Old Dog

I am living proof of the concept. My best friends, in fact nearly all of my friends, are women. I do have male friends; some of my oldest and dearest friends are guys. We sit back and talk of the old times, stare lecherously at the girls as they walk by, and enjoy the company that we have kept for decades. I work in a female dominated workplace. I have daughters, no sons. My mom was the strength in my family. I guess I am just conditioned to thrive in the company of women, and frankly I am really good with that. The benefits? I think I understand women better than the average guy. I can speak to women with relative ease. The detractors? I get caught staring at boobs. All the time.

This may be conjecture on my part, but I do think that the technology that we are using right this second has a great deal to do with the disconnect. Think about it. People 35 and under have had an entirely different set of parameters within which to conduct their socialization. You "play" with people online. You "chat" with people online. You text and bbm and message remotely. Ipods, other MP3 players and the like are the offspring of the Sony Walkman, but they seem to be more relevant and as such create a greater degree of self imposed isolation. You grew up in a video game generation, where amusement didn't require interaction with anyone else and if it did, they weren't in the same room. None of this is your fault and none of it is necessarily bad - but it has limited some of the social interactions that were prevalent in the group of people just a few years older than yourselves. The "disconnect" makes it easier to relate to people in remote areas because you can turn them off at will - you can't do that to people in the real world. You have to cope with their everyday problems, their issues, their "chatter" - and it's inescapable - the coping mechanisms of this age don't allow for unplugging and walking away. It's not a condemnation written by an old guy. Hell, I wish I could unplug and tune out some times. In my opinion, it's just an unfortunate outcome of technology, an unanticipated shortcoming of the electronic world where reality is far less accommodating than the self imposed isolationism of your own alternate reality. That was deep. I need a nap.

It happens; live and learn. Your apology is appreciated!

Waking up and feeling okay... but 5 minutes later.... eeek.

Wait a minute... does that mean Pete save the Pete??? Congrats buddy!

Jabba... I am sorry. Meg just.... ummmm.... she just.... ermmmm.... she is just a damn sexy foodie. As for meatloaf.... it's made of meat. That's a good thing. It's tasty. Also a good thing. It tends to be a bit greasy... oh well... two out of three ain't bad. ;)

Surprisingly for a sub $20 wine, Robert Parker has given an amazing rating : ... 90 R. Parker ... "alluring bouquet of earth, smoke, rhubarb, cherry and strawberry. Supple and tasty. Totally over delivers for its humble price". 750 ml.

We must gormandize.

Meatloaf is one of those non pretentious foods that screams of childhood memories. You probably won't find on the menu of fine dining establishments... but that doesn't mean that people don't enjoy it. It's comfort food. It's like sloppy joes, or macaroni and cheese... creative tasty meals that weren't overly expensive but were filling. Meals served on a table. On plates. Surrounded by family. Meatloaf is like a link to childhood, to mom, to siblings, to a more carefree existence. It's like Saturday morning cartoons. Like riding a bike. It's a fort made with pillows, a blanket and a card table. It's grandma and grandpa. It's penny candy. Meatloaf. It's more than meets the eye.

... or you could say, "What the hell. I am here, let's do it!" You might just be pleasantly surprised about what your type really is!

I like Lee Richards, if not for a myriad of other reasons, for actually using the phrase "pecker weightlifters" in a sentence in a public forum.

One of these things just doesn`t belong here....

speaking of thieves..... Our Lady Peace - Thief

replacing yesterday's offering.....

A massage with a different ending??? Hmmmm. I once got a massage by a butcher's wife. He came home early and chased me with a meat cleaver. That was a different ending than I anticipated. My grandma used to massage my tummy to make sure that I didn't have trapped gas. I would toot and the massage would end. That would be a different ending too.

another Dylan cover.... but with a twist. Everyone knows that Jim Hendrix took this song and made it his own, but in 1978 this British band took their own stab at it..... XTC - All Along the Watchtower.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnRaVa7J5Rg

Congrats my friend!!!

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