I don't drink the caffeine anymore, but...

Look what they served for lunch today at work.

it is indeed black.

I am now...

A hybrid driver. The charger is off to a new owner. I am currently getting 36 mpg average in an escape hybrid. Hoping that holds.

Political protest idea

Here's my new idea. Political cake decorating, and I don't mean fourth of July cakes. I mean anti torture and anti patriot act and anything else you might feel strongly about, but find others not willing come around on. Imagine you are facing down angry mobs opposed to your stance on global warming. What could spark a meeting in the middle like a big sheet of cake depicting the ravenous effects of melting ice caps?

Who doesn't love cake? Offices everywhere prove daily you can bring any group together with a cake. You get to fill the gobs of angry mobs with the best of your arguments. Give the biggest and angriest one the corner piece where all that is left of a once huge glacier retreats at alarming pace.

Anyone good with frosting? Even if they don't come around, it shuts them up for a bit anyway!

The first bit of something I'm writing.

A person can see both blocks of 1st St, and all three blocks of Main St from the top of the hardware store. It’s mostly a tar spill with a billboard graveyard poking out of it. Once upon a time there was optimism that this town would grow with the arrival of an interstate, but after the giant skeletons went onto the roofs, the highway was diverted with the advertisers, and the disproportionate metal rectangles stayed atop the hardware store for decades attracting nothing but bird shit and lightning. The ladies who were at the coffee shop at the time had heard all about his first encounter with the lightning from his oldest and only local daughter. She had kept with tradition and told the story, as you do, leaving out her darkest suspicions.

The storm announced itself a few hours ahead of the precipitation by darkening the horizon and electrifying the living things. The old man climbed to the roof unnoticed amid the flurry of preparations. Folks made hurried choices. Home or duck into the coffee shop? Pick up the kids or call and tell them to stay in the school? There were a couple of spots to check the forecast in town. Hanley’s bar had cable with an all day weather channel, and the hardware store always had the radio on. A small group gathered in the bank vestibule as the wind started to pick up and the first chilling drops hit hunched over figures under whatever makeshift cover they held overhead. The bank manager had locked up the interior door, but left the outer door for anyone who needed cover, and then made his own dash to the coffee shop.

what i did at work tonight.

recognize this?

Gag Me with a Spoon

Twenty years after this fine phrase died out, I believe we have it's substitute. In the last year or two, I've noticed a huge upswing in the use of the phrase "I just threw up in my mouth a little." Is it just me in California, or is this widespread?

P.S. Don't even get me started on the whole "douchebag" retro-revolution.