Questions of the Day - October 21, 2005

• Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime?
• If nothing ever sticks to TEFLON, how do they make TEFLON stick to the pan?
• If a cow laughed real hard, would milk come out its nose?
• You know how most packages say "Open here". What is the protocol if the package says, "Open somewhere else"? 
• If you have your finger touching the rearview mirror that says -- "objects in mirror are closer than they appear", how can that be possible? 

And finally...

• Why does your nose run and your feet smell? 
  
  
   
  

Today's Thought - October 20, 2005

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

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Morbid, but true...

"With a cure rate of 75%, I'd hate to not survive because I was 74!"

-dwr

My Quote of the Day - 10/10/05

"A razor is neither a ham sandwich, nor a bullet-proof vest."

-Doug R.

Thoughts for Wednesday, October 12, 2005

• I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
• Borrow money from pessimists - they don't expect it back.
• 42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
• All those who believe in psycho kinesis, raise my hand.
• How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
• Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
• If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
• What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
• The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Phone call...MAGIC MUR

Just spoke to my favorite person in the world, my Uncle Mur. He is the one person, other than my best friend Ed, who I can fully relate to and visa versa. It doesn't matter what shit life has in store for me for the rest of the day, I got to chat with Magic Mur.

October 10, 2005  10:10 am EST

Here I am, at work on yet another Monday morning.  As I drove to work today, in my usual morning haze, listening to the untalented, unwitty, unbridled crap they call morning talk radio, I actually noticed a beautiful sunrise out of my rear-view mirror.  From what I could see, it looked spectacular.  Of course, the moment was immediately destroyed by idiot drivers in front & back & on all sides of me.

Now I'm at work, performing mundane tasks, contantly realizing how under-utilized I am, but with really no one to discuss it with.  The company is one of those that is just beginning to get really big, so like all of these types, they've lost a handle of the employees as names...we are all now officially just cogs, pieces of the puzzle, numbers. 

I hate what I do, it's boring, unchallenging, and utilizes none of my main strengths as a creative, logical, right-brained human.  I do it because I have to, need the paycheck...that's that.

I will again spend all day watching the clock, waiting for 5pm when I can finally go back home and do absolutely nothing with my 'free-time.'