What to do...

What the hell is a blogger to do when they realize their life is not interesting to blog about?

I guess we'll have to ponder this one...

Happy New Year.

Just in case anyone still reads this thing,

Happy New Year to all.

Random thought of the day.

Here I am, In my mid thirties, decent job, nice little house, father of a superb 3 year-old.

And then It dawned on me.

I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. And I think I'm already there.
Is it possible to float through life like this?

Scary stuff.

Breaking news!!!

For those of you who didn't know:

I like eggs.

Worst Blogger Ever. Part Deux

So I haven't written anything this year so far.

Yes, that makes me a bad person, and a HORRIBLE blogger,

I'll try and do better for my imaginary audience.

Absolutely Nothing

I am a bad blogger. It is now mid-February and not a single post for the new year?

I should surely be put in the Blogging hall of shame.

And tonight, I was planning on a masterpiece of a post, while sitting at work, in a blizzard, for the overnight shift that I love so much.

But then it happened.

"The French Connection" is on AMC.

Thankfully, I have some microwave popcorn in my desk.

Until next time.

Happy New Year.

I would just like to take a fleeting moment of what is left of 2005 to wish everyone a Happy New Year. We all have things to be thankful for, and hopefully 2006 will continue to bring us good fortune.

Enjoy.

WooHoo!

Transit Strike is (temporarily) over.

I think it was my threat of flogging Roger Toussaint.

Gratuities can be left at the Sluggo-Compound.

On a side note, since I've been tied up with this little strike nonsense, and now have one (1) day to all of my Christmas shopping, I will take this time to wish my faithful readers (both of you) A Merry Christmas/Happy (C)Hanukah/Bitchin' Festivus.

Transit Strike in NYC

I have to sit and wonder.

How many days will it be until the citizens of New York City demand a public flogging of TWU Local leader Roger Toussaint?

I'm guessing sometime in the next 8 and a half minutes.

This has got to stop. Now.

Deep thought of the moment. (Part Deux)

As I sit here working in the middle of the night, I have got to wonder.

What the hell would "The History Channel" show if the Nazis didn't film everything?

Sixty years after their defeat, they (more or less) have their own cable TV channel.

Time for a little self-indulgence

OK, like everyone else on the planet with an internet connection, I've been 'tagged' more times than I can remember, and now for my blogging public (yes, both of you.) I will finally respond to the 'tags' with the answers you have been waiting so long for.

Me, Me, Me

1 - 10 Years ago - I was working for a different agency, and learning more of the right (and especially the wrong, which I was much better at) ways to do things.

2 - 5 Years Ago - I was preparing for the Y2K bug to wipe humanity from the face of the earth. I was also making final arrangements to buy a co-op. Wow. Talk about hedging your bets.

3 - 1 Year ago - I was preparing for Christmas for the Sluggo-baby. We were also finishing some major construction of the Sluggo-compound which had forced us to move out of the house for almost 4 months.

4 - Yesterday - Sluggo-baby and I spent the whole day in a toasty-warm house, chasing each there around and having a jolly-old time.

5 - Today - I am work, having a profound effect on the world around me. Or maybe I'm just trying to keep myself amused.

6 - Tomorrow - I will take the Sluggo-baby to Camp Grandma for a day of spoiling. (for both of us! WooHoo!)

7 - 5 Snacks I enjoy - Gum, Ice cream, pretzels, Cannoli, and the world's greatest invention: The Chipwich

8 - 5 Bands - Rolling Stones, Nine Inch Nails, Pink Floyd, Ozzy, Pet Shop Boys (A guilty pleasure)

9 - What would I do with $100,000,000? - Throw a massive party to be remembered for all the ages, then bail everyone invited out of jail. Live happily ever after.

10 - A place I would like to run away to? - A beach (with internet access, of course) and a bartender there wouldn't hurt, either.

11 - 5 Bad habits - Procrastination, Lousy diet, Procrastination, Daydreaming, and Procrastination

12 - 5 things I like doing - Video games, eating red meat, reading, driving on a summer day with the windows down, and napping.

13 - 5 TV Shows I like - The Simpsons, Rome, The Sopranos, and anything on the History and/or Discovery channels.

14 - Famous people I'd like to meet - Bill Clinton, because I imagine him to be a BLAST to party with.

15 - Biggest joy of the moment - A smile from my daughter.

16 - Favorite toys - Computer, Sawzall

17 - 5 People to tag - Anybody who feels the need.

Deep thought of the moment.

Sometimes, when I'm at work in the middle of the night, I ponder the complexities of life and try to figure out the mysteries of the universe.

But then I have to stop, because it makes my head hurt.

Election Day.

Alright, people. It's Election Day. Time go get up off your butts and vote for something, against something, or to randomly slide little levers around a voting booth.

And, just think, no matter what the results, you'll have something to complain about for the next 4 years!

Syrup, Syrup Everywhere. But not a drop to drink.

Well, what can I say. New York City now smells like maple syrup.
I think it's a giant conspiracy by the IHOP people to drum up 3Q profits.

Either that or Aunt Jemima is just working off a sugar buzz.

Good Smell Perplexes New Yorkers - New York Times

New York Daily News - City News - Michael Daly: We know rotten, but a sweet smell?

New York Post Online Edition: news

Newsday.com: Syrup odor safe, but spreading

Dammit, now I want a McGriddle.

This means war.

One of the few things I did accomplish when I was on vacation was (sort-of) cleaning my home office. It it was only when I got to the "shred" pile that I realized the sheer volume of junk mail that I get. The picture, although not my own, is a pretty good representation of the amount of credit card and other solicitations that I had received during my two week hiatus from work. Then it dawned upon me: I am ALREADY on the "Do Not Call, Do Not Mail, Do Not Look At, and pretty much every other "Do Not" list that's out there.

So now, just to make myself feel better, I mail back the empty envelopes. If I'm really motivated (a rarity); I enclose a genuine handful of Sluggo-brand shredded paper. Because, as we all know, me mailing back these envelopes, will SURELY bankrupt these massive credit card companies, who then will leave me alone.

Somehow, I doubt it will work. But it does keep me amused.

Laziness... Is it contagious?

As I sit around the Sluggo-compound, halfway through another 'vacation.' I am forced to ponder another of the universe's great mysteries. It's a classic. The Immovable Object Vs. The irresistible force.

Of course, because I don't have a multi-million dollar government grant to study this problem we will have to conduct this experiment with the materials readily available.

For our purposes, the Immovable Object will be my butt firmly planted in front of the computer playing Day of Defeat:Source (if you do not know what this is, you might be better off. It is an all-consuming way of life, but I digress.) The irresistible Force will be represented by Mrs. Sluggo and her ever-growing list of things to be done around the Sluggo compound.

So far, the immovable object has moved quite a few times in response to the irresistible force, but it was all in the name of intergalactic peace.

Stephan Hawking, where are you when I truly need you the most.

I remember.

Mmmmm.. Caffeine.

I can admit it. I love caffeine. It is a vitamin, a nutrient, a friend, and the warm blankie of the adult world.

Now, some do-gooder is trying to tell me that this sweet mothers-milk is not the pure ambrosia that it purports itself to be? Blasphemy.

Actually, it's kinda cool to see how much of the stuff it would take to kill you. Especially since the dosages are not outside the realm of possibility.

Energy Fiend � Death by Caffeine

The Ultimate 80's Quiz!!!

Yes. I fell for the gimmick.

I wasted the last 10 minutes of my life answering 100 questions about the 80's.

I am so lame, and finally realize that I have wasted major portions of my precious life doing absolutely worthless things. And now it's your turn.

By the way. I got an 85.



The Ultimate 80's Quiz!!!

Back to the salt mine.

Vacation was wonderful. Sluggobaby likes to jump in the waves.

I've even survived my first foray back into work. Thanks to all of you who even noticed I was missing for a week. Oh, the joy of being loved.

Anyway, that's it for now. I just feel bad when I don't blog something at least once a week.

Dog days of summer?

OK. It's *really* hot out.

At least I'm on vacation, playing Mr. Mom, and sending the Mrs. to work every morning.

Ah, yes. The wonderful feeling of waking up with the Mrs.; helping her get ready for a day at work, and then going back to bed for 2 more hours.

I could really get used to this.

Happy Birthday to me

Well, well, well.

Here we are. Well, if I live until Thursday, I will have made it to the ripe old age of 34. (if anyone knows anything which could change my plans of living well past Thursday, please let me know. Thanks!)

It's amazing how little of the last 17 years I remember.
Some of that is pretty predictable. (4.5 years at a "Party" college can do that)

But the rest of it... It really is amazing how much you can forget ad how the days, weeks, months and years all start to meld together into one continuous haze.
Except, now there are no more 53 day drinking binges to blame it on.

Now that I really don't have the time to go drinking, I wonder if it is possible to get a hangover by simply going to work? Because it feels like it half the time.

Why wasn't I born rich instead of incredibly good looking. (That's sarcasm.)

Other than that bit of melancholy (which pops up every birthday past 30); Life is pretty damn good. Sluggobaby and Mrs. Sluggo are doing well, Construction projects on the Sluggo compound (Or should it be called the Slug-Cave, in a fine comic book tradition) are coming to successful closure.

Sky News : Clinton Offered 40 Goats For Daughter

...and what the hell was I thinking, spending sever thousand dollars on a diamond engagement ring for Mrs. Sluggo, when all I had to REALLY do is come up with some quality livestock.

This is just more proof that men will never figure women out.

Sky News : Clinton Offered 40 Goats For Daughter

Breaking news

From one of my favorite web sites:

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Paris, July 14, 2005--AP and UPI reported that the French government has raised its terror alert level from RUN to HIDE on their four-level danger scale. The two higher French danger levels are Surrender and Collaborate. According to informed sources, the rise was precipitated by a fire yesterday which destroyed France's white flag factory, effectively paralyzing its military. In light of the recent attacks in London, it is widely anticipated that the terror alert will be elevated to the third level before the weekend.

London Calling

M E M O R A N D U M

To: Terrorists
From: Sluggo

Subject: New data

My friends at NASA have just come back with some startling data.

In the event of a "successful" suicide bomber attack, rumor has it that you will receive your reward of 72 virgins in the afterlife.

However, the complexities of the female reproductive system would seem to implicate that at any one time, you will be surrounded by approximately 18 women with PMS, MS or Post-MS.

Judging by how much havoc 1 woman with PMS can cause, maybe you guys are really getting what you deserve.

Salaam un alaikum,
-Slug

Blogthings - What Slanguage Do You Speak?

Language is a bit of a hobby of mine. After all, I use it every day.
OK, OK. The days that I'm not dead drunk drooling on myself.

That being said, I have been known on occasion to use a "colorful euphanism" or two.

It's kind of scary where you pick things up.

Blogthings - What Slanguage Do You Speak?

Welcome to the land of Sluggo.

Welcome to the land of Sluggo.

Who is Sluggo, you might ask?

Sluggo was the name given to my-then unborn child, before we knew the gender, or even knew pretty much anything about the little amorphous blob of cells that was growing inside of Mrs. Sluggo (otherwise known as Sluggo's mommy.)

I, of course, am Mr. Sluggo (otherwise known as Sluggo's daddy.)

By the way, the SluggoBaby is now a 2 year old baby girl.

Now I just like the name, it just makes me smile. Everyone can be a Sluggo. Mrs. Sluggo is not that keen on it, thinking that "Sluggo" is not particularly a girly nickname, but who cares.

I like it.