Funny Word of the Day...

SMOCK! a loose coverall (coat or frock) reaching down to the ankles [syn: duster, gaberdine, dust coat]. Today I am wearing my new brown smock.

Come on, the word is hilarious....

In the Year 2108...

In the year 2108, we will be able to control the laws of science to do things that would appear to be magic today.

The Zen of Typing...

The #1 thing that I learned in high school which has helped me be a more productive worker and human being was TYPING. The ability to type close to 100 words per minute has helped my productivity a heck of alot more than knowing the difference between sine and cosine or the square root of 122,463.

But the most important life lesson from typing - The harder you try not to make errors, the more errors will be made and the slower you will type. Moral of the story - stop thinking and don't be afraid to fail, and you will succeed better-faster. That grasshopper, is The Zen of Typing.

Deconstructing Starbucks...

As I sit in my friendly neighborhood Starbucks drinking my $1.85 venti green tea, I quickly wonder why would I pay $1.85 for a cup of tea when I have the exact same tea at home. Is it that hard to heat up water?

In fact, the most expensive drink here is a holiday-spirited Peppermint Mocha at $4.40. That combo of flavors doesn't really interest me. Is it really worth that?

So why is there a continuous stream of soccer moms, high school students, and casual dressed business men buying their $3.50 soy lattes? I'm sure it's not the coffee and definitely not the soy. The funky chairs and music and nice barristas add some value, but the people come for the CUPS. Holding a Starbucks cup makes you look and feel cool! Who can put a price on cool? Starbucks! 29 cents for the coffee and soy milk... $3.21 for a cup of cool...

Web 2.0: A Simple Definition...

Web 1.0 is to Web 2.0 as Lecture is to Conversation.

Death Sees a Therapist!

A friend of mine was in her new psychiatrist's office, when her nice and friendly therapist received an urgent page that one of his patient's was in the ICU. The therapist then stated out loud that he'd have to wait to call back the ICU tomorrow because he had to attend another patient's funeral that afternoon.

My advice to my friend: RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!

What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

Here's how the conversation went down:

INT. Saab - Some lonely road in the Texas Hill Country

CHLOE (cute as a button, 6 years old) sits in the back seat looking at the pictures of an American Girl Magazine. DAD (Chloe's dad, aka ME) drives the Saab singing along to AC/DC.

CHLOE
Dad?

DAD
Yes, Sweetheart?

CHLOE
When you were 6, what did you want to be when
you grew up?

DAD
Batman!
(The Adam West "Bam, Boom" Batman was on every afternoon.)

CHLOE
Then what?

DAD
A stunt man!
(Loved the "Fall Guy".)

CHLOE
Then what?

DAD
A movie director.
(Raiders of the lost ark rocked. I wanted to be George Lucas and/or Spielberg)

CHLOE
Then what?

DAD
A drummer. A rockstar.
(Tommy Lee, Neil Pert, John Bonham, you pick.)

CHLOE
And then?

DAD
The President of the United States.
(My grandfather used to tell everyone that I would be some day.)

CHLOE
No Dad, when did you want to be something real, like an
Engineer?

DAD
Hmmmm, I don't know.


SO WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP WHEN YOU WERE 6?

The Relativity of Anxiety..

When you're young, sure you think you're invincible, but you still fear stupid things like the no faced boogie man, or barking dogs with big nasty teeth, or flying mad yellow hornets. Then at some point you realize that there is no boogie man, that a dog's bark is much worse than it's bite, and that a hornet isn't really mad at you as long as you don't try to squash it. As you grow older, life experiences help calm your childhood anxieties only to give way to other more grown up fears. Fears of disease and sickness for your family; fears of no face boogie-man like terrorists; fears of the mad tax man. Maybe the tax man isn't so bad as long as you don't try to squash him.

Happy Father's Day...

Flashback's to my childhood. Happy Father's Day!

The Sunday Night Paradox...

You are laying in bed, wide awake at 1130p on Sunday night. The new work week starts in just 8 short hours. You took 2 beautiful days off, slept late until 9a, enjoyed the late summer evenings, grilled burgers, cold beers, and didn't think about work one small bit. Then it hits you - staring you in the face is the week of hell: long meetings, looming deadline, customer expectations not to mention family time, doctor's appointments, and other social commitments. You know that the quicker you can get to sleep, the quicker you can deal with it all, but you can't sleep because you keep thinking of more things that you need to deal with...

...And, that, my friends, is the dreaded "Sunday Night Paradox"!

T-Shirt Philosophy...

Discovered zazzle.com as an outlet for my creativity. This is the first in my "Think Big!" t-shirt line. All my proceeds will be donated to support autism research. More t-shirts in the side bar. All shapes, colors, and sizes. Check it out.