Happy Birthday
 

You don't realize how on the money you are. Mini skirts and cartwheel competitions are apparently pretty interesting.

Happy Birthday
 

I can think of some suggestions to improve the Japanese android, too. This may work for Atticus, but that's a somewhat limited market.

http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/image..._getty_203.jpg

Happy Birthday
 

Wasn't there one in "Johnny Be Good"?

Yankee Magazine
 

To quote you: "Its like a Readers Digest for severe, rigid Masshole conservatives."

So I took an easy shot. Sue me.

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

I have no clue about Survivor. Perhaps Less or paigow or barely can enlighten you.

Translation: "I have a life now, loser"

Well, I don't. Anyway, I just got back from a quick trip to the First National of Podunkville ("Not Bob, we have a free calendar for you if you maintain a balance of $250,000 in your .03 % money market account"), and I have a few observations.

• If I owned a Bentley, I'd be pissed that Chrysler 300s look so much like them. There was a black 300 parked next to a Bentley at the bank (AoN, I bet that Bentley boy gets more than a calendar from those bastards, but I digress), and they looked remarkably similar to me.
• Why is it that we bump into people that we don't want to see, and don't bump into people we want to see? Walking out of the bank, I just had a 15 minute conversation with a former colleague about crop rotation (I think. It could have been soil conservation. Or the news about the recent death of Lawrence Welk's accordian player.) Meanwhile, I never see the hot receptionist from my old firm who was hired as a "marketing consultant" by a firm next door to the bank. Life is Not Fair.
• I saw a billboard advertising something that a man in mid-life crisis might like to buy, and it said "Impress the Mermaids." Who knew that Prufrock was in advertising?
• Uh, that's all. I told you that I was shallow.

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

You should have seen the smile on my face when the future wife screamed "get your fucking Thunderbird out of the fucking way!" to some asshole driving a Bentley. The look on his face -- good times. Not only did she lay into him, but she (honestly) mistook his car for a Ford (I think b/c of the Bentley "wings" symbol)...

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

Me too.

I hate it when I give the same greeting to someone who has just greeted me. It always makes me feel stupid. I know it's a dumb thing to be bothered by, but when someone says, "How you been?" and I have already cued up those same words in my head, I feel like an ass saying, "How you been?" Works with "Hey, man," and other greetings as well.

I think this happens to me more than others, who might actually be interested to know how the other person is or who may actually be listening to what the other person is saying.

Also, I should always have the right of way.

TM

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

I hate when I try to say "How are you" and it comes out "How you?" Also, I hate when someone asks "How are you feeling?" because I always have to consider whether I should respond with "I am feeling well" because the asker seems to be the type who would think "I am feeling good" is incorrect. Not that I should give a shit, but I do. Particularly if it's someone with whom I've tripped over a simple "How" in the past. I suppose I could just say "I feel you" and let them ponder my completely odd response.

And Thurgreed, I hate to break this to you, but the right of way is not something that you have, but rather something another yields. So it's really not a right.

Man, life is a BITCH.

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

Some cat parks his Black Arnage across the street from my house. I assure you, I have never mistaken it for a fucking Chrysler.

I like to view its appearance as a reminder that I remain a rather insignificant failure in the bigger picture. Or at least, I really picked my parents badly... Either one provides an excellent justification to drown my ambitions in worthless social pursuits.

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

I think I must be a bitch because I always forget to say "how are you" back to business colleagues/clients whom I don't care about after they have asked me how I am. I just plow ahead with the conversation. So the call goes:

me:hello
other person: hello, how are you?
me: I'm fine. Now about that blah blah blah...

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

You think this only happens to you? Isn't that a little self centered? You have narcissim issues.

I engage in small talk on complete auto pilot. I sometimes fuck up and say "Good, how are you doing" in response to clerks asking for credit cards at purchase counters, or answer "Gorgeous day, isn't it?" with "I'm doing ok, how about you?"

There's just sso much other inane shit to daydream about. And so many asses to stare at. Even here.

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

Really? You feel like some sort of failure because you don't have some status symbol car? I'm now readjusting my sebby image.

The only car-related thing Mr Man and I have agreed we would spend money on if we were to win the lottery tomorrow is a Town Car (or similar) and driver. Let someone else deal with LA driving and parking. We do that now on a smaller scale with the cab stand outside the apartment, but when we're living up in the hills (post-lottery win), we're unlikely to have that ammenity anymore.

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

I don't know what a Black Arnage is.

This makes me happy.

Survivor
 

According to the application, they are filming in November and December.

http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivo...pplication.pdf

No, I did not apply. This time.

Random deep thoughts from a shallow poster.
 

I do exactly that. In fact, I find it invasive when people ask me how I'm doing. The person asking is inflicting a duty to answer I neither asked for nor wanted.

I try to structure calls like this: "Hi, Bill, I'm calling about the blah blah..." If you do it fast it cuts out all that shit.