I got a nice little surprise while picking up a big ol’ bottle of Beefeater gin at the neighborhood liquor store. The bottle came with a $10 mail-in rebate coupon! I feel like I’m practically being paid to drink. Now I just need to keep track of the coupon and receipt, and make sure I get it in the mail. The odds are against me.
Got out on the Ohio River in my kayak today for the first time since last fall. Even though the weather was a little chilly and cloudy, it felt great to be on the water. Put in at Cox Park, went downstream just a bit to meet up with some other folks, then headed upriver a few miles before turning back for home. A little over five miles in all.
Apparently, I’ve asked very little of my arms since last fall, as they were a little unprepared for the constant rowing. They’re better now after a little ibuprofen and a beer, although I’m typing this with my nose to give my arms a rest. Okay, not really, but it may come to that at work tomorrow.
So, I bought a new couch today (it’s time for my living room to look like an actual grown-up lives here).
As the very nice saleswoman was trying to upsell me on the extended warranty, she mentioned a few things that could leave stains… food, coffee and the like. When that didn’t work, she leaned in, under her breath, and added “bodily fluids” to the list of couch-damaging substances.
I’m never going to her place, that’s for sure… it’s all Scotchgard and semen in her living room!
Dinner tonight: salad and baked potato. And a beer. Then a nap. Nice.
R.E.M.’s newest CD: really great.
Looks like my weekend plans will include some kayaking. Good thing, too, because I haven’t done that since last fall. Here’s hoping it’s just like riding a bike…
Ms. Hellion has challenged me out of blog autopilot by tagging me with a challenge of some sort.
It seems that the rules are as follows:
Rule number one seems to be the key, along with the first part of number two. Number three seems simple enough, but I’m going to ignore rules four and five. This. Must. End.
My memoir: Mostly charmed life, but what now?
Runners up:
That all sounds a little bleak, but it’s not meant that way. Far from it. I’m just at a bit of a fork in the road.
Bobby Bare Jr = weird, but good.
Son Volt = good, without a qualifier. Although they make me wish I had cooler hair.
Long day. Work + evening meeting + show. Off to bed, so I can get to a meeting in the morning.
Oh yeah… blogging.
Okay, this is a little obscure, but did anyone catch the recent swearing in of New York Governor David Paterson (the nation’s first blind governor)? Turns out, the guy is kind of a stand-up comedian, working into his inauguration everything from Jewish weddings to assassination by poisoning. The guy seems sincerely warm and genuine, especially as he gives shout-outs to pretty much everyone in the room. His friendly demeanor is probably very welcome after the unfriendly approach of his predecessor. Oh, and the whores.
If you’re nerdy enough to enjoy such things, the clip is available via C-SPAN. The swearing in starts around 12:25, and the speech begins at 14:00.
Yay!
Boo!
If you aren’t watching Breaking Bad on AMC, you should think about fixing that. It’s good.
