Santa, Easter Bunny, Turkey and Leprechauns Holiday Figures Get Funky

Just some stupid twist on traditional holiday figures.

Pi Day. I love Pie. Where Has the Time Gone?

I can't believe I completely almost overlooked that it was Pi-Day...March 14th, 3-14, 3.14. How awesome is that!!! I love pie. I've always wanted pie instead of cake for birthdays. Pies are moist and succulent where cake is dry and blah (that is why you need milk). No milk needed for pie...coffee or nothing will do. Then there are all the pie innuindoes...MMMM!...PIE. Happy Pi Day!

On another note...for most people their day can't go fast enough. Not me. Since TIME is one of the few assets I have, when it goes by unused, wasted, or too fast it is like taking money and flushing it. Yesterday, and the last few days, I don't know where the time has gone. (yea I see the obvious joke with the time change everyone lost an hour), but it seems lately before I know it it is mid-afternoon. Please just slow down. A far as being a sloppy writer...It is just a condition. As hard as I try, it seems inevitable that I leave a word out. I don't know how it happens. I know what I want to write, I hear it in my head, but for some reason the word never makes it out of my pen. It is something I've recognized for years. Once, really early in my career, right out of college, I even put down on my annual review, Things I can improve on: Spelling is what I put. Looking back as if my boss could really give a crap. I'm sure the HR department was looking for something work better in a TEAM...fuck them, I can't carry the whole damn company...it is every man for himself. Give me my raise bitch!

Jon Hamm Bashes on Idiots, Thank you. Really.

Jon Hamm says, “Whether it’s Paris Hilton or Kim Kardashian or whoever, stupidity is certainly celebrated,” the Mad Men star told the magazine (Elite UK), adding, “Being a f—ing idiot is a valuable commodity in this culture because you’re rewarded significantly….It’s celebrated. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

Hooray, for someone putting it out there. It has not yet stopped amazing me the endless stream of things that can garner their own show. Every time I see one I just shake my head and a remark to my family...if they can do it, surely we can be a reality TV show...really! All we need to do is film one another, edit in some over dramatized narration, and wham-o, we have a show. Hell, my life is such a mess right now, I can't imagine in not being interesting to someone else who wants to waller in my misery to lift themselves up.

HAIL to the Pencil. The Empathetic Writing Tool

Okay, so I dedicated, well maybe dedicated is too formal a description, more like a study...yea, a study in the symmetry of the humble pencil. That mostly forgotten school day companion. The old Number 2 to your Number 1. The mandatory writing implement when doing math, because he was full of forgiveness. The pencil, unlike the pen, is full of compassion, he knows you make mistakes, and hence brings his own eraser, but yet would not begrudge you for using a stand-by eraser. Who was there for every standardized test...the Pencil. Who wouldn't run dry...the pencil. He could be sharpened at the front of the classroom with a few quick cranks on the sharpener. The ultimate sacrifice , giving you his all. But now he, The PENCIL PAL, mostly resides in the bottom of the junk drawer, or maybe he can be found in the tool box, but never does he get to attend those business meetings, those fancy dinners, those check writing and contract signing events. I think we should declare a PENCIL day (date to be announced later) HAIL TO THE PENCIL.

Mother Farts To Make Point. Idea Stinks.

I've got boys, for kids that is, and...well boys will be boys...not that I condone everything, and not that I don't school, chastise and otherwise correct their social miscues, I do...but they unfortunately have a certain comfort level, and a majority rule mentality when it comes to farting in front of their mother. And when it occurs, their mother will verbally brow beat them regarding her disgust with their cavalier attitude, to which the response is normally laughter on their part. They just think it is funny. The threat was thrown out there the other day by me, to them, "what if your mother would just start ripping farts in front of your friends, guys and girls"...from that threat the whole idea of how funny it would be, then it would be posted by their friends on Facebook, and Twitter, and picked

up by the local media, "Mother's Fart For Discipline..Stinks", eventually, it would go viral, and finally would wind her up on the Today Show being interviewed by Ann Curry, in a very typical manner of fake concern and desire to stir the emotions.

Pressure Creates Change

Without a doubt I feel a constant burden. Working at home creates no separation of time, space, or pressure. It is always here, because I'm always here. (E-gad imagine living at your office). Pressure does create change, i.e. the old coal to diamond analogy, but do I really want to be hardened? The more pressure I'm under to perform or get results, especially if it comes at the expense of my time, or knowledge, the less forgiving I become. I've only got finite resources, and I'm pretty good about rationing them to last. Lately I've made some changes to the BoonDawgoggle Blog. If you've been secretly watching you'll notice, but my impression is there is no one watching. I could dance naked here and not worry (some would say I wouldn't worry anyhow). You can see from the sketch pad I've illustrated the office cohorts piling on, and the possible change in logo for the blog.