The ZZZ told me the other day "I am the Zizzer Zazzer Zuzz." I am sort of shocked he knew.
He's got Pretty Persuasiion. I don't got Pretty Persuasiion. Maybe I should get me some. Poison Rationality. The problem with getting what you want is that usually it costs more than you think it will. Its just a talk. After all you do know best.
Streaming the consciousness. It makes for a stupid sounding (looking?) blog. But then none of my blogs reek of intelligence.
Right now I am sitting on a bench outside fado Irish Pub in LODO Denver. If you have a Brad Hop type arm, you can hit Coors field with a baseball from where I am sitting.
It is a nice little spot under a shade tree. It is a good little spot to come on days when I just have to get out of the office for a few minutes. When (and if) I leave CHFA, I will miss this spot...unless I get another gig right here in LODO.
Whenever I sit here I think about taking the rest of the day off and sitting on fado's deck drinking Irish beers. I do not think my customer would approve of me doing that. The Tweedle Beetles probably would not have a problem with me drinking beer instead of working. But then they would probably welcome the opportunity to tattle on me.
Damn those Tweedle Beetles.
So, thinking about it is as far as I will ever get.
Anyway, I need to get back to work. That computer program won't write itself yet.