Tumbling Heathen

I, like, totally forgot I had a tumblr.

What cocktails rhyme with “Obama?”

I think at least 80% of the “business” activity in airline clubs is designed to convince all concerned — co-workers, strangers in the club, and the worker himself — that they are vital enough to need to work in the president’s club.

How weird is it that of the six cities I track in my phone’s weather app - Houston, DC, Seattle, Jackson (MS), Pune (India), and Breckenridge - the only one that doesn’t currently show five days if rain is Seattle.

Million Dollar Idea: Why isn’t there a chain of discount brothels called “U-fuck-em”?

Today’s inspiring fact: Obama’s acceptance speech at the convention will be the 45th anniversary of the “I Have A Dream” speech.

Federal jury duty. Oh boy.

Based on our visit to the Nieces in Albany, we are comfortable stating that the Llama is overrepresented in the iconography of 21st century childhood.

Travel confession: holy crap I hate flying coach. Even on SW.

Thanks to terrible hitel cable, I just watched the unfortunately literal conclusion to the House of Wax remake, and therefore missed the only scene likely to amuse me, i.e. the onscreen expiry of Ms Hilton.

I hate doing expenses.

I just got spam from Pizza Hut suggesting I “surprise mom” with some of their new pasta. Somehow, I think that’s not gonna cut it.

In the cube next door, engineers are arguing about no-shit rocket science.

Today’s travel victory: the triumphant return of the Biscoff cookies to the Presidents’ Club.

Weird. AIM and WindowsLive chat are allowed on the client/customer WLAN here, but a web site about a chat client (pidgin.im) is blocked for being “chat related.”

Annoying thing about biz travel to the West Coast: the drastic reduction in the number of people callable in the evenings to chat.

Things I Don’t Enjoy About Client Cube Farms: JESUS HUSSEIN CHRIST WHO JUST FARTED?

Capsule reviews: Reef? Fuck ‘em. Way more places with better food and actual customer service in this town.

The only thing more tedious than consultants talking about work in public is lawyers talking about work in public. Jesus.

Mourning my coffeemaker. Apparently, the Bodum electric vac pots have been discontinuted. :(

I just misread the front page of the Chron, and am now disappointed that the Society for the Performing Arts Gala theme was not “Tux & Trannies”.

We are: absorbing Season 3 of BSG at a frightening rate.

Mohney should not miss Paul Ford’s Wire post. Towson!

Yo, MOHNEY: Spawn more overlords.

Giving serious thought to a blog platform change.

Mohney’s totally tumbling about his blog. Is that meta or just redundant?

Momma! Fetch me my shotgun! The back 40’s fulla doves!

It is incumbent upon me to remind you all that Tom Waits should be listened to regularly, and not just when you’re three sheets to the wind in Copenhagen.

We got our caucus on in an elementary school lunchroom. The woman in front of us apparently believed her candidate to be Irish, for her stated preference was “O’Bamah”. Top of the morning, Barack.

Just got cavassed by Obama folks. No sign of the Clintonians.

ALERT: Expenses are now completed.

I am: tremendously amused to realize that the crappy electric guitar I bought in 1985 is now in the same collection of musical instruments as Anton LaVey’s Hammond B3. Beat that.

My wife just called me to tell me our friend Michelle’s novel is available for sale in the Hobby Airport bookstore. Cool.

We are very sad to report that “Steak Earnhardt” here at Daytona’s Hyde Park restaurant does not involve a mangled, burning steak emblazoned with countless logos.

Hey Look! Tumbles!