Whirled Views has been a bit too serious the last few weeks, so it’s time for a quick rant. Oddly, I posted this article earlier today and it immediately crashed my site (yes, AGAIN) and then disappeared into cyberspace. Never fear, I actually saved a copy of “most” of it and we’ll see if it stays up this time. Several had already commented on it, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to recapture those comments or not. My crack blog-manager, Eric, is going to do his best.
If you’re new to my blog, you may not know what to expect in a rant, but it’s a brief peak into my ADD addled brain which amounts to a rather public venting of all sorts of randomness and weirdness. So buckle your seatbelt and put your serving tray in the upright and locked position — here I go…
I have never been more ambivalent about a Presidential election in my lifetime than I am about this one. I will truly not be voting “for” anyone. If I vote at all, it will be against someone, not for them.
When I lived in Charlotte, everytime someone dropped a snow cone in the street, they declared a winter storm emergency and closed the schools. In Miami, everytime someone lets a moist sneeze rip, they declare it a Tropical Storm and close the schools. What’s the deal with closing the schools all the time.
I have become officially addicted to Café Cubana. If I don’t get my thimbleful first thing in the morning, I keep smacking my keyboard with my forehead for the first three hours of work.
Someone should count how many times every newscast NBC Anchor Brian Williams says “As Always….”. It’s very annoying.
Apparently the new fad at the Democratic Convention is for all the media people to wear those little microphones that fit over their ear and across the cheek. But oddly, it seems to make everyone of them sound like they are talking through their nose.
No matter what he says, no matter what he does, deep down in my heart, I will always believe that John McCain loathes evangelical Christians. I simply do not trust him with Ronald Reagan’s conservative legacy. Not even a little.
I’m thinking we should all be paying a whole lot more attention to what the Russians are doing these days than we currently are.
I really, REALLY hate to admit this – but those Chinese people really know how to throw an Olympic show. I’m also guessing that most Chinese people wish they could have each received the $30 PER PERSON that their government spent on the Olympics. For some of them, that would have been like 2 months pay.
The Jamaican Bolt fellow can sure run fast, but he was really classless every time he won. He made a fool of himself with all the gloating and histrionics. Took all the fun out of watching him break the world records. Now that Michael Phelps? First class every time.
I now have 12 beautiful green Conyers parrots who feast at my bird feeder. I know that some little kid probably cried when their pet parrot escaped, but I’m really enjoying having them visit my house now.
You know that commercial that Visa ran during the Olympics that ended saying “Go World”? I really hated it. Couldn’t decide if it was an effort at being politically correct, whether some other planets had decided to barge into our terrestrial games or this was the brainchild of some limp-wristed, commie-hugging member of the illuminati – but anyway you cut it, it just irritated me.
If I was a Democrat, (let us pause and consider the implausibility of that postulation) I’d be really ticked off that Obama and Clinton didn’t figure out a way to be on the same ticket. If they had, it would have been wise for the Republicans to have just ceded the election on gone on vacation. Now, it’s going to be an actual race.
A mother Muscovy duck (a Muscovy duck is the UGLIEST bird known to mankind. The can only get vultures to go with them to the duck prom.) just brought her THIRTEEN hatchlings into my yard last night and they are as cute as little brown and yellow cotton balls which only goes to prove that everyone was “cute” at some point because if something has ugly as a Muscovy duck can have cute babies, there’s hope for everyone.
You will not find SCUBA diving on my list of 100 Things I Want to do Before I Die. I would, however, be interested in trying another Fried Twinkie but I need to leave that toward the end of my list as it is likely to go ahead and kill me.
I don’t think watching the political news is nearly as fun now that Tim Russert is gone. He made politics a spectator sport. He was to politics what Harry Carey was to the White Sox. It just doesn’t seem right to be at the “game” without him.
I’d rather watch a test pattern – no make that a SNOWY test pattern than anything on MSNBC – particularly anything in which Keith Olbermann has the slightest chance of appearing.
Why is it that local FOX stations have a reputation for being over-the-top, out-of-control sensational? Charlotte’s FOX station had a weatherman that acted like a drunk hamster on speed most of the time (come to find out, he WAS on something many times on air which is why he received a nice extended “vacation”). In Miami, the FOX affiliate turns every line of Thunderstorms into the offspring that would occur if Hurricanes Andrew and Katrina were to have ever conceived. “Buy Milk! Hoard your bread! We’re all going to die!!!!” It’s really quite ridiculous. If a bad storm were actually to come, they’d just all have to burst into flames to get our attention.
I think Latino worshippers are the most passionate worshippers I’ve ever worshipped with and I love it. It makes me wish I had just a little Latin blood in me somewhere. Unfortunately, I’m THE whitest white boy in the room. Except for one other guy who shall remain anonymous, but his first name is “Jim”.
I consider Cashews and Macadamia Nuts to be the Royalty of the “Nut Food Group.” However, I also am secretly very fond of the crazy-uncle-you-keep-locked-in-the-attic member of the nut family — the boiled peanut.
I’m not a Joel Osteen fan at any level, but I think that stewardess was trying to rip him off by suing his wife. I mean, seriously, the woman claimed she got hemorrhoids over an altercation about a spilled coke? My goodness, if someone really got ticked at her, the she’d probably would immediately breakout in hemorrhagic boils from head to foot. And who would want to experience THAT at 30,000 feet?
I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me, “Are you ready for some football?!?!?!?”. When they do, I’m going to say “YES!” I just wish I knew how to play Fantasy Football. But it’s probably good that I don’t as I would probably be so obsessed with it that I wouldn’t write another blog article until February. And that mere possibility will probably be enough for a lot of people to ask if they want me to have them tutor me in Fantasy Football. But I’m going to pass. Don’t hate me. I’ve gotta’ write.
And with that…..Consider this rant OVER!