Lucky

I never understood most other people's struggles:

Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored
of life in The District.
Can't afford the French Quarter high
says it gets old real quick
and he pales up next to me
scrawled on the pavement
It says: Son, time is all the luck
you need.

And if I stay lucky then my tongue
will stay tied, and I won't betray
the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath
this belt, for me to admit the way
that I felt.

Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be
the wave that crashes
From a sea of discontent, he says
he's wrestled with that blanket...
It leaves you cold and wet
any way you stretch it
Divine apathy! Disease of my youth
watch that you don't catch it.

But the song is cool, none the less. And Seven Mary Three is a cool band.

I've liked that song since I first heard it years ago.

Worry > Problem?

Yes, the worry is greater than the problem.

Why worry about a problem, or a solution to a problem, when the repercussions of the actual problem are far less than the stress you incur when worrying about said problem?

I should be a motivational speaker.

Stop Preaching. Start Living!

I know a guy. Well, I know several. But this one in particular is one of those guys who talks the talk but can't come close to walking the walk, so to speak.

So to you, Mr. All Talk No Walk, I say "Stop Preaching. Start Living!"

Biggles

That's my daughter's nickname.

Although I'm not certain where we got the name, I think we came up with it when she was about six months old and she made noises that sounded like "biggle biggle biggle."

I also call her "little princess," "daddy's little girl," and "little monster."

And her nickname for me? "Dadoi." Not sure where she got it, but it sounds Scandinavian.

Keeping Up With The Joneses?

Who are the Joneses?

Are my neighbors the Joneses? My co-workers? My friends? My family?

Why do I need to keep up with them?

Who am I trying to impress?

My family probably doesn't care. My daughter's hamster, Jackson, doesn't mind that the Jones family may or may not be doing better than the Pugh family. Or does he? Hamsters are conniving little fuckers.

So why does all of this matter? Allow me to explain:

Plural for Jones isn't Joneses, it's Jonesii. Whoever came up with this stupid little catch phrase is a certified moran.

Mark Twain Is A Jerk

I read somewhere that Mark Twain is attributed to roughly one half of all quotes in modern literary history.

Not this one. Chalk one up for the good guys!!!