A Hostage of Right Brain Disorder

Ahhh.. another election season has come and gone…finally. One of my pet peeves about election time…and I have many peeves about our political system…is the plethora of political signs left behind like so many war orphans. No one seems to have any desire to do anything about them, win or lose.

Here’s a thought…why not enact legislation to require political candidates or platform support groups to offer a deposit on those ugly signs. Nothing major, but something like 25 cents a sign, to be paid by the candidate’s election fund starting 24 hours after the polls close. The candidate is required to have a quarter a sign in a fund to pay the persons that return the signs to them, payable in cash. Make the deposit even bigger for larger signs. This also makes the campaigns think about how much random visual clutter they want to throw out since they have to pay to redeem them or have them picked up themselves. Look at how that changes the landscape…literally.

There will be hordes of sign reposessors roaming the countryside in a frenzied swarm, fighting each other for the last stray political sign. Each and every sign will be gone within 24 hours of the election.

But, since it will require politicians to enact this very common-senseical idea, and politics and common sense don’t mix, don’t hold your breath to see anything like this happen soon.

Also, anyone other than me notice that gas prices went down immediately before the election and now they’re going back up? Funny how that works.

No, I’ve not unlocked cold fusion, nor have I found a way to reliably harness governmental hot air, but I think that I have a chance to provide the entire developed world’s energy needs. Tonight I will be chaperoning 15 junk food eatin’, sugar-laden-caffeinated drink swilling, “my PSP beats your lousy GameBoy anyday” yelling 6 to 10 year old boys on an overnight camping trip. The energy is there…now to find a way to harness it.

Pray for my poor sleep-deprived soul.

Folks, this blog is all about learning to relax and enjoy the online world for what it truly is…a mainline IV of mindless (and usually stupid) drivel. But every once in a while something that comes along that is so silly, childish and juvenile…not to mention being straight from the Department of Redundancy Department…that it bears passing on the masses for the betterment of the world. Here’s a site that is absolutely brilliantly about totally nothing. Spectacularly vacuous…insanely brilliant…not to mention cool factor 10. Check it out.

The Wonderful World of Longmire

Remember, Digital Valium is not responsible for injury or death from laughter. Enjoy at your own risk.

So, we have a new name. Thanks to a stray comment by my buddy Steve and an immediate rush of RBD, I’ve renamed the blog…again. This time I think that it’s going to stick, as I now see the direction that “my” blog should take. Having grown up in a family of engineers, I’ve been around computers for as long as I can remember and I’m now thought of as a full blown “gadget geek” by my friends.

I realize that I have gotten to the point where I use my computer as a security blanket and I’m sure that there are lots of folks out there like me, so I’m off to see what I can find to make digital life a little more bearable for all of us. Stay tuned.

Houston, we have a problem. So now, at a time that I can least afford to spend waste any time on something as trivial as a blog entry due to a tidal wave of work related issues, here’s an update on the state of my emotions.

AAAIIIIIIEEEEEIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks for listening.

More nonsensical yammering to come.

Well, you would think that I would have learned my lesson after the scare of the summer, but no. I had to go out and add stress to my life today. I put an offer down on a piece of property that I have been looking at for over five years. I have watched as it has gone up for sale a number of times and I was simply too scared to make an offer. The tumor changed that. I need to build a house…not any house, but one that has been dwelling in my head since my college days. I should know something very shortly and I’ll post it here…as well as my design sketches and things. Pray for me.

Tonight, sports fans, is the first Powell home game…meaning the first concession stand night as Booster President. I feel like I have the eyes of the entire world on me because we have totally redone the stand over the summer, changed the menu and redone the procedures. Never mind the fact that the stand did precious little business last season, there are plenty of naysayers circling like vultures simply because I have refused to “do it the way it always has been done”. I personally don’t care what people think of me (the ordeal of the summer beat that out of me) but I don’t want the people who put so much time and effort into this to suffer.

Besides, I think that it just might be amazing and we’ll surpass our rather aggressive goals. That just might be fun. We’ll see. More tomorrow.

And so now it begins…the next chapter of the ongoing story. New blog title, new blog direction. Thanks go out to all of you creative folks that entirely failed to send me suggestions. So no complaints from anyone.

You may notice that I didn’t say “my ongoing story”, for there is one tiny lesson that I have learned from the ordeal of the last few weeks and that lesson was to become aware of how much that the interrelations of people in your life affect even the most mundane details of your thoughts. Having had more time flat on my back with nothing to do within the last month than I have had in the last, oh, 25 years, I have begun to realize how deeply these interactions have affected me.

The problem is, I now have a lot of puzzle pieces and some vague thoughts on how to put them together, but somehow I feel like the puzzle is of a Picasso painting and if I put it together wrong no one will notice…but me. And if you know me at all, you realize that something like that will drive me bonkers.

More to follow…and soon.

Also, the blog is now open for posting replies, but I do reserve the right to zap any and all replies for no reason whatsoever. Happy posting!

I thought about titling this post “ups and downs”…until I realized that I had already used that one. Labor Day will mark five weeks since the surgery. It feels like maybe two…and that’s pushing it. I get mad at myself when things hurt, even though the doctor told me specifically that this would happen, but today was a pretty bad day. I aggravated the situation by scheduling a very full day yesterday, knowing full well that Paul had a special day for the crew planned for today. I simply couldn’t miss that because the guys have really done a super job while I’ve been out, but I was also really worn out and in pain all afternoon. Ah, well…at least there is the long weekend to recover.

Recover…except that I have three estimates, three T-shirt designs, a series of sign designs and a checklist of things needing to be done for the high school concession stand to do over the weekend. Yes, life truly is back to normal.

Yesterday marked one month since this ordeal began. This week will be my first back at work. Time to shake things up around here.

First things first…should I change the name of the blog? Comments are welcome to my email…which you can find in text form in an earlier post. It pays to pay attention, folks.