I haven't felt like blogging lately. You are saying, "Yeah, sure." And I'm saying, "It's true!" So, I came up with an idea. Unique? I don't know.
I thought I would have some consideration for those who visit and make them feel somewhat at home by checking where they come from in my visitor stats (Granted, it's the free version; so, maybe the location is not really accurate. I figure it's the thought that counts.) and publish some tidbit of news or information. All our other readers will get an idea of what's going on in other bloggers' or lurkers' parts of the world. And don't feel slighted. Boredom sets in with overwhelming speed and ferocity nowadays. Spring is so far away. The next holiday is Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, but I'm looking forward to Groundhog Day, when I will probably be headed down to the country to fire a nail gun and whack off planks with a miter saw, weather permitting, with my good friend, DT. Aaaah, the smell of freshly sawn wood. I love it.
In any event, over in Kirksville, Indiana, which is in the northeast corner of the state, the local Girl Scout troop, with its 15 members, starts its annual cookie sale tomorrow. If you are in the area, please place your order. And if a lawyer comes up to you and asks you to buy some cookies, tell him to have his daughter stop by because he will surely take your money, but never give you the cookies! Goddamn lawyers! They're all bastards! String them all up, I say!
Next week in Ocala, Florida, starting on Friday and running through Sunday is the annual Ocala Horse Breeders' Company auction. I'm not into horses or horseracing, but it seems like the only thing that is news in Ocala is horses. What's with that? There's like a thousand horses for sale. And there are other horse auctions besides that one. I can't tell you where Ocala is located. There's probably some horse race tracks there. In Florida, I've been to Sanford, where the other team burned wooden bats in a barrel to keep warm, and Daytona Beach, where it was Bike Week and we had a run-in with some bikers, and Disney World, to which I will never return, having witnessed some guy forget that he was supposed to go into the restroom to ... well, never mind, and Cocoa Beach, where Stacey and I scared the bejesus out of some little kids with our old man mask and where I had an encounter with a cockroach the size of Rhode Island, which Stacey claimed was a "palmetto bug." That brobdingnagian cockroach is a big reason I will never reside in Florida.
In Houston, some dude is shooting laser beams at people. That could be a violation of the Patriot Act; so, he better watch where he's beaming.
Here's the story. Woman buys Labrador Retriever. Man wants to get to carnally know woman. Woman tells man to bugger off. Man stabs Labrador Retriever in the neck. Man gets arrested because that is a crime in Overland Park, Kansas.
There was no news in Saybrook, Illinois, when I checked. I did discover that Saybrook is near Foosland, which is probably about the same distance apart as Gomer and Elida out here in Ohio. And Saybrook has a population of 756. This week, Crucial Conversations by Kerry Patterson is the best selling book on Amazon in Saybrook.
It seems that some unmarked tanks passed through Vancouver, Washington. I think these are probably being shipped over to Iraq for use by the Iraqi police, you know, for running radar in Baghdad, Fallujah, and Mosul ... mostly in Mosul, I'd say. So, watch your speed up around that way.
Oh! In New York City, it is Golf World Business Network's goal to be the golf industry's No. 1 source for news and information. Someone from Advance Magazine Publishers decided to check out the old Golf-Blogger here. Impressive. But, alas, the blog is rarely about golf, in case you haven't noticed. Nobody reads golf stories. Go figure. By the way, the Old Course just outside Kabul is open for play again. Anyone interested in a golf vacation package there?
A Greensburg, PA, cop got to read 63 e-mails between a computer guy and a fake 15-year-old girl. The computer expert apparently figured out that this "15-year-old" was really the police trying to accommodate his requests and was just messin' wid 'em. That's what his lawyer made up said in court. Of course, the lawyer wasn't under oath. Hee-hee.
Keyport (New Jersey) First Aid transported an unresponsive 40-year-old, Robert Phillips, to a local hospital, where he coughed up some small plastic bags. Why did the nurses think the bags contained cocaine? Hmmmm.
Illinois 83 and North Avenue in Elmhurst is the worst intersection to drive through in Illinois. Another location for crashes of monumental proportions occurring annually is 1060 W. Addison Street in Chicago.
Still bored.
Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling.
Posted by Bill at January 6, 2005 11:51 PMWe all need a break from blogging at times and hope your lack of desire to blog is not a permanent one. I will miss you and Stacey.
What a busy, busy country you live in. Over here they're thinking of letting priests have relationships because they aren't many left. Is it to attract more new priests or to "breed" (sorry Stacey) baby ones?
Posted by: Anji at January 7, 2005 02:51 AMAck. You didn't get around to Wisconsin. Wonder why that is??? Perhaps you were feeling slighted about your inability to comment on my fabulous blog. hmm. could be. I'll go off and find the news that's fit to print about my fair city and come back and report... *going off to check the news* ...
oh yeah... how about my friend who was murdered a few years back and his co-worker? Still no arrest there. But the priest who was a "person of interest" that the investigators had been talking to again recently, the one who's computer they'd taken and searched... he's dead. Committed suicide. And the community is in an uproar and calling for details of the investigation to be released because he must have been the murderer since he went so far as to risk hell over their interest in him... We aren't boring around here!
Posted by: Keri at January 8, 2005 01:57 AMKeyport is an exciting place, but that is not the most interesting thing that ever happened there. Did you ever see the film called Big Night? That was filmed in Keyport and has many shots of the local color. It's the one about two Italian brothers trying to make in in the American restaurant business and it features the object of everyone's desire, the tympano. (Hey, why don't you make one of those and post that recipe in The Kitchen?)
Posted by: Suzette at January 10, 2005 08:12 AMi've made tympano before. good idea on doing it again and posting it in the kitchen, suzette. gotta wait for a special occasion for THAT one though. just a LITTLE labor intensive.
btw, i LOVE that movie!
Posted by: stacey at January 10, 2005 09:14 AM