As a general rule, I hate all those “X of the Day” things… well… except for Bloggin’ Hotties which rulez. But here at Nuggets by Howard Sherman I have found a savant… who in his wisdom has pointed out that the American Red Cross was handing out coffee to people walking across the Brooklyn Bridge when their website specifically suggests not to give persons with hypothermia anything with caffeine.
So why does this make me so insane? Because this guy has no idea what true hypothermia is. Someone who is truly hypothermic WILL NOT BE WALKING. Now I’ll be the first person to realize that my blog is full of useless stuff… mainly its a way for me to try and break down my writing block… but as a Blogger I like to think if I’m going to point out someone’s error or the irony in something I’m going to damn make sure I’m right. In this case… I know I’m right… and that’s why this guy looking for a cheap pop gets my Idiot Savant Blogger of the Day notation.
So why does this make me so insane? Because this guy has no idea what true hypothermia is. Someone who is truly hypothermic WILL NOT BE WALKING. Now I’ll be the first person to realize that my blog is full of useless stuff… mainly its a way for me to try and break down my writing block… but as a Blogger I like to think if I’m going to point out someone’s error or the irony in something I’m going to damn make sure I’m right. In this case… I know I’m right… and that’s why this guy looking for a cheap pop gets my Idiot Savant Blogger of the Day notation.
So… for those of you not involved with New York City… we are in the middle of a Transit Workers Strike. Basically, all of the city buses and subways have been shut down. Just to give you a brief hint of how that affects New York… 7,000,000,000 (that’s a million… it just looks more impressive with all the zeros) fares a day use the subway. Now because each individual trip is a single fare, and most of the trips are really round trips to and from work, the number is actually more like 4,000,000,000. Well, that’s a helluva lotta people to move no matter which way you look at it… and has caused hellish traffic conditions here in the city.
Needless to say… ambulance response times are up… and I’ve been striving to get people places since early this morning. The strike, technically, is illegal because of the Taylor Laws that forbids Transit, NYPD, FDNY, and the sort to strike. There are some pretty serious fines involved… the union is getting whammed $1,000,000,000 a day… and each individual worker gets fined two days pay for every day they’re not there. That’s nothing compared to the estimated $112,000,000,000 that the city lost today alone… and the 20+ per day hereafter.
So… work has been hectic and havoc rolled into one… something like the other lives I lead. So let’s see… well The Steff got back with Officer Crumb… and he has once again decided to be a Crumb and is playing his mind games. I really really really really want to put an end to him once and for all… and it’s coming… really it is… and hopefully she’ll give the new guy a chance… as opposed to constantly going out with idiot savants. I just need a few minutes… and I know myself and Uncle Louisville will be able to make Crumb crumble… and he’ll skip out of her life forever…
Then there’s The Nick… who has found herself in a quandary… stuck between rocks and hard spots seems to be a specialty for me and mine. She has a living situation she’s trying to resolve… and so far it’s no goosh… she’s going to be stuck paying an exorbitant amount of money and still stuck with no space of her own… sharing it with her mom. This has sent her into a depression… which isn’t good… and while I wish I could help her further… I think that beyond lending an ear and a shoulder to cry on… well I’m pretty useless.
Then there’s the Match girl… not sure what to call her yet… mmmm… maybe just Nikki… but we ended up having a 4 hour IM conversation the other night. She seemed really cool… but then the weekend came. Over the weekend I took DJ to go see the “Big Tree” at Rockerfeller Center. We ended up walking up Fifth Avenue, went to World of Disney, FAO Schwartz, and tried to have lunch at Jeckyll & Hyde’s. Unfortunately… I forgot Jeckyll’s was so hardcore and not really a good place for a 4 year old. So we left after about five minutes and went to McDonald’s instead. So I haven’t heard from Nikki… which is a little depressing… it was good conversation.
So… here I am. I’ve done next to no Holiday shopping… the streets are flooded with people… my involuntary celibacy clock continues to tick… and I just drank the last of my 9th ice coffee. Am I having a good day???
My one solace… is that tomorrow is the Winter Solstice… and Yule has begun!!!
And all that cal my little droogies… all that cal…
Needless to say… ambulance response times are up… and I’ve been striving to get people places since early this morning. The strike, technically, is illegal because of the Taylor Laws that forbids Transit, NYPD, FDNY, and the sort to strike. There are some pretty serious fines involved… the union is getting whammed $1,000,000,000 a day… and each individual worker gets fined two days pay for every day they’re not there. That’s nothing compared to the estimated $112,000,000,000 that the city lost today alone… and the 20+ per day hereafter.
So… work has been hectic and havoc rolled into one… something like the other lives I lead. So let’s see… well The Steff got back with Officer Crumb… and he has once again decided to be a Crumb and is playing his mind games. I really really really really want to put an end to him once and for all… and it’s coming… really it is… and hopefully she’ll give the new guy a chance… as opposed to constantly going out with idiot savants. I just need a few minutes… and I know myself and Uncle Louisville will be able to make Crumb crumble… and he’ll skip out of her life forever…
Then there’s The Nick… who has found herself in a quandary… stuck between rocks and hard spots seems to be a specialty for me and mine. She has a living situation she’s trying to resolve… and so far it’s no goosh… she’s going to be stuck paying an exorbitant amount of money and still stuck with no space of her own… sharing it with her mom. This has sent her into a depression… which isn’t good… and while I wish I could help her further… I think that beyond lending an ear and a shoulder to cry on… well I’m pretty useless.
Then there’s the Match girl… not sure what to call her yet… mmmm… maybe just Nikki… but we ended up having a 4 hour IM conversation the other night. She seemed really cool… but then the weekend came. Over the weekend I took DJ to go see the “Big Tree” at Rockerfeller Center. We ended up walking up Fifth Avenue, went to World of Disney, FAO Schwartz, and tried to have lunch at Jeckyll & Hyde’s. Unfortunately… I forgot Jeckyll’s was so hardcore and not really a good place for a 4 year old. So we left after about five minutes and went to McDonald’s instead. So I haven’t heard from Nikki… which is a little depressing… it was good conversation.
So… here I am. I’ve done next to no Holiday shopping… the streets are flooded with people… my involuntary celibacy clock continues to tick… and I just drank the last of my 9th ice coffee. Am I having a good day???
My one solace… is that tomorrow is the Winter Solstice… and Yule has begun!!!
And all that cal my little droogies… all that cal…
The holiday season is fully upon us. Friday night there were a minimum of seven different motor vehicle pin or entrapments between 3:00am and 6:00am in the borough of Queens. Saturday night there were a minimum of eleven motor vehicle pin or entrapments between the same hours. More than 30 people ended up on hospitals because of those 18 accidents. All these people have names, families, and a story behind it… but for obvious reasons I really can’t talk about it here.
What is this a sign of??? Holiday drinking and driving. Don’t let it fool you. Cobwebs and Candlelight - Short Horror Tales and Spooky Poems!: A ‘Sobering’ Seasonal Thought! is something I think you should all read and realize… yes… it does happen… and only you can stop it before it spins out of control. Don’t become just a statistic.
What is this a sign of??? Holiday drinking and driving. Don’t let it fool you. Cobwebs and Candlelight - Short Horror Tales and Spooky Poems!: A ‘Sobering’ Seasonal Thought! is something I think you should all read and realize… yes… it does happen… and only you can stop it before it spins out of control. Don’t become just a statistic.
Bubbles in my Head is a nice little site… lotsa nice links… some nice exercises… and great tips.
So I got this e-mail from one of the ladies on Match who I had sent a wink to after seeing in her profile that she was a Disney kid at heart. I was actually surprised to get this… mainly because I had e-mailed her over a week ago… and I find if you don’t hear back from them in a day or two… you just won’t hear back. So here’s the e-mail she sent me:
Hello…
I don’t think either of us will get very far conversation wise, you see I too have been known to ramble…in fact I probably hold a title of some sort in that category. I am famous for novels rather than emails and don’t even let me get started with IM’s…As for rules, I was never any good at following them and have only gotten worse with age…some play martyrs, I had more fun playing rebel just usually one without a clue rather than a cause!
Are you also a paramedic? I at one time thought of nursing, I also wanted to be a CSI…long before the New York, Vegas and Miami television series…but after the first class that included a dissection, it was very clear that any type of career with a medical/dead people background was just not for me. There was fainting and vomiting involved…thank goodness not all at the same time. I think that last sentence probably broke a few rules, no?
I traded in years of not having a clue regarding my career path for a steady gig in the travel industry, I am a ticket agent with a major airline. It pays the bills, offers health insurance and has a few little perks…mainly using airplanes the way most people use cabs! It’s insane and unfortunately I fit in quite nicely!
Lets see…oh, yes the favorite mill, I will see your favorite color…lavender and raise you favorite cookie…tollhouse chocolate chip. Not that I am teasing you in anyway…I am happy being a part time writer, not that I have been published in anyway, mostly I write trash novels for my best friend…she’s my editor and about as far as I get. I never really finish anything, some have beginnings and middles others have middles and ends…I either never know how to begin the sagas or can’t figure out for the life of me how to end them. Maybe someday…when I grow up.
It would have been easy if I could have reached you via blahblah@match.com but of course nothing in my life is easy, that’s supposed to make you appreciate things more but really all it does is provide a whole lot of unnecessary stress…not that this is stress…see rambling. Anyway, I don’t technically belong to match.com at least not in the paying sense, so that’s how the complication part of it arises. A friend who is a valid member has agreed to forward this email to you for me. It’s almost like passing a note in study hall…which coincidentally is why I spent more time in detention than class.
To simplify, I will give you my email address however there are some questions that I will need you to answer first. One, I need to know up front if your nuts or have a history of insanity in your family…two, how computer savvy are you? Have you ever created your own virus? and three, do you dabble in sending spam mail?Anyway, that’s about it…hope it wasn’t too painful to get through.
Nicole
Now here’s the interesting part… when I originally e-mailed her through Match I had sent my private e-mail address… because on Match you never know who is a subscriber… and who isn’t. So… she used her friend’s account to send it. What’s even funnier is she asks me if I’m crazy, or if I make viruses, or if I like to send spam… but then SHE GIVES ME HER ADDY ANYWAY!!! Right… who’s the crazy one now???
So here’s part of my reply to her:
Mmmm… the favorite’s… and you’re a gambler too, trying to come over the top with the cookie… I’ll call the cookie, also chocolate chip (preferably homemade TollHouse as well)… and I’ll raise it up to favorite type of music, which for me is Alternative Rock/Metal/Old School Rap (I know… I’m a music sherbert) AND favorite movie of all time, which when I tell you mine, I think I’ll shock you into folding. See, I have a top ten list… 10-8 is the original Star Wars Trilogy… 7-5 is the Lord of the Rings Trilogy…4-2 is the Star Wars Prequel Trilogy… and the number one favorite movie of all time… the stand alone cinema king… Love Actually. You got know when to hold’em… and when to fold’em… which yes, my current favorite TV show is the World Poker Tour… and please feel free to tease away… I also suffer from bouts of the kindergarden mentality… and will end up pulling a pigtail or two before I’m through.
As for the things you need me to answer first before you give me your e-mail address…
(2) My computer savyness is limited to windows stuff… I can double click on programs and cruise the net… but that’s basically where I end… and no, I never created my own virus, although I have been on the receiving end a few times.
(3) Spam e-mail… I hate it… deplore it… simple because it has taken my beloved Spam and turned it into something ugly. Yes… Spam is something I have, do, and probably will consume. Not that I eat it often… but when need be it is very consumable.
(1) I saved this one for last… define insane. Let’s face it… I drive around in a van with lights and sirens going for people who are shot, stabbed, or puking their brains out… how many sane people do that for a living??? How about for free (I volunteer in Forest Hills)??? And if that seems normal… for vacation this year I spent two weeks in New Orleans… floodwaters and dead schools of fish on the Interstate and all. Of course, my recoup time wasn’t much better, 3 and a half weeks in Rural Eastern Texas with a bunch of West Virginians saving Sabine one call at a time. So… am I insane? I don’t think so… although to be honest… I never asked you if YOU were insane… and in my original e-mail I did give you my aol addy… so maybe I am insane… or trusting. You decide. As for the family… they’re bonkers… totally and completely insane… you’d have to be to put up with the likes of me.
So… we’ll see what happens. To be honest… I actually have high hopes for this one… she seems funny and a little tuned out like myself… and I don’t think she’ll be like the stuck up other ones when she finds out I have a son… although I clearly advertise that fact on Match… although I may be wrong. Heck… who am I kidding? I’m ALWAYS WRONG!!! Then again… I still have high hopes… she seems intriguing… and I loved the whole poker reference thing… maybe in the least, being a kindred writing soul, she can help me drill some holes into my wall to knock it down. I’ll update as things progress.
Hey… STOP!!! Don’t click away yet!!!… did I mention I rented out some BLOG space? Be sure to click on my tenant and give him a whirl… and all that cal my little droogies… all that cal…
Hello…
I don’t think either of us will get very far conversation wise, you see I too have been known to ramble…in fact I probably hold a title of some sort in that category. I am famous for novels rather than emails and don’t even let me get started with IM’s…As for rules, I was never any good at following them and have only gotten worse with age…some play martyrs, I had more fun playing rebel just usually one without a clue rather than a cause!
Are you also a paramedic? I at one time thought of nursing, I also wanted to be a CSI…long before the New York, Vegas and Miami television series…but after the first class that included a dissection, it was very clear that any type of career with a medical/dead people background was just not for me. There was fainting and vomiting involved…thank goodness not all at the same time. I think that last sentence probably broke a few rules, no?
I traded in years of not having a clue regarding my career path for a steady gig in the travel industry, I am a ticket agent with a major airline. It pays the bills, offers health insurance and has a few little perks…mainly using airplanes the way most people use cabs! It’s insane and unfortunately I fit in quite nicely!
Lets see…oh, yes the favorite mill, I will see your favorite color…lavender and raise you favorite cookie…tollhouse chocolate chip. Not that I am teasing you in anyway…I am happy being a part time writer, not that I have been published in anyway, mostly I write trash novels for my best friend…she’s my editor and about as far as I get. I never really finish anything, some have beginnings and middles others have middles and ends…I either never know how to begin the sagas or can’t figure out for the life of me how to end them. Maybe someday…when I grow up.
It would have been easy if I could have reached you via blahblah@match.com but of course nothing in my life is easy, that’s supposed to make you appreciate things more but really all it does is provide a whole lot of unnecessary stress…not that this is stress…see rambling. Anyway, I don’t technically belong to match.com at least not in the paying sense, so that’s how the complication part of it arises. A friend who is a valid member has agreed to forward this email to you for me. It’s almost like passing a note in study hall…which coincidentally is why I spent more time in detention than class.
To simplify, I will give you my email address however there are some questions that I will need you to answer first. One, I need to know up front if your nuts or have a history of insanity in your family…two, how computer savvy are you? Have you ever created your own virus? and three, do you dabble in sending spam mail?Anyway, that’s about it…hope it wasn’t too painful to get through.
Nicole
Now here’s the interesting part… when I originally e-mailed her through Match I had sent my private e-mail address… because on Match you never know who is a subscriber… and who isn’t. So… she used her friend’s account to send it. What’s even funnier is she asks me if I’m crazy, or if I make viruses, or if I like to send spam… but then SHE GIVES ME HER ADDY ANYWAY!!! Right… who’s the crazy one now???
So here’s part of my reply to her:
Mmmm… the favorite’s… and you’re a gambler too, trying to come over the top with the cookie… I’ll call the cookie, also chocolate chip (preferably homemade TollHouse as well)… and I’ll raise it up to favorite type of music, which for me is Alternative Rock/Metal/Old School Rap (I know… I’m a music sherbert) AND favorite movie of all time, which when I tell you mine, I think I’ll shock you into folding. See, I have a top ten list… 10-8 is the original Star Wars Trilogy… 7-5 is the Lord of the Rings Trilogy…4-2 is the Star Wars Prequel Trilogy… and the number one favorite movie of all time… the stand alone cinema king… Love Actually. You got know when to hold’em… and when to fold’em… which yes, my current favorite TV show is the World Poker Tour… and please feel free to tease away… I also suffer from bouts of the kindergarden mentality… and will end up pulling a pigtail or two before I’m through.
As for the things you need me to answer first before you give me your e-mail address…
(2) My computer savyness is limited to windows stuff… I can double click on programs and cruise the net… but that’s basically where I end… and no, I never created my own virus, although I have been on the receiving end a few times.
(3) Spam e-mail… I hate it… deplore it… simple because it has taken my beloved Spam and turned it into something ugly. Yes… Spam is something I have, do, and probably will consume. Not that I eat it often… but when need be it is very consumable.
(1) I saved this one for last… define insane. Let’s face it… I drive around in a van with lights and sirens going for people who are shot, stabbed, or puking their brains out… how many sane people do that for a living??? How about for free (I volunteer in Forest Hills)??? And if that seems normal… for vacation this year I spent two weeks in New Orleans… floodwaters and dead schools of fish on the Interstate and all. Of course, my recoup time wasn’t much better, 3 and a half weeks in Rural Eastern Texas with a bunch of West Virginians saving Sabine one call at a time. So… am I insane? I don’t think so… although to be honest… I never asked you if YOU were insane… and in my original e-mail I did give you my aol addy… so maybe I am insane… or trusting. You decide. As for the family… they’re bonkers… totally and completely insane… you’d have to be to put up with the likes of me.
So… we’ll see what happens. To be honest… I actually have high hopes for this one… she seems funny and a little tuned out like myself… and I don’t think she’ll be like the stuck up other ones when she finds out I have a son… although I clearly advertise that fact on Match… although I may be wrong. Heck… who am I kidding? I’m ALWAYS WRONG!!! Then again… I still have high hopes… she seems intriguing… and I loved the whole poker reference thing… maybe in the least, being a kindred writing soul, she can help me drill some holes into my wall to knock it down. I’ll update as things progress.
Hey… STOP!!! Don’t click away yet!!!… did I mention I rented out some BLOG space? Be sure to click on my tenant and give him a whirl… and all that cal my little droogies… all that cal…
