Beautiful day. Makes you glad to be alive, doesn't it.

The problem with Spring is that it just isn't that pretty. So you ask, "But, Bob that's when all the pretty flowers come out, isn't it?" Yes, Yes, but i am talking about before that. A winter's worth of road salt and sand comes to the fore as the snow piled up by a succession of plows is revealed melts away. In my neighborhood last years dead leaves lie under the snow cover. Without that cover the green-brown lawns and the various hues of dead-brown leaves are revealed. Green and brown are not among my favorite colors and a palette of them is completely unappealing.

But when a spring thaw, complete with 50+ degree temperatures arrives on February 7 it is a beautiful thing. Unfortunately i will be unable to get the T-Bird out on Tuesday when temperatures are expected to reach 58°. I'll be spending the day working at the office and getting things around for the board meeting.


Now on to the random observation portion of today's post:

If you are going to be a teen-age punk, isn't it a good idea to not look like a teen-age punk. Running around looking like someone who causes trouble is a good way to attract suspicion, especially when you are out at night doing things that could get you into trouble. Someone should point this fact out to the teenager i saw last night.

Pretty girls don't have to do math, but isn't it nice when they can at least do simple arithmetic. "Okay I am really dumb at math. So if it's sixteen o'five and you give me twenty o'five, how much do you get back?" This question was actually posed to me last night as i picked up my calzones.

I spelled everything out so that those of you with math backgrounds and the more left-brain oriented readers would not have too much of an advantage in arriving at four. Four dollars.

The hostess was unable to reach this number. I don't think she knew where the pictographs for change were on her touch screen and was unable to calculate my change in her pretty little head. But as in every case there was a man around to do math for her, in this case: me. As long as she never moves to Themyscira she should be fine.


The gods of Magic love a humble man. I've already written a full post of how i was laid low by my pride in a game against Sam, but this time divine intervention came down on my side. In a three-on-three draft Sam and Chris were defeated by Ed. Ed's and Cody's victories led to our team's win. Without a doubt Ed is one of the most humble men i know, and his victories seemed miraculous. Sam got to witness these miracles, but more from the Egyptian side. Apparently the rain of frogs is less fun when it is happening to you.

Finally, a new five dollar challenge. The first person to post the source of this blog's title will win five bucks. Stephanie should win, but she doesn't come to Myspace anymore so the contest is wide open.

Later

Bob