Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion) (montecristo) wrote,
Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion)

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Hey Leonardo! Did you come here to play Jesus?

I was feeling kind of anxious and bummed on the way home tonight. I have absolutely no idea why. Weird? I get that way some times. Anyway, I made a pilgrimage to the grocery and I have shaken off the bummers. Actually, I'm in a pretty good mood right now. I don't get bored often, and I don't stay bummed. That is certainly the way to be. On the other hand, I was a very bad man. I came home with enough goodies to stock a Superbowl party, and I don't entertain. Heh. I've got hot, salty, crunchy, sweet, chewy, you name it -- even a gallon of 2% milk, which has otherwise not crossed my lips since the wife left, last September. I got it for dippin' the Double-Stuff Oreos. Heh heh. Here's an excerpt from the murder list, (posted especially for the charming ingenuemuse, who loves to read about what's on sale at the Piggly Wiggly and people's grocery lists in LJ entries):
  • French Onion Sun Chips
  • Oreo Double-Stuff Cookies
  • Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chip Coookies
  • Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chip Coookies with White Chocolate chunks
  • Tostitos Tortilla Chips
  • Hot Chunky Salsa
  • 1 gallon 2% milk
  • 4 12-packs of Diet Caffeine-free Coca-Cola
  • other miscellaneous food items, purported to be nutritious and good for me
  • 2 6-packs Pop Secret Kettle Corn popcorn
  • half dozen frozen pizzas
  • almost got: Haagen-Daz Mango Icecream but forgot before I got to the check out
[Edit: Forgot the French Onion Sun Chips I bought too! Yum]

In other news, tomorrow is the ex's birthday. I actually got a twinge of guilt thinking that I didn't get her anything. I was so sorely tempted, while in the store, to buy her a card. GAH! Message to self: Stop being a chump! She is not your problem or concern anymore! Shesh! What does it take, an ice-pick to get her out of my skull? Ah, it's not even that I miss her per se, but damnit, I miss having someone to care about. I miss my place in the universe. You know, I can be a critical asshole when I put my mind to it. Sometimes, I get downright disgruntled at what passes for my fellow man sometimes. I need someone to whom to be nice, who allows me to create some happiness, in order to have some kind of "karmic balance" in my life. Ah well, it's probably well enough that I don't have someone in my life anyway. I'm up to my eyebrows in alligators at work and with McGuffin. I know full well how badly those two things would suffer if I had someone over whom to be foolishly besotted.

I saw something really interesting and weird today. A cow-orker of mine, from the next cube over, (David, the expatriate New Yorker; not Sergei, the bubble-wrap-poppin' Russian) sent me a link from the East Coast "Rag of Record" a.k.a. The New York Times. [requires free registration] Apparently, ever since Da Vinci first tried it, people have been attempting to make shoes that would allow them to walk on water -- this of course, to no avail. Well Yoav Rosen, unlike about 100 other American inventors since 1858, has actually patented a device that seems to work as advertised. Is that weird, or what. Hey fearsclave, you've got to get yourself some of these. You'll be the terror of every fish within a hundred leagues of your house.

Tags: day in the life, infomania, ponderings and curiosity

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