Back in my heyday I would have said that I'd prefer to be reproductive than productive, but, aww who am I fooling. I am still in my heyday. Oh Captain, my captain, I shall let loose with my own Barbaric Yawp.
Listen to me roar and let my enemies tremble. Ok, one of these days I'll have to tell the story of the time I got in a fist fight in high school tried to intimidate the other guy by screaming at him. It didn't work so well. He hit me in the mouth.
But what did work was not falling down. I suspect that he wet his pants when I didn't turn tail and flee. And now these many years I can turn a different sort of tale.
Drove by the ruins of my old apartment building and stared at the framework of a new condo complex. I had neighbors who smoked so much marijuana I suspect that 13 years later the construction workers are going to get a contact high.
Lots more to share, but not enough time to do so. If you haven't been here in a while here is a list of recent posts. Beneath that is a partial list of the music I listened to while stuck in my garage.
I Have Turned Into My Father
She Broke My Penis
Surviving The Family Barbecue- July 4, 2008
What Is Your Number One Tip For Building Traffic to The Blog
Gas Prices- When Will It Stop
How Hard Is it To Audioblog
Steam Room Politics
What Should Children Learn in School?
And your blast from the past:
You Should be A Rabbi
Do you Have Blog Envy?