Friday Fives

1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
Not at all. I seem to have inherited my father’s clutter gene. He had a garage filled to the very top with useless gizmos. parts, tools and exotica all his life and it was scattered in a slapshod manner so that only he knew where anything was. And he could retrieve anything from the ominous pile in a matter of seconds. My life is much like that. Laundry doesn’t get folded, newspapers everywhere. CD’s aren’t stored in any real sense of order.
It works for me.

2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
I used to religiously carry around a Day Timer. I love those little books. Two pages a day set a side to write, scribble and remind. I dumped it recently for a PDA – a Handspring Visor with a collapsable keyboard. I find I am better organized with phone numbers, birthdays and appointments but I still miss the scribbling pad.

3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
At work, yes. A clean tidy monument. At home, no. My desk is in my bedroom which looks like a teenagers room.

4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter?
I have my own method. I tend to sort more by artist/genre/mood then by some dictated alphabetical system. And the reason, I found, is that when stored alphabetically, you miss some CDs that never get listened to, that you seem to forget. So I tend to place those CDs with a similar genre (blues, jazz) together, or those of a particular mood (rocking out, car tunes or what have you) in the same area.

5. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to organize?
When I was 14 our Boy Scout troop nearly fell apart. And I really wanted to be an Eagle Scout. And if the troop folded, I would have to join another troop hosted by the Mormon’s across town. I took up the reins, got some parents to all donate some time to keep the troop going and ran the meetings myself, organizing camping trips and summer camps and outings and insisting that my dad and his adhoc committee get folks together to support the endeavor. It turned out, but it was a lot of work.

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Okay, So My Job Isn’t Bad After All

This is a bit tasteless. And after you watch it, you will have the song in your head all day and probably be angry with me.
But in the mean time, have a low brow giggle. Via Catch

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    A Vote For War Is A Vote For Peace?
    – or-
    Bomb A Country, Get A Medal?

    Bush is a Nobel Peace prize nominee? Indeed, the world has lost most of its reason. I can no longer understand why things happen. Just a few years ago I was brash enough to say out loud that I understood how the world worked.

    But a peace prize nominee because you swarmed a war with the Mother Off All Bombs? With Shock and Awe? With easily the largest and most mobile and fiercest Air and Land force the world has seen to date?

    No wonder Nelson Mandela (a Peace Prize winner for espousing non-violence and peace) doesn’t like Bush.

    Jimmy Carter should be shouting the injustice to the rafters. After all, he is a Peace Prize winner, for espousing peace and ending wars, not starting them.

    Someone help explain this.

    Now honestly, Bush and Blair won’t win the award. They were nominated by a right wing block of Stockholm legislators but the thought that it got this far and is now being thought about seriously really sickens me.

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    Look Away

    I post this out of morbid fascination to the reaction. Probably safe for work but not safe to view.
    You will never be the same.

  • The jeans are too tight
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    Maybe There Isn’t Always Room For Jello

    Prepackaged Jello Shots?
    Good Lord. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.

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    I Can Now Return To Loud Guitar Music
    Pete Townsend Charges Dropped

    Ya see, The Who is pretty cool. Deep lyrics, amazing guitar work and a really, really loud rock and roll band. When the news hit last winter that Pete may be downloading kiddie porn, ala R. Kelly or Billy Wyman, I was very sad and despondent. But it seems his argument that he was reasearching child abuse for a book he is writing won over the evidence of credit card charges to a site that sells child porn. Authorities apparently never found any porn, just the credit card receipts. Townsend has claimed he was abused as a child and has been an active child advocate most of his life.

  • Cops Drop Porn Charges Against Townsend
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    15 feet from Denver And No Mayor In Site.

    There is something romantic about a barkeeper mayor in a big western cowtown city.
    Kind of a Gary Cooper image. Or more appropriately a James Garner image.
    Support Your Local Micro Brewer.
    I can see the movie now as our tall, skinny hero takes to city hall. Two barrels of freshly brewed beer, one under each arm and a large cigar in his mouth in celebration.
    Ah but to dream.
    But I will never get to feel the joy. I live in Arapahoe County. Crap. And the kicker is that the city line is on the other side of the fence in my parking lot.

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    And Phyllis Isn’t Even On The List

    I am puzzled about this year’s dead pool. Five months in and our nine stalwart members have none of their picks on the list whom have gone down for the count.
    This is troubling.
    Is the advance of science and a culture of good, clean living getting in our way? Have we no skill at picking the next to expire? Will Bob Hope ever pass on? These people may be living.
    But.At.What.Cost.
    We all spent a few hours, searching web sites, getting advice, catching up on current events to come up with our ten names, but to no success at this point.
    Some people know that my sister is an experienced cereal serial killer and as such has the tools to not only get her to the top of the list, but to help all of us do. But in what a few years back seemed like a good idea, we enacted the now famous “Julie” clause that prohibits her from taking any lives on the list in an attempt to garner points. Sometimes I look back on that rule and just shake my head. “My God, man! What were you thinking?” I cry to the heavens. We need some action in this game. We need some points. We need to see some famous people go under the dirt to keep us entertained.
    Now, for some people not in the mix of things, a celebrity dead pool is a gruesome thing.
    “Roy,” they emplore, “This ain’t no way to get your fun.” They walk away puzzled and mumbling under their breath, unwilling to play life by a different set of rules.
    Why does life have to be played by the rules of the famous at all costs. If a person has lead a famous life and has lead a life that seeks attention of others, why can we not enjoy that fame at their passing. Why does it only have to be at the hands of their press agents to determine when, why and where they are famous. A post-partum paparazzi is just as pro-celebrity as obsessing on the latest fashions walking down the red carpet. Except at death, no one gets to really determine how they are remembered except a few obit writers and a life’s legacy of accomplishments.
    Looking at some of this year’s dead pool candidates we can expect some nice things to be said. Bob Hope will have an oozing obit and television retrospectives. Ronald Reagan will have a national day of mourning. His body will lie in state. World leaders and maybe even Al Gore will show up at his funeral.
    On the other side of the list we have Augusto Pinochet, a ruthless dictator and warlord who’s passing will be celebrated with gun shots of happiness shot in the air down in Santiago.
    Same thing with Reagan.
    Warren Zevon is on a few lists. When a rock star passes we get a chance to put our life in perspective through song and realize our own mortality.
    Zsa Zsa and Elli May Clampett are on the list. A chance to contemplate our childhood and growing up in the 60s and 70s.
    Hold on, I need some coffee.
    The meandering point I am making here is that a dead pool serves a much more important point in life than other vehicles of celebrity – a wedding, a motion picture debut, a cure for cancer – because when they die we reflect and get to think once again about “What if.”
    In the great words of Gilda Radner – “What if Eleanor Roosevelt had wings?”
    Indeed Gilda. What if.

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    Keanu = Devil

    On this the second Sunday after Easter, which according to the liturgical calendar is to focus on grace and goodwill, I bring you news that Keanu Reeves is the Anti-Christ. So before you go down to the multi-plex and sit down to the Matrix -Reloaded, beware you are watching the devil. With special comparisons of Keanu-isms and the book of Revelations. Pretty Funny.
    Swiped from Catch.com

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    Sedaris Sings Holiday

    Last Week’s This American Life (A real audio download – sorry the only way to listen) features David Sedaris reading from Me Talk Pretty One Day, his latest collection of stories. It is worth a listen just to hear Sedaris do his Billie Holiday imitation. Act II is a bit by Sara Vowell talking about her hate/hate relationship with high school marching band. If you haven’t discovered Sara Vowell yet, well get on board. She is the funniest girl on earth. This is a rebroadcast of a 1998 show but still very, very fresh.