wish list

The Stressman is temping in my office, and wouldn't ya know they put him in the cube right next to me.

Today I could smell his bologna sandwich as he ate lunch. The fucker's relentless.

The fact that I'm still dealing with shit like that at this stage of my life is discouraging and makes me want to take some personal inventory.

My home life has never been better. I come home and I exhale and I get love and satisfaction everywhere I turn. I sit on the sofa and I read and play and see silly smiling baby face and all is good.

And even the job has been fair. It's just getting me all worked up. A lot of stuff going on, none of it going particularly well.

The end result is I have a nervous gut all day, the way I did the night I fought Tyson back in '87.

I think it'll pass. I just need a couple things to go my way.

I know it.

Here are some (mostly material) things that might help pull me out of my funk:

-a snow day, a real, blizzard-coated snow day when nobody goes to work and I sit home watching Divo'd American Idol and playing with the baby while pistachio shells pile up on my shirt
-a shiny new computer that's more than good enough for my humble needs
-a good game of basketball in which I make an impact instead of standing around holding my shorts and breathing heavily
-a new hoodie
-a good new book about teenagers or suburbs or both
-a new, work-appropriate flannel shirt
-an email from an old friend
-a huge financial windfall
-a beard
-the return of my iPod or the arrival of a replacement that's cooler
-a solid night of sleep
- a couple of beers at the bar, just a couple I swear

-a new CD that gets me excited like a Pointer Sister
-a new blog to read every day
-a marketable skill
-an increased sense of self-worth
-a high five
-a video of someone kicking Dennis Miller in the balls
-a better glove for softball
-a good movie with delicious popcorn
-a compliment
-an injury-free game of touch football, preferably in the snow
-an original thought
-for Baby Bungle to begin speaking and/or assisting with household chores
-a massage
-a fire under my ass
-a cheap and good new place to eat lunch
-baseball season

This guy had the right attitude. Just go for it. By the way, that mug shot woulda made a good whodat, so I hope you read and enjoy the article instead. This page is also kinda fascinating.

Nobody got CDat, although a lot of you were close enough to sniff the ass of the right answer. We were looking for "Darkness on the Edge of Town," which I believe is now my least favorite pre-90's Bruce album.

JW tells me that Clint died in between 2 and 4 movies, depending if you are counting explicit deaths or implied. Not bad.

Here's some Friday Fun. There was a girl named Jenny who worked at the University of Wisconsin Athletic Ticket Office when I was there. An attractive girl who dated several UW athletes. She also taught futire NBA star Michael Finley how to do something that he hadn't learned while growing up. For ten genius points, what skill did she pass on to Mr. Finley?