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.
This post gets kind of yucky. If you are easily disgusted or offended, please move along to another wep page now.
When we last visited, I was elated to finally be able to move back to my newly air-conditioned house. All is getting back to normal now — the yard is clear of debris, and repairs have been made to the minor damage that we had. Our cable line is still lying on the ground, which means I haven’t had television or high-speed internet at home since labor day (16 days now), but we’re managing to get by.
Now I have to rewind, going back to our Florida trip. We went out there for a wedding in Shelly’s family. During the course of events, I found out that Shelly’s mother checks my site every day. So this post is for her.
Here’s what I’m listening to right now. I like the song, and the lyrics describe my mood right now perfectly. Well, maybe the lyrics have a little more anger in them than I do, but I feel that powerful.
I can split the atoms of a molecule.
(Not a single atom. But ones tied to a molecule? No prob.)
I don’t know if you have talked to anyone in Baton Rouge, so I’ll give you a quick update on how it looks.
Pretty bad.
The storm blew through all of the daylight hours Monday, with wind up to 95 mph. There’s been much debate about whether it was worse in Baton Rouge than Andrew or Rita (which the consensus holds as the worst so far), and I’m going to go with Gustav over those. In fairness, I was passed out drunk through the meat of Andrew (it was in college), but if it were all that serious, something would have woken me up.
I watched the Democratic National Convention this week with an eye toward statistics. Here are a few tidbits for you.
I was commuting from my house to downtown Baton Rouge Tuesday morning. This is normally a five-minute proposition, but today, I can’t catch anything but red lights. You know the magical device that you’ve dreamed of? The one where you can hit a button and the light changes to green for you? Well, it was just like I had one of those in reverse.
Once I sat through the first 5 reds, I got downtown, where there is a light at every block. I got stopped block after block after block. Three times, I tried to change my luck by turning to a different street, and all three times I saw a yellow signal at the end of the block in front of me.
I heard that Michael Phelps has something like 40 or 50 million dollars worth of endorsements lined up for him when he returns home. That’s an example of marketing dollars badly spent, and I’ll tell you why.
First and foremost, 85% of the people in the world will forget all about Phelps as soon as they blow out the Olympic flame at the end of the closing ceremonies Sunday. The last 15% will forget him altogether four days later, as the king of all sports (college football) kicks off once again.
