Ebjournal Revisited.

Random Word Generating, for the Masses, Vol. 2

We here at the Ebjournal once in a while run into thoughts that don’t really need elaborating, and are too lame to devote to full posts… so we throw them into one big post, called Random Thoughts by Me.

Away we go…

Rarely do you see anyone running over the geese that permeate the suburbs, yet I see more of their feces everywhere than any raccoon, skunk or deer. Couldn’t we kill two birds with one car?

I want to hate the White Sox, but they aren’t the White Sux. I want to hate the Cubs, and wait, it’s getting easier.

Does taking a deep sniff of your favorite drink before your first sip put you on the road to AA?

The word literate is used to refer to someone with the capacity to read and process written language. The term illiterate refers to someone who is unable to read. The new one for me, though, is aliterate; that is, someone who can read but chooses not to. They don’t like reading, or books, or magazines, or whatever. Interesting population. Are you one of them? (I don’t know where blogs fall into defining aliteracy)

Checking on the food votes: Potato, Bacon, and Cheese, you still hold the top spots. Strawberry , you are trailing slightly, because of your healthy benefits, followed by Steak.

Mushrooms, you’re still on the bottom.

Air-Conditioning, days 2 and 3: Yeah, air conditioning sucks in the car. So I’m not using it anymore. Could this have something to do with the fact that the high here in the western ‘burbs was 75 yesterday, and it’s only going up to 80 today? Yes, yes it does. But I’m still not running the air-conditioner.

“Wow, Ebjournal Guy, your new design is super sweet, and I really like how you have picked up you’re (sic) crappy blogging. Keep up the great work.”
– Comment by my imaginary commenters. People, read, comment, love me. It’s not like I’m doing this for myself. Or are I?–

I absolutely rock at Kids’ Week Jeopardy.

Sadly, even though I watched it last year and rocked it out HARD, the wee little kids are still faster than my play-at-home buzzer.

You’re gullible.

The school panic warnings are flashing even earlier this year. I guess this means that going to grad school, talking about your teaching experiences, and reflecting on changes you are going to make ONLY MAKE YOU CRAZIER IN THE LONG RUN.

If aspartame turns out to be bad for us, I’m going back to original formula Coca-Cola.

No, no I won’t. But friends, we have a serious caffeine problem.

The dryer may quite possibly be on the fritz. But, it happened after the unmentionables load, so I’m good for a week or two.

Golf is the sum of its parts. My scores are consistently horrible, and even though I’m doing some things much, much better, (like hitting out of the tee box, and driving) the things I didn’t used to know about have fallen to crap. Someone teach me how to chip and putt, PLEASE. And if any of you find my lost pitching wedge stroke, please let me know. We used to hang and be cool. Now he’s so aloof.

This is why I miss Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

“BUFFY: Thank you guys so much. You’re like my … fairy godmother and Santa Claus and Q all wrapped up into one.

Riley looks confused.

BUFFY: Q from Bond, not Star Trek.

Xander nods. “ (found the transcriptions here.

So funny, so many levels. What, you don’t get it? Tools.

It’s go time. Wish me luck.

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