That's solid

I just got back from my number-two visit to the men's restroom and, I'd like to announce, it's another solid trip. That's two very solid trips in a row. How happy am I? VERY! No more tummy aches and, now, I think I can start introducing back different types of food into my diet. Woot woot.

Another solid topic is the movies I've been watching for my Into to film. In the past two weeks, I've seen:

• The Grapes of Wrath


• Rear Window


• Mr. Deeds Goes to Town


• Sunset Boulevard

I've loved every one these movies. I thought I wouldn't enjoy the old black & white films of yesterday. But, surprisingly, I'm enjoying these classics and understanding what the film watchers of past generations appreciated in theses movies.

I'm sick, yo

This sucks. At home, sick. I slept about eleven hours. My body felt better when I woke up. But now the coughing is just driving me crazy. Gawd I hate this. My tummy issues are mild. I used the bathroom once and it was "okay". I hope the next trip is better. I'm suspecting my allergies are adding to all the fun.

I'm watching Mariah Carey in concert on TV. The 2006 show in Anaheim is being aired on this channel called "Palladia". It's really cool to be able to watch these various artists up close and personal in concert. Ironically, I started watching when Mariah was singing "I'll Be There" - and she had a special appearance by Trey Lorenz. I thought his appearance with Mariah at the MJ tribute had been the first in over a decade. I guess not.

Nice booty and "other body part" zoom-ins by the film crew. This kinda makes me wanna see Mariah live in concert. Wait, that sounds funny. I mean seeing her in concert makes me want to see her live. Not the T&A closeups. I know every single one of her songs. Why not?

Ugh. Coughing fit. Time to go, yo.

That's disgusting

My stomach still hurts. The last batch of oysters I ate was on Saturday night. The diarrhea symptoms began on Sunday night. If this continues tonight, that'll be 48 hours of pure hell. I really can't wait for all this to be done with. Gawd, I really do hope this all ends tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I'll have to pay a visit to the doc. Every visit to the bathroom is an excruciating experience. Imagine someone shoving a hose down your throat with a spray nozzle attached to the end. And the water nozzle nose is sticking right out your butt. Every time I go to the toilet, it's like someone has turned on the water to full blast. Explosion my friends. Ex. Ploe. Zhun.

Yes, I'm disgusting. But, I promise you, better you read this than experience it.

I called my buddy this morning to see if he or his wife were experiencing the same problems. Nope. And neither were any of the other couples who ate oysters. Damn them. Damn them all.

My friend's thinks he's a comedian. When I tell him about my stomach issues, he tells me to bring a change of clothes to work. You know, in case I have an accident. Smart ass. We both laugh, I hang up, and off to work I go.

About an hour later, same friend calls me to tell me that he had needed to go to the bathroom to blow his nose. I guess he wanted to just honk it all out in private. So he goes into the bathroom, opens up the stall door, and what does he see? The toilet seat is up. Nothing inside the actual bowl - but the toilet seat & rim shows remnants of someone else's watery-poo issues. Is that alone nasty? Yep. But, the pièce de résistance ends up being the abandoned underwear just sitting on the bathroom floor. That's right - someone had an accident and just left their undies behind.

Disgusting I tell. Absolutely disgusting. That was pretty hilarious though. And quite ironic.

Happy Birthday, Walkman!

This article gave me such a good chuckle. I've been moving so fast, fast, fast forward with technology that I've never taken a moment to reflect back on the ol' hardware we use to lug around. The Walkman. Thanks to Justin Timberlake for this funny article and sharing that, yes, The Walkman is now 30 years old.

Giving Up My iPod for a Walkman

I suddenly have to urge to find an old walkman at a garage sale or something. So I can play all my ol' maxi-singles. I've got an entire box in the basement full of old cassette tapes.

Some lessons are learned the hard way...

A somewhat humorous story for the long 4th of July Weekend:

Once upon a time lived a beautiful Queen with large breasts.

Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason.
He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try
To touch them, but he had to try. One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the
Physician, the King's chief doctor. Horatio thought about this and said
That he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it
Would cost him 1000 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause Nick readily
Agreed to the scheme.

The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a
Little bit into the Queen's bra while she bathed. Soon after she dressed,
The itching commenced and grew intense.

Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident,
Horatio informed the King and Queen that only a special saliva, if
Applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown
That only the saliva of Nick would work as the antidote to cure the itch.

The King, eager to help his Queen, quickly summoned Nick to their
Chambers. Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching
Powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours,
Nick worked passionately on the Queen's large and magnificent breasts.

The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick left satisfied
And hailed as a hero.

Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his
Payment of 1,000 gold coins.

With his obsession now satisfied, Nick couldn't have cared less and,
Knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King, and
With a laugh told him to get lost!

The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching
Powder into the King's underwear. The King immediately summoned Nick.

The moral of the story..........


Pay your bills.