Man Week 2011: Day 3

As I sit here at my desk munching away on my salad, that my wife prepared for me today at my request, I cannot help but wonder how such a meal would be viewed by our manly predecessors. "Nog, I have returned with food!!""Ugh!! What have you slain.""Well actually its a little something I like to call... Green Stuff""Green Stuff?!! Oh!! Lizard?"No...""Where did you kill this strange green beast?!""

Man Week 2011: Day 2

It seems I may have lost a few of you with yesterday's post. I fully intended it to be amusing and enjoyable. It turned out to be neither. So... I re-wrote it about 2 hours later. It is now just a brief intro for the rest of the week. Sometimes I'm on and sometimes I'm off. It's part of this media form known as blogging. Regardless I'm ready to try again!So for the second post of Man Week 2011

Man Week 2011: Day 1

Last week Google was pitching March 8th as International Womans Day. I had to laugh. Not because there is anything inheritanty wrong with womans day, but the fact that it need exist at all. Are women in need of any more recognition in this modern age? I think not. They are told from birth that they are special and to embrace being a woman. In a strange contrast, men are told that they should be

Talking To My TV

If one should visit in my houseThey might surely hear me grouseFor if the televisions onTo it I am naturally drawnAnd for some reason I relayWhatever thought I wish to sayOnce the show has then begunWhether new or just re-runSomething takes a hold of meAnd because of what I seeI call out to give adviceOr tell them that's overpricedOr warm them of a lurking soulBehind them on the lonely strollOr

Adipose

The best sci-fi alien ever. So I eat whatever I want and I help populate a cute and totally harmless species? I'm in...

Filling The Gap

Here I sit on a foreign PC looking to fill a gap of time and waste approx 28 minutes and 30 seconds. As I think about it, this is a task for which I am singularly blessed. Who else can burn up spare time like me? So... lets recall what brings us to this lonely desk with neatly places pencil sharpeners, a box of Triscuits and the warm hum of 25 odd computers...Today I was sent out into the wilds

Loose Thread

Where exactly does that urge come from anyway?