My Sick Mind

O nce again, the Blogger community has given me inspiration and solace in the fact that I am neither alone in my thoughts nor stuck in the mire of commonality. As happened last week, there are great revelations that occur when we think and share ideas. Again today. When I got to item number 12 of yesterday's Thursday Thirteen , I started thinking about the decision I made to relieve myself of the burden of Paxil . In addition to the constant yawning, tiredness and general malaise I found myself in, I couldn't get it up. What good is feeling good if I can't follow through? Of course, it would have been made better with a healthy dose of Viagra . The fatigue could have been cured with a little change in medication, but the ensuing increase in energy may have required a little Lunestra . To cure one particular ill, I could have found myself taking at least three different medications. The pharmaceutical industry would love me for it. After reading kara 's pos...

Hmmmm ... what an interesting title . Anyway, for those of you who have been wondering, yes the good people at Big Ass Fans have sent me the swag they promised . The Big Ass envelope came with Thursday's mail, and it contained lots of Big Ass stuff. My cat was interested as was I: Once I got his furry nose out of the way, I was able to bust open the Big Ass envelope and disclose the contents: Thanks to my newest, bestest buddies at the Big Ass Fan Company, I can stick my head up my Big Ass ball cap , I have a T-Shirt that creates educational opportunities for those who see my big ass in it (size Grande) and four little Big Ass Squeeze Toys . How did Cynthia know I had a cat that would love to play with my Big Ass? As for the shirt, it fits like a glove and will look great at the bar during the next Eagles game. The bar has some big-ass waitresses and bartenders who will appreciate the slogan on the front: and an even bigger Big Ass logo on the back: So, thanks Cynthia and all the...

Thirteen Times I Needed a Delorian ...and some Plutonium. Times of regret - we all have them. So, let's get in the Delorian, crank it up to 85mph and take care of all of those "Biff" moments that would change my life for the better. Here are 13 things I would go back in time and change. Screw the space-time continum, I want to be happy now . 1. My wedding day. October 13, 1990. To stop it before it got out of hand. Mostly, I felt badly for the guests who gave up a perfectly good Saturday to attend and buy a gift, and I missed my 15-year high school reunion. She has been gone since 1996, but I did get a nice cat out of the deal, so it wasn't a total loss. 2. Buying those shoes. What was I thinking? They weren't going to fit any better at home than they did at the store. Is the air pressure different in shoe stores than it is at home, that makes my feet shrink? I have more shoes that I don't wear than ones that I do. A word of advice: Never buy shoes from a m...

One of the cool things about blogging is that we get to share ideas, and although we are strangers, we somehow bond on this strange electronic level. Sometimes, I think there may be more ideas exchanged here than most married couples exchange in their lifetimes. Particularly, I love it when otherwise unrelated blogs express opinions on similar issues. Today was one of those days. There are two related posts that crossed my screen today. One from Kate and another from Kara . Kara's was directly related to something I posted Tuesday and an article she read; while Kate's was more of an general question, that relates on another level. Isn't this fun? Where Kate's and Kara's are related is in the area of self-respect and acceptance, and why it is important to us. One would think that independent adults would be resigned to the fact that it shouldn't matter what others think, but we are certainly beholden to the opinions and ideas of others to validate the ideas and...

Saddle your horses and get ready to ride, Activision, Inc.'s GUN(TM) Showdown for the PSP® (PlayStation®Portable) system has shipped to retailers nationwide. "GUN Showdown lets players experience the renegade nature and gritty lawlessness of the West all in the palm of their hands," said Will Kassoy, senior vice president of global brand management. In GUN Showdown gamers dole out vengeance as they face-off against corr upt lawmen, a murderous preacher, a renegade army psychopath, and merciless outlaws. In a world where greed, lust and murder reign, players wage war on horseback, hold up banks, collect bounties on prisoners dead or alive, and commandeer trains as the lines between good and evil are drawn in blood. Gee, it sounds like a hoot! Forgive me if I don't run right out to the local mall and pick up a copy. Actually, I don't have the Play Station console either, so it would be quite the shopping trip. Is this what people want? Raging war and fight...

I realize that I'm not exactly blowing the lid off of gender inequality here, but I stumbled across this article, where CNNMoney.com listed the highest paid men and women in American business. The story can be linked here , or by clicking the highlighted text below. I'll present the list, and when you look at it, see what jumps out at you. The highest paid men : Eugene M. Isenberg, CEO Nabors Industries - $71.4 million Ray R. Irani, CEO Occidental Petroleum - $70 million Lew Frankfort, CEO Coach - $62.3 million Barry Diller, CEO InterActive Corp. - $61.5 million Scott McGregor, CEO Broadcom - $57.4 million The highest paid women : Safra Catz, CFO Oracle - $26.1 million Susan Decker, CFO Yahoo - $24.3 million Suzanne M. Nora Johnson, Goldman Sachs - $23.1 million Carly Fiorina, Hewlett-Packard - $22.3 million (severance package) Zoe Cruz, Acting President, Morgan Stanley - $21.1 million I'm not saying that any of these people deserve that kind of money, especially the crooks...

It's Columbus Day, where we celebrate a dumb guy who thought he was someplace, but was really someplace else. Days like this should be accompanied by heavy drinking, but instead, I chose to do some housework. Go ahead, question my sanity. I got to the point where I needed some food, but I hadn't showered or shaved since Sunday morning, and I looked like Andre Agassi on a 3-day binge. The only viable solution was the poorly named drive-thru. It's really more of a drive- by . If Billy Joel was using it, it may be a drive-thru, but he doesn't do his own cleaning. The drive-by in question was the neighborhood Long John Silver's, which, beside being a cool porn actor name, is a good place to get some greasy fried fish. It is conjoined with Taco Bell, in a one-stop food extravaganza. Nothing hits the spot on a phony holiday like some greasy fried fish. I decided, after ample self-debate, to go with the venerable "LJ8" selection. Two pieces of fish, 3 pieces of c...