Terrible Analogies

It’s funny how children can change your jaded view of the world:

Some days at work are better than others.

This week I’ve been stuck writing emergency code and configuring SQL databases. Each day being a solid eight hours of staring at a computer screen with almost no breaks (I’m just thankful for the stockpile of Big Red I keep in my desk drawer).

This is how I felt during my drive home last night:

I much prefer the weeks at work when I feel like this:

But hey, we all have our professional ups and downs. No biggie. It all evens out in the end…

Having intimate first hand experience with the handicapped in both my personal and military life, this video put a smile on my face.

Very cool…

I’m going to be taking the next two days off, so for all of my North American friends:  Happy Thanksgiving!

For everybody else:  Happy Thursday!

Tonight Karin and I are going to make a dessert (Chocolate Turtle Cheesecake) to take over to the parents for Thanksgiving dinner Thursday eve, where I hope to avoid my sister who now considers herself an “artist” and can’t stop going on about her run down apartment-turned-studio where the next door neighbor hasn’t bothered to take down the crime scene tape from last month’s “incident”. Oh, she’s a pip, that one.

Regardless, on Thursday night I plan to do much of the following after stuffing my face:

Will be back to posting Monday morning after the tryptophan wears off.

Hope everyone is able to ease into the holidays unscathed. See you next week!

I remember my parents taking me to Las Vegas many, many years ago when velour, Caprice convertibles, the color ‘avocado’, and gold-buckled shoes were riding high on the cultural wave.  We walked the strip, oogled the casinos, and even went into Circus Circus.  And it was at Circus Circus that I first saw the Wheel Of Death.

Back then, the Wheel Of Death was situated right smack dab in the middle of the casino.  The performers would risk their lives spinning around above the heads of oblivious people below who were too wrapped up in chain smoking and Baccarat to take notice of the comedy of horrors thinly disguising itself as family amusement.

But not me. I was riveted to the action.

There were several times during the act that I swore the performers were going to tumble uncontrollably from the rapidly spinning catwalks and twist awkwardly in space before slamming back first on to the jagged slot machines below.  

I recall closing my eyes more than a few times during the show.

And here I am, many years later, and I’m still shocked at what these people get away with:

I swear, these guys are doing nothing less than cheating death.  And to the performer who just had to jump rope on this contraption…stop it before you kill yourself. I saw you try to play off that stumble that nearly did you in. Seriously man, just stop it.