Freeflow of thoughts

Today’s blog will consist simply of stream-of-consciousness style thoughts, questions and observations. ‘Cause that’s just how I feel like doin’ it today.



You know you’re in for a day of it when your stomach starts growling for lunch at 10:30 in the morning.


Why is it that when I channel surf VH1 in the morning, I always seem to find a Lady Gaga video and in every video, she seems to wear oddball 80s-esque high-leg swimsuits? Who decided that was cool? And for the record, the last guy I dated who used a term similar to “disco stick” was incredibly lame. I don’t wanna take a ride on someone’s disco stick, no thank you.


Why do the people next door want to cram their house full of oversized, ill-behaved Labradors? These dogs are like freakin’ Sasquatches and I know they cannot possibly have enough room to breathe. I also imagine their carpet probably looks and smells like a shit-hole out at the lake.


It appears that the goal of all the cops in Oklahoma right now is to try to gouge people on traffic stops. Half of Tulsa is torn to hell with construction so they are lurking like demonic flies to swarm people where the fines double. Here’s a novel idea: how about try to catch some of the murderers, robbers and rapists in town?


In one such construction zone along 2-44 last week, I saw a man damn near raking his genitals off. It was one of the construction workers and it was like he did not care at all that every car in this gridlock could see him grabbing at his junk. It was not an idle scratch or an idle pull. It was like a full-out lingering at the genitals. One more step and it would have been public masturbation.


To me, cold pasta primavera that has gelled in the refrigerator the night before tastes better than something hot off the stove. Cold mac-and-cheese is also awesome.


If you want to see the ruin of someone, look for someone who’s been handed everything in life without working for it. I totally get why DJT says he will make his kids work for a living and not leave them with some huge inheritance that they can squander. Without exception, every single person I know in life who has been handed things without work is: a wastrel, spoiled and generally unable to maintain adult responsibilities for any significant length of time. As crappy as it is to be scraping along in a bleak economy, I can say that it gives me a sense of confidence that if I can survive this and come out intact, I can survive anything.