Doo York City

I hate having to walk to work in the freezing cold. I started walking to work when I moved back into the City. It's probably the only exercise I get all day. That and the 2 times a day on average I go to the bathroom. When it is really cold, I brave it and turn up at work feeling like I've been working in a Siberian Slave camp.
Still, it's not the cold that bothers me the most during these walks. That distinction goes to the frozen dog shit that people forget/to lazy to pick up after their cherished pooches. Poo from a little Pomeranian doesn't really leave to big a mess and therefore, although not totally acceptable, is not too bad. No, it's the poo from the Shepard/Bernard variety I have issues with. Most of the time I avoid the hot zone of these scatological mine fields. However, there is an occasional "slip-up" and I wind up having to clean off my shoe later, assuming I even realize I've been victimized before I walk into my apartment.
We should teach these dogs to use a bathroom like we do. It would really be better for all involved if they could learn this courteous technique . Plus, like myself, it would give them two places to get their daily exercise.

What ever you say you are, you're not.

I was thinking about something yesterday as I read Page Six in the Post (yeah, whatever). I sometimes read about hot women, be they models, actresses, or models who think they're actresses who say that they are big nerds in their regular lives.
What's up with that?
They'll say stuff like, "Yeah, I get to go to the coolest parties and travel to exotic locales but when I'm home, laying on my couch by myself, I'm just a regular nerd doing nerdy stuff."
There has got to be some contradictory of terms somewhere in that statement.
I think that maybe this is the reason nightlife hotspots like Duvet and Bed were created. It gives models, actresses, or models who think they're actresses places to go that intertwine there cool, exotic lives with their inner nerdy cores. They can lay down in trendy places and just be regular nerds doing nerdy stuff.

Anticipation

I was gonna wait until my lunch time to post a new blog but apparently I have 1 fan and the wait was driving him mental. So I am posting an hour earlier. The pressure may cause this post to be less than stellar though. I blame my 1 fan.
I have to confess my addiction to Scrabulous in this post. It's not crack but the rush is just as good. It ties nicely into the title of this particular day's blog. I love the anticipation of making my next turn during a game (I currently have 9 games open although some people are apparently not addicted to this game and don't play all the time. I don't complete understand why they don't. Maybe they like crack instead). A 7-letter bingo is practically orgasmic. I don't actually ruin my underwear but I feel that if I ever get a triple digit bingo, I might do it. Happily.
I don't think I have a problem but if I do then that's...ok. Maybe one day I'll wind up in SA (not the Nazi Sturmabeilung Storm troopers... Scrabulous Anomymous... that's a great band name) and meet others like me. I'll complete the 12 steps and stop playing altogether. Some time in the future I'll probably be at a party and someone will break out there old scrabble board game. I'll be asked if I want to participate and politely but firmly decline. I'll be content to sit there and watch others enjoy a game that I once felt very passionate about. It will be a small price to pay but a healthy one.

starting a blog

I was speaking to some people here in the office and they suggested a blog. So here is my first entry. I'm sure more profound things will come to me as time goes on but for now, I wanted to get the ball rolling. I'll start with this: Why do people insist on going out in public with bed head? Is it laziness? The inability to care what one looks like? A reminder of mind blowing sex just had a couple of hours prior? I guess that last one would be ok. But any other excuse is inexcusable.