I just don't get it. The guy is just a moron. I love listening to talk radio, unfortunately in the middle of the day I'm either relegated to British NPR or Rush. Today he said he was going to ignore six different polls that all had Obama ahead by 8 - 10 points, and instead pointed to one that had the race tied. Now I know polls change rapidly, but come on. I mean he literally said, don't worry, then read all the polls off that had Obama ahead, blamed them all on the liberal media, and then picked out some other poll that said the race was tied. A smart person would average all the polls, not pick the one that suits you best. Or at least not read off all the others, and then say how you're right because one out of a group supports your ideal. Its just moronic.

Also, I'm sure he thought he was pretty smart today when he read some editorial out of a paper, something that ended in Star (we'll say the Kansas City Star....I'm not positive but I think that's what it was) and then said Kansas City Scar instead of Star the next few times he mentioned the paper. It just reminds me of name calling when you can't think of anything better to say. And to think, there are probably thousands of "ditto-heads" out there repeating everything he says and taking it verbatim as undeniable truth. Its pretty sad.

Its bizarre how you can forget your dreams right away, but the smallest thing can bring back the memories of it.

This morning I sat at the computer to read news and saw this orange pen I got from UHAUL when I moved out to Cleveland. Immediately I thought of my dream last night. Matt, Sean, Jenna, and myself where all trying to get into a bar (the Old Pink). Unfortunately at the same time the bar was being raided by police for underage drinking. So we waited outside for them to ferry out all of the underage kids. I found a sudoku puzzle and went for a pen in my pocket. It was the orange UHAUL pen, however it had exploded all over my pocket and ink was all over my jeans. Eventually we got into the bar and had a drink. But the whole time my khakis were covered in ink.

Like I said....littlest thing.

I have never enjoyed vacuuming. Ever. But I enjoy it now. I bought a new vacuum when I moved out here and I love it. Its a Eureka Optima that I bought at Target. And its Bright Yellow. It picks up Angelo's hair amazingly well. I don't have much more.....just that I just vacuumed and I truly enjoy it.

A few years ago Jenna and I went to NYC on a trip. We ate at this small polish restaurant called Stage Restaurant. It was a small dinner. Really just a corridor, with a bar and a few small booths. We ate at the crowded bar, and the kitchen was on the other side and you could smell all the delicious food. I ate caramelized onions there. I am not an onion fan (although I love onion rings). Those onions there were amazing. They came with my meal and I loved them. They were so good I don't even want to order caramelized onions any place else for fear of being let down.

Anyways, I have never been able to recall what the name of the place was, until today when I found a picture of it. So here's a picture of Stage Restaurant. Its located at 128 2nd Avenue, New York, NY 10003. A bunch of reviews can be found here. Next time I make it back to NYC I'm definitely going there.

I like Futurama a lot. I think it is better than the Simpsons or any other cartoon I've ever seen. Better than any other show I've ever seen. I watched it last night, one of the newer movies, Bender's Big Score. It got me thinking. Would I freeze myself to wake up 1000 years later? I don't know. Maybe. I'd miss friends and family. But you'd wake up someplace completely new. And I know it wouldn't be like any image, picture, or place people have imagined. No one imagined the start of the 21st century to be what it is. I'm sure the 30th Century will be something radically different too. Maybe, at some point in their life everyone wonders what it'd be like to just disappear, and start over brand new someplace else.

See the dwarfs and see the giants,
Which one would you choose to be?
And if you can't get that together,
he's the answer, here's the key.

You can freeze like a 30 century man,
like a 30 century man.

I'll save my bread and take it with me,
'til a hundred years or so.
Shame you won't be there to see me
shakin' hands with Charles de Gaulle.

Play it cool and saran-wrap all you can,
be a 30 century man.
You can freeze like a 30 century man,
like a 30 century man.

Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmmm

"30th Century Man" - Scott Walker

Stupid whiskey. I had two really really weird dreams last night.

In the first one, I was in this giant espansive tree fort. There were a few other people there. We were hiding from zombies. Specifically superhero zombies. Eventually when none came around we started relaxing and going from the highest part to lower parts of the fort. We were talking and laughing, and all of sudden zombies popped up behind us in between us and the higher part of the fort. So we had to run through all these zombies to get to the high part. We went from 6 of us to 3 of us on the way back. Bizarre as it was, I remember jumping over a zombie hulk to get to the high part of the fort. When we got to the high part, I remember looking back and saying "Oh crap, some superheros can fly."

In my second dream I was picking up a child from a daycare, but not just any daycare. It was a daycare run by Saddam Hussien and it was like a zoo exhibit, flat and fenced in with some playground equipment. Oh...there were also tigers around. I was there with someone else, but I don't remember who. We had to get the child out of there. So I had the child get on my back, because Saddam started waking up the sleeping tigers. We crawled around the playground on the old swingset to avoid being on the ground level with the tigers. Eventually I get to a plastic picnic table which I get up on end and soot over to the exit. My friend goes over to Hussien to get paid while I give the child to his mother. Then I head to Hussien who throws a five dollar bill at me. I walk back to my friend to see that they only got one dollar. We both decide we need new jobs.

I am a fan of whiskey. I'm drinking it now. Not so much on the rocks (how I'm drinking it now). But I do like whiskey in drinks. Jack and cokes. I could drink them all the time. Particularly with diet cola, it just tastes right for some reason. I always tell this story about how I never understood why my father hid soda in his back room in the basement. He would always have a two liter of cola hidden poorly in his back room. It wasn't until much later that I reasoned it out. Figuring that whiskey must have been hidden somewhere back there also. Maybe there wasn't. I do know he's a fan whiskey and cola like I am. Maybe he just liked soda a lot. It was hard to keep soda in a household of 7 people. But I like to think he wasn't having whiskey and cokes down there and relaxing.