>> Monday, June 30, 2008

It is not easy being a Rockstar. I mean it might look glamourous to you from the outside, but let me assure you, the phrase "the grass is always greener" rings true in my business. Sure it LOOKS like I am having fun, willy-nilly, on top of the world, but have you ever thought of the injustices I have to suffer through? You may be shaking your head, maybe even thinking out loud something like "What injustices?" I am here to tell you it is a miracle I have as many children as I do having to spend so much time in tight leather pants.

You know what else is hard? Finding a ride that matches my personality. I finally found one, but Mrs. Rockstar so rationally explained that it would be hard to find the right kind of carseat for this one. {Sigh} Back to the drawing board, it is not easy being me.


New Wok on the Block (NWOTB)

>> Thursday, June 12, 2008

Here I am ... ready to deliver content to the masses. Giving you something to "chew" on whenever inspiration strikes.

So the little lady and I were eating some chinese food the other night. In our old hood, we had some smokin' chinese joints. Since moving away from the old stomping grounds two, going on three, years ago we have struggled to find a place that lived up to our chinese food snobery. (We also have sub issues, but that is for a later time)

Tonight ... we found the place. It is close, it is good, and we were thoroughly enjoying our meal .... at least up until the point where I cracked open my fortune cookie ....


Laying a Stinker

>> Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Remember when your favorite band laid an egg? You know what I am talking about, after years of success and glory, they release that what the heck are you thinking album (think U2 Zooropa)?

Well this blogizzle has laid a stinkhizzle as of late. Do to my enormous popularity, I have had little time to muse about much of anything on this 'ole blogity blog. No more. Today it all changes.

If all two of my readers want me to get more personal, peel back the layers of my onion (as Shrek would say), then that is what you are going to get.... one big stinky onion.

Stay tuned for more immature programming


Flaming Cannonball

>> Monday, June 2, 2008

I found this news article on CNN and it got me thinking deeply about how I wish my body to exit this world. Please read the article for insight and I will give my "Rockstar Corner" thoughts afterwards:

CINCINNATI, Ohio (AP) -- The man who designed the Pringles potato chip packaging system was so proud of his accomplishment that a portion of his ashes has been buried in one of the iconic cans.

Fredric J. Baur, of Cincinnati, died May 4 at Vitas Hospice in Cincinnati, his family said. He was 89.

Baur's children said they honored his request to bury him in one of the cans by placing part of his cremated remains in a Pringles container in his grave in suburban Springfield Township.

The rest of his remains were placed in an urn buried along with the can, with some placed in another urn and given to a grandson, said Baur's daughter, Linda Baur of Diamondhead, Mississippi.

Baur requested the burial arrangement because he was proud of his design of the Pringles container, a son, Lawrence Baur of Stevensville, Michigan, said Monday.
Baur was an organic chemist and food storage technician who specialized in research and development and quality control for Cincinnati-based Procter & Gamble Co.
Baur filed for a patent for the tubular Pringles container and for the method of packaging the curved, stacked chips in the container in 1966, and it was granted in 1970, P&G archivist Ed Rider said.

Baur retired from P&G in the early 1980s.

Rockstar's Corner:

In thinking long and hard about this gentleman's disposal in a greasy potato chip can, it made me realize that because I am not an inventor, and have actually never created anything of use that this world will value beyond my passing, that all I have really is theatrics to fall back on ... so please note that this post supersedes any ideas I have on my disposal in the past. Recently, I have had a hankerin' to jump out of a plane at high altitudes, free fall a couple thousand feet and pray that unlike the cartoons, my parachute actually contains a parachute and not pots and pans.

However, because I have 8 soon to be 9 maybe 10 children, the Mrs. has pointed out to me that this would be a stupid way to treat my life. I have decided that indeed, this would be better done upon my demise. So here is what I propose....

Upon my death hopefully many, many, many moons from now, I would like to have my body tucked into the fetal position and soaked in gasoline. I would then like to have a plane carry me up over my beloved ocean and drop me out with a time released fuse. This would allow me to achieve a rapidly accelerating human flaming cannonball, one that would astound beachgoers and UFO theorists alike.

Someone .... please .... help .... me ...


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