Well, it has been too long since I have posted anything new, so I have decided to write something. Now, I really do not have anything to say, so it has been difficult to come up with anything. However, I have set up at a coffee shop and I am determined to write something before I leave, or the shop closes, or they run out of this hot wine cider stuff, or they do not run out and I hit my head on the table, or I am otherwise distracted. Such is my dedication to this site.
I am happy to announce that sales of Gregory Gear have remained unchanged and I apologize to everyone who has visited the site to purchase last minute Christmas gifts as those items were never in production. As posted they were a result of too much red wine and too little to do (just like tonight). Yet, I hesitate to take the page down, as I will never get back those 15 minutes.
I have been thinking about writing something about Hamid Karzai, but I have been distracted with boredom and have not made any progress. Had I written it, it would have been very clear that I do not care for the guy. That’s right, great job picking another world leader U.S. Way to use that black bag money. I’m going to leave it at that ‘cause I may still write the article.
I have fought the urge to write something about horn honking, as I would hate to insult the citizens of my current nation of residence. I am not totally against horn honking. Hell, we use our horns a lot in motorcade operations to remind locals that the matching vehicles being led and followed by police escorts constitutes a protective motorcade. That’s right, it’s not just coincidental that we are all driving matching vehicles (morons). However, the driver of the Mini Cooper or Fiat 500 that lays on his/her Tonka toy horn to alert the vehicle 10 cars ahead that has slowed for a pedestrian to hurry up because he/or she is late for yoga and does so in the middle of a crowded neighborhood because if he/she had to leave their same sex partner to workout everyone else should be awake as well is a prick. Yet, I have not done any research to confirm this prickness outside of interviews with sane people, so I am not quite ready to write that one either.
I guess that’s enough for tonight. Before I sign off I want to comment on the “same sex partner” reference, above. Though not for me, I’m cool with that as a lifestyle choice. Hell, I’m pretty cool with any lifestyle choice that does not hurt others. Live and let live. I just threw it in there because the small mind of the horn honker might find it insulting.
Thanks for dropping by.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Well Doctor interesting perspectives you present. I like you am in a place full of car horn honkers and like you I find it amazing that one honestly (or not) believes that laying on the car horn for 30 seconds straight can actually make the car, 10 ahead, move any faster. Funny stuff. I guess its the same all over the world or at least in the places where we are.
That being said I can find parallels with horn honking and life. For example one person who honks his/her car horn to avoid an accident is often looked at, by the person being honked at, as the one causing the trouble instead of seeing themselves as the one causing the need for a horn in the first place. Pass the buck…no need in accepting responsibility when you can pass the blame onto another. Maybe all the car horns you hear (wherever you are) are just people trying to avoid an accident…however I tend to think it is just a bunch of people who think that they are more important than anyone else and the just want whoever it is front of them out their way.
Just like most people in life. If you are in my way to what I consider success you need to move or I will move you…at any cost. Pride. It’s a bitch.
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