Shama Lama Ding Dong!

Check the styles. A good Margarita goes a long way, don't it? What's today? Saturday. Oh yeah... every day is really a Friday. Time to blog out with my frog out! About what? You need to watch the movie Legend. Yeah you! It's an 80's flick. It is also one of Tom Cruise's lesser know roles. Who loves the eightees? VH1 does! Do you? I don't, anymore.

Long story. The end of it seems so far away. Good night...

The Long Weekend Cometh and Goeth

Funny how weekends begin suddenly. Big plans are always a must. For example the wedding of two sets of good friends. One set of whom I had to cancel on in order to make the others' wedding. I had to cut my visit to the other wedding short. The reason being I was to become part of the ungulating mass cheering on the 40,000 plus Marathon runners.
My parents were among the minions attempting this journey throughout the great city of Chicago. This was their fourth time running the darn thing. They are in their early 50's.

It was a wonderful site. The pulsating energy was almost tangiable. The companionship and comradery was unmistakeable. Spectators waiting to pounce on a friend or family member. Running quickly, in step, for a brief moment. Sheer adrenaline! You, yes you, should have have been there. Should... have... been... there. Shoulda' been there.

Congratulations to all the brave, tireless souls who completed this great event!

My Aide Refuses to Come In On Time

Perhaps most of you out there would much rather read on about how I suffer without the aid of my... Aide. She seems to think she has the stamp of approval to stroll in LESS THAN EARLY EVERY MORNING! Misguided individual. Some might say: "Good, I don't even have an aide." But I'm sure you have something else I don't! Good day.

The Ubiquitous Presence of A Mispent Leadership

Disorder is best-friends with Chaos. Global Chaos is dating Misconduct. Chaos and Global Chaos are not related but they are best-friends. Chaos always had a thing for Misconduct, but she is way out of his league. Disorder always had a thing for Global Chaos (and Misconduct). So, one fine evening, after a Champgne (note: funny how it is still a part of the French royal domain) imbibing extraveganza, Disorder puts the moves on Global Chaos. Global Chaos, being the pompous ass he is, neglects to avert from the gaze of the all-seeing eye (his own demise).

The following day, in a haze of mislead thoughts and nonsensical idealogies, Global Chaos stumbles incoherently towards his private chambers.

Meanwhile, in Gotham... Inquiring minds want to know. Does our fledgling leader have the answers to the inquisition-prone, nation-building, political posturing he has put forth in the name of his good countrymen?

The saga continues...