Personal Outlook Toward Life

I’m a “glass is half full but sometimes has a fly in it” sort of guy.

Or “the toilet is half full”, if you prefer. (plop!)

Or maybe “the beer bottle is always half empty, but there are more in the fridge”, if that makes more sense. (glug glug)

And possibly even “my dog got run over today, but that’s probably for the best because he was getting old, was crapping inside the house on a regular basis, and I was supposed to take a trip to the store tonight just for dog food”. (Woof… Woof! SKREEEEEEEEEEEECH!!!! arf–!)

In other words, I’m cautiously optimistic that all of us might be screwed, but that’s okay because Jersey Shore icon-external-link-12x12 reruns are coming on in a half-hour, and it’s about time to start planning my next trip to the kegerator.

I Got Gas in the Tank

The Man icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from the Wonderful Wonderful LP by The Killers icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

I know the score like the back of my hand
Them other boys, I don’t give a damn
They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown
Nothing can break me down

Don’t need no advice
I got a plan
I know the direction, the lay of the land
I know the score like the back of my hand
Them other boys, I don’t give a damn

I’m the man
Come round
Nothing can break me down
I’m the man, come round
Nothing can break—you can’t break me down

I got gas in the tank
I got money in the bank
I got news for you baby: you’re looking at the man
I got skin in the game
I got a household name
I got news for you baby: you’re looking at the man

When it comes to Friday, I always earn
Don’t try to teach me, I got nothing to learn
Because baby I’m gifted, you see what I mean?
USDA certified lean

I’m the man, come round
Nothing can break—you can’t break me down

I got gas in the tank
I got money in the bank
I got news for you baby: you’re looking at the man
I got skin in the game
I don’t feel no pain
I got news for you baby: you’re looking at the man

Who’s the man?
I’m the man
Who’s the man with the plan?
I’m the man

I got gas in the tank
I got money in the bank
I got news for you baby: you’re looking at the man
I got skin in the game
Headed to the hall of fame
I got news for you baby: you’re looking at the man

Right hand to God
First in command
My testimony when I take the stand:

Who’s the man?
I’m the man
Who’s the man with the plan?
I’m the man

I don’t give a damn

Of Mops and Buffalo Jerky

I was in Bed Bath & Beyond this afternoon buying a mop so I could clean my kitchen—truly exciting stuff.

To describe my state of mind whilst buying said mop, I had been shopping at Target minutes earlier to get razor cartridges and a large container of liquid hand soap, but decided not to buy any of the mops there because they were all really cheap and of exceptionally poor quality. I actually stood in the mop aisle for five to ten minutes, and kept going back and forth on what I should do: “It’s just a mop, who cares? They’re inexpensive and I’ll buy another one if this one breaks.” and then “Oh my gawd… I really hate shopping for mops. This is the worst thing ever! I never want to do this again for as long as I live!!”

I became so confounded that I left Target and went to Bed Bath and Beyond in hopes that I would find a better mop. Fortunately, I was able to get one that wasn’t 100% junk. It came in at whopping $29.99—almost double what most of the mops cost at Target—but it seemed to be slightly sturdy, and I am able to take the scrubber pad off and wash it in my washer machine when it starts to get gross.

When I was standing in line to pay for this slightly less-shitty version of what I was looking for, I saw packages of buffalo jerky hanging off the side of an endcap. After the ordeal with the mop, I found something unusual about this particular impulse-item icon-external-link-12x12 , and kept focusing on it. I’m not a huge meat eater, but I do have a small weakness for jerky. I have also noticed buffalo jerky in various stores many times before, but never purchased it for whatever reason. I then thought, “Why not buy buffalo jerky today? I deserve a treat after all I have been through… and hell, it might even take the edge off of all this business with the damned mop.”

Then I realized why I have never eaten buffalo before: I have never actually seen a buffalo in real life. Are they clean animals? What do they smell like? What do they eat? Is it okay to eat an animal that I have never seen before? Buffalo are supposed to be a lot like cattle, and I have seen lots of cows, so maybe that makes it okay to eat them..? But wait, I don’t eat red meat anymore. Is this regular buffalo or organic buffalo? Wouldn’t all buffalo be organic, even if it doesn’t say so on the packaging? OMG I’m thinking about this way too much. Aaahhhh! Get me out of this horrible place!!

So it’s another day without peace of mind because Target peddles garbage and BB&B pretends to be fancy and so it doesn’t sell plain old beef jerky.

Political Incorrection, Part 1

Sorry Charlie, I prefer the flavor of dolphin unsafe tuna over the safe varieties. My tastebuds simply won’t be denied.