It’s been a crazy deadline week for work, so until I have to time to write something, enjoy this sign located in the parking deck of my workplace.  If you squint hard enough, you can see someone drew a falling stick figure.  I don’t even know if this is amusing to anyone else, but I smile each time I see it.

In this day and age of bit torrents and file sharing, I’m one of the few people who don’t actually mind paying for music and movies.  I do view file sharing as stealing from artists and tend not to participate in newsgroups where you can get anything for free.  Were I a poor college student, my attitude might be different but as of right now I buy my music via iTunes and rent my movies through Netflix.

That being said, I have a ...

I’m going to take the rest of the week off from the blog and try to recharge the ol’ mental batteries.  I’ve been a basketcase since coming back from vacation and am in a rotten attitude.  The past few week’s worth of subpar blog entries are a testament to that.  Plan on a new post on Monday, assuming I can get out of this funk which has simply rotted my brain and made me a miserable, unmotivated mope.  I don't want this blog to be a pity party for my unhappiness (not to be confused with anger or ranting, which can cause good writing) so I won't expose you to this side of me if I can help it.

To add a twist to the tributes to George Carlin today, I offer you a list of dirty words he’s not allowed to say, depending on where he is currently residing.

If he’s in Heaven (which, if anyone knows his routine, he’d be surprised as hell if he wound up there), then St. Peter handed him a list of 7 words/phrases he is not allowed to use:

1. Goddamn

Sometimes the eye can be deceived.  I noticed in my beer fridge the other day that a six-pack of a local brew I had purchased seemed to contain a lot less liquid than 12 ounces.  If you see the first picture below, one of the beers appeared to be significantly lower.  The one in the middle was at the same level as the other five but when you compare it to another brewery’s bottle level (Dogfish Head), it was still significantly lower. 

For those of you who grew up in the 70’s and 80’s like I did, you’ll appreciate this t-shirt worn by a coworker yesterday.  We played this all the time in grade school.  Sometimes your opponent would try to cheat by wiggling his "goalpost fingers" as you were about to kick the extra point.  This was when you would aim high and try to make the fooball hit their face in retribution.

In addition to paper football, we also played with 3 pennies.  You would slide one of the pennies between the other 2 without hitting them until you reached your opponent's end of the table.