What I do do

Sometimes people are confused about my job. They wonder if I even have a job. But I do. I work. I found this video I took years ago driving back from a case in Idaho. I know you can't see anything in it, but it's the audio that is the key. The guy you hear in pain is Shad, who had just eaten some undescribably nasty food at Burger King and was paying dearly. So this is me working.

Didn't Yo Mama Teach You?

What is up with people and perfumes and things that smell very badly?! Everywhere I go I get stuck by someone who stinks. The gym, theaters, airplanes...you name it. People think, "Oh, this stuff smells good, I bet if I put the whole bottle on my neck I will be irresistable." Right, why not go swimming in a pool of cologne before you get on an airplane?. There I was, sitting patiently in a middle seat waiting to fly home from visiting Max in Kentucky. And along comes a very attractive man and to my suprise he sat by me (I can't remember the last time I was on a plane and got to sit by a cute guy). My accute olfactory senses picked up on his cologne overload immediately and 5 minutes later I was ready to puke. It took me 12 hours to get over the migraine that his carelessness caused. Cute doesn't count once the artificial smell threshold is reached, unless you look like my lil' big Max.

Where To Begin

I have finally succumbed to the societal pressures of blogging, and I do it with enthusiasm. I feel relieved to join the masses. Next project: Match.com. I really can't wait for that one.

There is no possible way to catch up on all that has happened in the last 34 years....so I begin with only this picture and a story. As you can see, I look happy. Happy for several reasons #1 I am in Palo Alto #2 I had just eaten a mint brownie made by Kay Paugh #3 I am about to go biking on sunday.