A Thought For The Day.

Why I am not an accountant, or perhaps why I should be one: I don't think of the soda machine as selling Diet Cokes for $1.25. I think of it as selling three laundry quarters for $2. The Diet Coke is free.

--Anonymous

(From a discussion board about the demolition of the Chicago Sun-Times building, just north and west of the Michigan Avenue bridge in Chicago. What it has to do with that topic is beyond me, but I liked the perspective.)

A Thought For The Day.

Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true.

--Homer Simpson

Something Else To Chuckle About.

Thanks, JQP for the joke...made me spit water across the room and short-circuit my laptop...

During a good manners and etiquette class, the teacher says to her students:"If you were courting a well educated young girl from a prominent family and during a dinner for two you needed to go to the toilet, what would you say to her?"Mike replies "Wait a minute, I'm going to take a piss"The teacher says : "That would be very rude and improper on your part."Charlie replies: "I'm sorry I need to go to the toilet, I'll be back in a minute."The teacher says : "That's much better but to mention the word "toilet" during a meal, is unpleasant."And Johnny says: "My dear, please excuse me for a moment. I have to go shake hands with a personal friend, whom, I hope, to be able to introduce to you after dinner. "

A Thought For The Day.

Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.

- George S. Patton Jr

That which does not make you stronger, kills you; more introspection.

Heart Bypass Survivor Pedals Across U.S., Then Dies
(from the Associated Press)
ANDERSON, Ind. -- A cycling enthusiast's "trip of a lifetime" has turned out to be his last.
One day after finishing a cross-country bike ride, he died of a heart attack.
Broc Bebout, 57, had pedaled from California to Georgia. He was stricken Thursday on the drive back home to Indiana. A fellow rider said an ambulance arrived within minutes, but Bebout couldn't be saved.
His wife said bicycling had brought her husband nearly 20 years of good health after he had quadruple-bypass surgery at age 39.
She said that, for him, the cross-country ride was "a trip of a lifetime."
"We all have a list of things we like to say we did," she said. For him, "that was right up there at the top."

I'm gonna hoist my Ultimate Double Whopper (with Double Cheese and Double Bacon) in memory of this fine Hoosier tomorrow at lunch. I suggest you do the same.

My pledge to you, Gentle Reader.

Funny to think that I used to do this kind of stuff every day for a living--below government poverty standards, but a living nonetheless--and now i find it hard to put down a few thoughts once every eight weeks or so. I promise that from here on out, I'll try to do better.

I also vow to eat more King Gyros before coming into work, so I can blow Billy out of the room right on time, and have it all to myself. Dammit--I gotta have some selfish habits.

And I swear on a Tennessee Mart Slurpee (Cherry, not frozen Coke) to be nicer to people that interrupt my quiet revelries at friendly drinking establishments, and remember that they feel a certain bond--in certain cases, even a cosmic one--with me; and that i should embrace and appreciate their efforts to share their world with me, and mine with them. That these people, whether old and dear friends, newer aquaintances, or never-met-before passers-by, all appear on my path for a reason--and all have something to share.

Want some introspection? Take that, Nietzsche, you bitch!

I read this in college, but Cliff's Notes didn't have the same introspection; or, A Thought For The Day.

Growth in wisdom may be exactly measured by decrease in bitterness.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

(A friend passed this along today of all days. Coincidence? Maybe.

Nah....more meant to be, meant to be. When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.)

Cake for Pie.

More to write later...but timing is everything, and my timing is notoriously bad -- so I had to do this in a timely manner. Couldn't let the day go by without marking the occasion...28 candles. Wow. A long way from dinner at Casa's with your family for number 21. And we still haven't come to terms....
My heart is like the big Fox and Fox tire on Sherman Street. Even after all this time, you can still see where the love was-- sort of like the St. Marys during spring flood season. And even though the river's now back in its banks, it could swell up and threaten at any moment....hence the complex system of walls designed to keep what's in in...and what's out out.
Anyway, I hope that makes things a little clearer. You know who you are. Have some pepperoni pizza from Clara's, and a glass of Mondoro Asti, and know that I thought of you.

Why Second Grade.

The first question you might have, Gentle Reader, is why Second Grade as the name of this blog? There are a couple of reasons for this.

1. It's crudely done...sort of like that drawing you made in second grade, you took home, and your Mom put on the refrigerator-- even though it wasn't that good.

2. It's occasionally sophomoric-- sinple thoughts, and simple humor-- sort of like....Second Grade.

3. (and most important) My favorite bar has a nice secluded booth in the middle of the back room, against the far wall, with a sign above it marked "Second Grade". For as long as I can remember, that's where I've gone to escape the sometimes overwhelming hubbub in the bar (which I attend to escape the hubbub of life.) Second Grade (the 'real' one) is that space-- described in the profile on the right.

Second Grade is the perfect place to learn, observe, grow, and just be yourself--whether you're seven, and roaming the halls at Anthony Wayne Elementary School, or whether you're over 21 and sitting in the booth at the bar. Welcome to Second Grade!

Welcome to my blog.

Well, I've officially become an Internet geek. I even have a blog. Three problems i see already with this thing....

1.) I don't always have something to say.
2.) I get distracted really easily.....

See what I mean? I couldn't even get to number three. I have a tendency to go online...and stay there for hours.....and then not go online for days/weeks. Sort of like my visits to the 'real' Second Grade. But...here we go. Onward into the good night.....