People always say, "Hey, Rob, what's the toughest part about keeping a blog? Is it coming up with things to write about? Keeping a regular schedule? Keeping it fresh?" Actually, the hardest part for me is remembering the password. So after a few tries, I'm back in! And, boy, do I have some thoughts!
For instance, they say an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Actually, it depends. Because I find that some watermelon each day keeps sex away. And ever since I started fermented potatoes, I have yet to run into a cardiologist. Coincidence?
Like Mary, I used to have a little lamb. Unlike Mary, that sucker got butchered i and had some delicious mutton for a week. (It wasn't so little). Hey, don't blame me, blame the dumb lamb.
I didn't get much accomplished at work this week, but that's never something I worry about since time isn't real.
Sleepwalking is old news. Lately I've been sleep belly dancing. I know this because when I wake up, my obliques are as sore as they were when I was exercising my way to more sculpted abs in that belly dance fitness class at the local gym. Also, my neighbor saw me.
I've been thinking about getting a new look: more hair. But not in a place you would think.
All this time I've been telling people I have a Masters in Humanities cause I thought that was just a made-up word. Turns out there's actually a course like that, and now I've gotta give a lecture in Sharjah.
This morning I woke up with two thought-provoking questions: "How come my feet are cold? It's roasting outside," and "can you put socks in the toaster?"
One last thought: There's no such thing as a free lunch, but if you go to the Holiday Inn on Airport Road between 6 and 10 in the morning there's a continental breakfast and they don't ask questions if you carry a suitcase and some old plane tickets and look like you're in a rush.
For instance, they say an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Actually, it depends. Because I find that some watermelon each day keeps sex away. And ever since I started fermented potatoes, I have yet to run into a cardiologist. Coincidence?
Like Mary, I used to have a little lamb. Unlike Mary, that sucker got butchered i and had some delicious mutton for a week. (It wasn't so little). Hey, don't blame me, blame the dumb lamb.
I didn't get much accomplished at work this week, but that's never something I worry about since time isn't real.
Sleepwalking is old news. Lately I've been sleep belly dancing. I know this because when I wake up, my obliques are as sore as they were when I was exercising my way to more sculpted abs in that belly dance fitness class at the local gym. Also, my neighbor saw me.
I've been thinking about getting a new look: more hair. But not in a place you would think.
All this time I've been telling people I have a Masters in Humanities cause I thought that was just a made-up word. Turns out there's actually a course like that, and now I've gotta give a lecture in Sharjah.
This morning I woke up with two thought-provoking questions: "How come my feet are cold? It's roasting outside," and "can you put socks in the toaster?"
One last thought: There's no such thing as a free lunch, but if you go to the Holiday Inn on Airport Road between 6 and 10 in the morning there's a continental breakfast and they don't ask questions if you carry a suitcase and some old plane tickets and look like you're in a rush.
