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If y0u really think about it, I’m sure the government, the police and all the powers that be are really, really concerned about what this will look like in, say, six months. I mean, we’re only two months in and 99% or even 50% of an angry nation surely has them shitting bricks.
The Chicken Folks
As I’ve mentioned before on this blog, one of the things I love about it is seeing the actual internet searches that landed people to this site.
The thing that’s really peculiar to me is the perpetual search for chicken.
I mean, people are searching for “chicken leg piece”, “chicken drumstick”, “chicken head”, “chicken face”–you name it.
Then today I had a new thought regarding all those folks in search of chicken stuff.
Perhaps there are a lot of restaurants/delis/etc. out there in need of chicken (food) images to paste on their menus. I dunno.
I personally don’t eat chicken, what with my ongoing therapy neurosis and all, but apparently there is some serious chicken eatin’ going on out there.
This only occurs one day every 100 years.
Reads the same backwards and forward.
I wonder how many kids will turn 11 today.
I wonder what I’ll be doing at 11:11 today. Tonight.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2059313/11-11-11-11-11-11-Fridays-lifetime-moment.html#ixzz1dP9cT3GT
Tags: odd dates
Move That Money, Stick It to ‘Em
Gotta say, this Occupy Movement is growing wings, talons, capes, roots.
I wonder, wonder, wonder where it’ll end up.
It’s “Ditch Your Big-Time Bank” Day. As in move your money into smaller locally owned banks and credit unions.
A delicious thought. And I swear, if I had money to move, I’d be moving away.
I have a vent to make.
A pumpkin vent. A big, orange, round, heavy pumpkin complaint.
For some reason the pumpkin frenzy, the ubiquitous pumpkinpalooza is driving me crazy this October.
Now, don’t get me wrong; I LOVES PUMPKINS, especially the cute itty bitty ones that cost, like, $1.00 and you can place it right there on your desk or coffee table or kitchen counter.
I also love pumpkin bread, especially properly made pumpkin bread–not the kind with random debris in it–seeds, walnuts, sprinkles crap– ugly tongue surprises when you just wanted to chew into some nice smooth soft bread. (Any suggestions for great pumpkin bread: leave in comments section or private e-mail. THANKING YOU IN ADVANCE.)
But this whole orange world that I’m currently surrounded by is really annoying me.
I think I saw one on top of a really huge hideous SUV.
Or was it atop a McMansion roof?
Perhaps I dreamt that I saw one being pushed down the street in a baby stroller.
I’m pumpkin’d out already.
I’m, like, the pumpkin scrooge. The Grim Pumpkin Reaper. I have pumpkin “rage.”
But then I just had a thought. A very disturbing thought…
After PumpkinVille I’ll be bombarded with Christmas crap.
I swear, I need to live in a compound somewhere where I can control the very daily images that enter my retinas.
Carry on out there.
It’s only going to be 63 degrees in D.C. today.
63 degrees.
For those who know, I loathe the winter. I mean, it’s evil. I mean, it messes with my head. I mean, there are gloves and hats and boots and fuzzy socks and hot beverages and nippy hands to deal with.
This 63 degrees during the day is just a poke of a prelude of what’s to come.
Right Brain Confessions | Random Observations from a writer/artist with occasional outbursts & controlled sobbing. This is an ANTI-CUBICLE zone. (SUPPORT THE ARTS.) | Page 2
If y0u really think about it, I’m sure the government, the police and all the powers that be are really, really concerned about what this will look like in, say, six months. I mean, we’re only two months in and 99% or even 50% of an angry nation surely has them shitting bricks.
The Chicken Folks
As I’ve mentioned before on this blog, one of the things I love about it is seeing the actual internet searches that landed people to this site.
The thing that’s really peculiar to me is the perpetual search for chicken.
I mean, people are searching for “chicken leg piece”, “chicken drumstick”, “chicken head”, “chicken face”–you name it.
Then today I had a new thought regarding all those folks in search of chicken stuff.
Perhaps there are a lot of restaurants/delis/etc. out there in need of chicken (food) images to paste on their menus. I dunno.
I personally don’t eat chicken, what with my ongoing therapy neurosis and all, but apparently there is some serious chicken eatin’ going on out there.
This only occurs one day every 100 years.
Reads the same backwards and forward.
I wonder how many kids will turn 11 today.
I wonder what I’ll be doing at 11:11 today. Tonight.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2059313/11-11-11-11-11-11-Fridays-lifetime-moment.html#ixzz1dP9cT3GT
Tags: odd dates
Move That Money, Stick It to ‘Em
Gotta say, this Occupy Movement is growing wings, talons, capes, roots.
I wonder, wonder, wonder where it’ll end up.
It’s “Ditch Your Big-Time Bank” Day. As in move your money into smaller locally owned banks and credi
t unions.
A delicious thought. And I swear, if I had money to move, I’d be moving away.
I have a vent to make.
A pumpkin vent. A big, orange, round, heavy pumpkin complaint.
For some reason the pumpkin frenzy, the ubiquitous pumpkinpalooza is driving me crazy this October.
Now, don’t get me wrong; I LOVES PUMPKINS, especially the cute itty bitty ones that cost, like, $1.00 and you can place it right there on your desk or coffee table or kitchen counter.
I also love pumpkin bread, especially properly made pumpkin bread–not the kind with random debris in it–seeds, walnuts, sprinkles crap– ugly tongue surprises when you just wanted to chew into some nice smooth soft bread. (Any suggestions for great pumpkin bread: leave in comments section or private e-mail. THANKING YOU IN ADVANCE.)
But this whole orange world that I’m currently surrounded by is really annoying me.
I think I saw one on top of a really huge hideous SUV.
Or was it atop a McMansion roof?
Perhaps I dreamt that I saw one being pushed down the street in a baby stroller.
I’m pumpkin’d out already.
I’m, like, the pumpkin scrooge. The Grim Pumpkin Reaper. I have pumpkin “rage.”
But then I just had a thought. A very disturbing thought…
After PumpkinVille I’ll be bombarded with Christmas crap.
I swear, I need to live in a compound somewhere where I can control the very daily images that enter my retinas.
Carry on out there.
It’s only going to be 63 degrees in D.C. today.
63 degrees.
For those who know, I loathe the winter. I mean, it’s evil. I mean, it messes with my head. I mean, there are gloves and hats and boots and fuzzy socks and hot beverages and nippy hands to deal with.
This 63 degrees during the day is just a poke of a prelude of what’s to come.