French fries smothered in cheese and gravy. Don’t turn your nose up at me…this is a HUGE deal in Eastern Canada. If you live anywhere east of Toronto and haven’t tried poutine, you’re not Canadian. Period. Anyway, I went in after work to see what was on the menu. They had a number of pizzas available to choose from…with the normal variety (ex: bacon-double-cheeseburger pizza…mmmm) combined with the unique variety (ex: macaroni & cheese pizza). I made the conscious decision that I was going to try something different, so I immediately went after a slice of the poutine pizza and the peanut butter pizza (seriously). I took a picture while the other patrons eyed me as if I was a food critic or something. How was it? FREAKING PHENOMENAL!! I absolutely loved them. Both of them. I went up to get another slice of poutine and a slice of bacon-double-cheeseburger before calling it a night. I definitely got my fill and I can’t wait to take M there during her visit. I love fun unique foods like this.
- Apparently, singing about Dr. Seuss is a past-time for T. Fun stuff.
- Sometimes I worry about my work-life balance. Not where it currently is, mind you, but where it would need to be for me to advance in the company. I feel like I’d have to work some serious overtime and display that “above and beyond” attitude that my employer looks for in order to move up. But then I think about my son…I can’t see him any less than I do now. There’s just no way. And what if M does, in fact, end up spending the summer with me? Heh. I guess I’ll just end up being one of those guys who never makes a ton of money or becomes the CEO of a company but has a solid connection and relationship with his kids. Yeah…that’s the type of work-life balance I can handle.
- Do you remember that Vanity Fair cover that featured a nude Scarlett Johansson & Keira Knightley? Well, it’s been spoofed and…umm…I gotta be honest with you when I say that I’m slightly disturbed by the results:
- I didn’t watch a single episode of The Bachelor, and to be honest I had zero idea it was finishing up until I read the “uproar” online today from those who watched the show and were simply flabberghasted by the end result. Here’s how SingleMomSeeking described it:
In case you missed the climatic ending, “Jimmy Kimmel” put it well last night, following the “After the Final Rose Ceremony, ” saying Jason Mesnick, the first-ever single dad Bachelor, “proposed to the love of his life, and then an hour later dumped her to go out with the other love of his life.”
Ouch. Because Jason had signed away his right to privacy when he became the Bachelor, he had to dump Melissa on live television — before professing his love to Molly.
- Yikes. That’s pretty brutal. That’s why I love watching “train wreck television” and am addicted to Rock of Love 3. I mean, poor Bret Michaels can’t find true love so he must constantly date a dozen stripper skanks in an effort to find “the one”. I absolutely LOVE the show because you know how ridiculously horrid it’s going to be going into it…and once you accept that fact, the train wreck turns into a joy ride after that.
- I’m an American Idol fan, but this year things aren’t working out so well. I mean, the audition episodes were great and Hollywood was fun, but the actual live performances have been absolutely atrocious. The great performances have been few and far between. I was hoping for more tonight…I mean it’s Week 3 and all…but the songs were, yet again, really bad. Thank god for Simon Cowell telling it like it is. If it wasn’t for him, this would be a BS love-fest.
- I envy people sometimes. The ability to travel…to explore…to see things others of us can only dream about. But the envy turns to happiness for the person because they had a great experience. Envy leads to negativity. Negativity leads to the dark side of the Force. Not good. :-P
- I remember hearing about this story last week and getting absolutely pissed at it. I mean, I can understand the need to feed your baby. That’s perfectly fine. But to breast-feed your baby and STILL DRIVE YOUR CAR?? C’mon now. That’s just stupid. Pull over. Period. And on top of that, she decided to talk on her cell phone. Holy crap that’s just incredibly stupid. Thankfully now she’s been charged with child endangerment. Am I wrong to feel good about that? Was she justified?
- Umm…I love chicken McNuggets as much as the next guy, but I think calling 911 three times because the local McDonald’s ran out of nuggets is a bit much. Of course, it’s almost as bad as calling 911 because you’re unhappy with your burger.
- No matter how much I love my hard rock…my Poison and KISS and Def Leppard and Green Day and Bon Jovi and AC/DC…I’ll always be a sucker for a great pop song, no matter how cheesy it is.