Despite my best intentions, I can't seem to hit this more than once a month. Insert your obvious middle age joke here:_____________________________________.
I have managed to activate the ads. I'm interested to see what Adsense thinks of me. Probably feels the same way as Mrs. Grey Ghost.
Here's some quick hits:

Bidness
Had to walk in an office building yesterday. Can we do something with the smokers out front?
They've turned into this generation's gargoyles. Yes, we all benefit from the smoke free work place, but somebody's suffering from the lack of productivity. Maybe they could hand out fliers. Get something out of them. Or they could hand out their performance reviews. Shame the crappy ones back inside. "Your lowman. Your killing our benefit costs. And you've decided to waste some more time giving the building a blood bank ambiance. Thank You." I shouldn't generalize. Could be the smokers I'm passing are productive. "Nice month, Bob! Enjoy the cancer stick." How about a smokers suite in every building? Just like that iron lung chimney stack room they've got for smokers in airports.
My other problem with them isn't the second hand smoke, it's the second hand smell. I don't care about the smoke. I'm sure I have plenty of tangential contact with death causing agents. I care about smelling like I've smoked. It happened to me yesterday. I walked by the gargoyles out front, and as I walked by a woman in the building, she gave me that sideways glance sniff. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she didn't smell the smoke. Maybe she thought I crapped my pants. When I got home, the wife did the same thing. Sniff? "Did you smoke?" If I'm going to get busted for something, I'd like to have at least enjoyed it to some obscene, gluttonous degree. Say, like a 1/2 a bottle of scotch & a pack of Marlboro Lights in a strip club, that's worth it.
There's no convincing the wife though. "No, honey, I didn't smoke. I walked into a building." Sniff? "Was the building on fire?" You can see the level of trust I've developed. "No, honey, I had to walk through the smokers that guard the front of the building to get into the building." Sniff? "Did you crap your pants?"

World Cup
Speaking of crapping the pants, how about the U.S.? It's not like I'm rooting against them. I'm just amused by all the tremendous build up to a 3-0 beat down. Miracle on Ice this ain't. The coach immediately starts pointing fingers. I'm not saying he's wrong. I didn't even watch. But whose job is it to bring your team in up? And how hard is it to get them up for your sports preeminent event? Herb Brooks he ain't.
It's o.k. though. Soccer in America just goes back to Who Cares. I know we have a lot of kids coming up in the sport. I know people feel it's just a matter of time. Heard all that, plenty. Until we see some results, Who Cares. If this was a tv show, it's a 2 episode cancellation.
Unless they beat Italy...then I tune in for Ghana. U-S-A!!!
  ¶ 12:12 PM