I’ve got nothing to blog about. I’ve done nothing out of the ordinary, had no interesting bowel movements, have no unusual hair growing out of unusual places. We’ve had no unusual weather; there’s nothing worth mentioning in local sports. Anyway, here’s a glimpse into my life the last couple of weeks.
NFL Stat of the Week: from the Oakland Raiders box score last Sunday
77 Total yards.
14 minute and change time of possession
One day early last week, I was listening to a radio show out of Washington DC on an internet stream. Somehow, it came up that one of the hosts hasn’t french kissed his wife in a decade. A younger, unmarried producer in the studio found that hard to believe, and they argued a bit about whether that was typical.
Then, they took a poll by text message. Since I was sitting at the computer anyway, I sent a text in.
A couple days after Baton Rouge announced that the first pass of Hurricane Gustav debris pick up had been completed, I took this picture:
A couple of keepers from the mailbag. First, from a political email thread in September.
Sent: Thursday, September 11, 2008 9:01:50 A.M.
To: rhodes22-list@rhodes22.org
Subject: [Rhodes22-list] Brad, now my turn:Brad,
now my turn: tell me how she differs from George.
something? - anything?
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I don’t even know how long it’s been since I typed up one of these. I have a lot of ground to cover, and a lot of ground I won’t get to, as I’m in the middle of an ultra-busy two weeks. After next week, I’ll get back to one or two blogs a week, a regular photo of the day, and a link of the week update every week. But for this week and next, you’ll just have to settle for what I can puke out, a minute here and a minute there.
This past weekend, we went on a little excursion to New York. We ate pretty good, drank in some cool bars, walked up and down the Avenues people watching and shopping. Monday evening, we met several other people at Flatiron Lounge.
I defy you to add a Table of Contents to your Microsoft Word Document without screwing up the formatting on your headings and having to spend at least a half hour trying to make it right again.
Go ahead. I dare you.
It can’t be done.
Did you guys know that today is my birthday?
Why don’t you send me an email and wish me a good one.
