The verity of reports that I am in fact dead, are completely invalid.
In addition to school, work, music, web development, family and moving,  I am also attempting to learn how to develop facebook applications. (Lessons in learning more about PHP & SQL so that I will add further skills for employment opportunities)

I have had a thing for muffins of late, however, I have yet to purchase or even make any.  Every time I pass by them in Albertsons, I stop, pause and think about buying some. I deny them from myself because I need the feeling of bitter disappointment to counter my normal jubilant self .  Either that or  I am being chased by knife wielding leprechauns from the produce section, so time really is of the essence.  One of these days I may surprise myself and give in to my cravings. 

So as part of Operation Uber Health, we actually removed the Juice Machine from it’s box as it has never been used since it was purchased like 3 years ago.  As a gadget lover it’s cool.  As one who has a great and deep appreciation for food (a.k.a. a “foodie”) it’s tasty, as a way to make cost effective juice it fails miserably.  A 6 pound bag of apples produced about a half gallon of juice.  We need to buy fruit wholesale now!  Strangely you can get more juice from 1 normal sized carrot, then you can from a gala apple.  I will probably be glowing in the dark bright orange before long but I will be able to see through walls.  That will make the neighbors nervous.

Speaking of neighbors…we have 1 that seems a bit odd.  Double car garage that is left open during the day.  Reminds of when we lived in suburbia.  Strangest phenomenon would occur on the Weekends.  All of the suburbanites would leave their garage doors open during the day.  I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to figure that one out.  Those were in the days before I had a hobby. You know, like blogging.

Anyway, back to the neighbor.  She freakishly spends a great deal of time in the garage talking on the phone and loud enough that her voice cariies quite a distance.  Perhaps she gets a better signal there?

I did have something extremely important to say today, but I can’t think of it because it’s Saturday.

I’m at work having a break and perusing darwinawards.com  here are some highlights of Stupid human tricks:

Robert, 37, shot himself while explaining gun safety to his wife in Glendale, California, when he placed a .45-caliber pistol he thought was unloaded under his chin and pulled the trigger. Shovestall’s wife told police that the incident occurred after her complaints about her husband’s 70 guns prompted him to demonstrate their safety.

A 23-year-old bar-brawler who had been escorted out of the Turtle Club in Florida by a bouncer, sneaked back in and leaped off a staircase, aiming a kick at another man, but was killed when he landed on his head.

Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet, didn’t put enough postage on a letter bomb, and it came back marked “return to sender.” He opened the package and was blown away.

Two animal rights activists were protesting the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn by freeing a captive herd. Suddenly all two thousand of pigs stampeded through the gate they were opening, and trampled the hapless protesters to death.

News of the Weird reports that in September 1996 a man was crushed to death on a stairway at the Sammis Real Estate and Insurance office in Huntington, N.Y., while he was stealing the office’s 600-pound safe. He apparently violated that cardinal rule of hauling massive objects: Never stand on a step lower than the one the safe is on. The safe was empty at the time of the incident.

In San Jose, California, Herman, an avid hunter, used the butt of his shotgun to bash his girlfriend’s windshield during an argument. But his loaded gun accidentally discharged into his stomach, killing him and ending the argument.

In other news, I had the honor of reconnecting with an old friend over some beers at a local watering hole.  It was great fun and we’ll be making a point of getting together more often.  He mentioned in facebook that he had to get up early and clean his bathroom as he promised his wife.  I have to wonder how the smell of toilet cleaner affects the body after a night of drinking?  Normally it’s an intolerable smell in a state of well being.  Who the hell wants their toilet to smell like wrigley’s spearmint gum??  Why not something more interesting like those silly glade smells.  “Ocean mist on a Spring day”.  I digress.

And finally, In honor of the end of the Presidential debates I post this: