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Lying for sport, revisited.
“Oh brother. Someone is suing Janet Jackson because she suffered ‘anger, outrage, and personal injury’ after watching the Super Bowl half time show.”
“Well, maybe she was watching the special ‘3-D’ presentation of the Super Bowl and lurched back when ‘shocking episode’ took place, falling off her perch and knocking herself out on an end table.”
“There was a 3-D broadcast of the Super Bowl?”
I AM THE CHAMPION! … It is all about the presentation baby!
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Who are you again?
Have you ever had someone approach you and say, “hey , how the heck are you! I haven’t seen you in ages. You haven’t changed a bit.” I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me. Hell, I look in the mirror and I wonder who it is on the other side. Just this evening I was gazing upon my mug wondering who the hell I am. When did my face get so thick? When did my forehead begin to look more like a washboard than my abs?** When did my nose begin to look better suited for a grocery store deli case than my face? When did I start keeping my hair so short?*** When did I stop thinking of myself primarily as someone’s son in favor of thinking of myself as someone’s father? When did I grow up?****
** I never had “washboard” abs.
*** When I got married.
**** Oh shut up Cheryl.
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Windows.
Sometimes, having a window office is not all it’s cracked up to be. First, there’s the productivity problem. For those of us who are easily distracted, a window to the great outdoors can be disasterous. Then there’s the good old green house effect. You give me a window facing the sun and I’ll give you a hot office. Finally, there’s a sense of loss when you have a window. My office is at tree level. I can see a courtyard below and the sky above, but looking straight out I see branches and leaves. The trees are really close too, so I can see all of the action when a pair of squirrels chase each other around like an old episode of CHIPS. O.K., that’s all fine and good, but what does that have to do with loss? Well, today is a fine example. It is a fantastic day outside, by the looks of it. Many people would feel disturbed about working when they could be outside relaxing. That’s not my problem. I’m just as content to do my work as any other day. (Just keep your mouth shut Cheryl.) But what I wouldn’t give to be able to open one of the windows… to hear the breeze gently blowing through the branches right outside, to feel that cool breeze blowing in my face, to fill my nostrils with the smell of the woods…
I could work like that.