A Tree Falling in the Forest

My Lovely Wife and I enjoy visiting yard sales in search of treasures and bargains. We rarely find either, but we go on undeterred in our regular quests.

Since moving to Richmond, I have noticed an unhealthy trend in yard sale marketing. Signs for yard sales are using words like “Huge” and “XXL.” Unfortunately, when it comes to yard sales, these adjectives are subjective and easily exaggerated. There are no standards or accountability in place for yard sale sign adjectives. It’s quickly becoming the road side equivalent of SPAM. So in spite of the temptation, I am going to have to ignore adjectives of this type until yard sale patrons develop methods to validate and attest to yard sale size and quality. But, I won't hold my breath.

Who decided technology related brand names should have capital letters in the middle of their names? BlackBerry, WordPerfect, QuickPlace, JavaScript, BigFix, and so on and so on... I think it may be one more subtle way that geeks illustrate their inflated sense of self-importance.

Former classmate, Carrie completed the Boston Marathon in 3:55:57.

I don't like doing anything for almost 4 hours straight... except maybe riding an ATV, but even then I want to stop every once in a while to take a break.

I listen to the same local radio station everyday during my daily 30 minute commute into work. Each morning a radio personality provides a traffic report. I listen carefully as she rattles off reports on road after road. And everyday, when she gets to my road she says the same thing, “heavy backups on the Powhite at the main 50 cent toll.” Everyday, the same report. Sometimes there is a heavy backup, but often, like today, there is no back up at all. I barely slowed down as I glided through the Smart Pass lane. Come on. If you are not going to try to do a decent job, at least try to try.

There "ought" to be a law about cooking popcorn at work. If you burn popcorn in a microwave at work you are automatically fired. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Just leave, we will mail you your personal belongings and final pay check.

“Sounds like somebody has a case of the Mondays.” This immortal line from the modern classic Office Space is echoing in my head today.

A great weekend with My Lovely Wife (MLW) and Our Brilliant Baby (OBB) makes the start of the work week seem all the more rough by comparison. We had several fun adventures in a couple short days: burning brush in the backyard, exploring architectural salvage stores, taking walks around the neighborhood, Brewster’s Ice Cream, and going to Church.

On Sunday afternoon, I even went to a junkyard with Gagknee. The sights and smells of the junkyard brought back fond memories of working for my dad. We wondered around the 1000 or so cars looking for unexpected treasures… like a Buick Regal, Chevy Chevette, Dodge Dakota, or Ford Mustang. The ground was littered with broken glass and plastic and soaked with oil. No purchases today, but oh the possibilities.