Stuff I think About...Sometimes

A few odds and ends before I shut down for the night. Sometimes I think that I was born 20 years too late and 20 years too early. Yes, that is a contradiction, but I am consistent in my contradictions.

Money doesn't make you happier, but it does a damn fine job of helping you discover the things that do. I am not materialistic, at least I don't really think so. But I admit that I have a list of things that I want that require more than just a couple of bucks.

Here is an incomplete list of those things:

1. I'd like to have a house that includes a library. I want built in shelves and a media center inside it with big overstuffed chairs and a fireplace.
2. I want to travel more often than I have been as of late. I'd like to visit every continent at least once.
3. I'd like to have enough cash to go back to school just for the heck of it. It might be nice to get a degree that is useless for no other reason than for fun.
4. Back to travel, it would be cool to have enough cash to have a private jet. 

That is enough for now. All of those are subject to change and or modification at a moments notice, by whim or reason.

I want to write a book, turn it into a screenplay and then make a movie out of it. I have an idea for a character that I want to create. He is separate from the book. Been thinking about him a lot lately, would turn him into a website and  a t-shirt.

I still want to do the Ironman when I am 50. It is not important to win, just to finish.

Sometime in the future I think that I'll move this blog over to Wordpress and grab my own domain. It is time to make some changes.

Every time I see someone stick a gun in their waistband I envision a trip to the ER. Let's be honest, men want to be blown, but how embarrassing would it be to accidentally blow your boys away. How silly.

I have no desire to be on reality television, but if I did I would probably be a villain. It would be far more fun to be a complete caricature of myself. Still, I'd rather not do any of it. I like being an ordinary civilian who can go to the store without being chased by the paparazzi.

Sometimes I look at the popular blogs and roll my eyes. Can't decide if it is because I am truly envious of their popularity or if it is contempt because of how they made it.

Not sure how I feel about seeing Starbuck on 24. Some things are far more important, but every now and these little details catch my eye. ;)

One more thought,Who do you think was more surprised by the firestorm they landed in, Tiger of Leno?