Sexpigeon has infected my thinking

One day, when I open the door to the office bathroom and the lights have been off due to inactivity, as they flicker on I know I will find a dead old man sitting on the toilet.

I'm always mentally prepared to check his pulse and dial 911 on my cell phone, but will I pull up his pants for him?

That was surprisingly easy to do

me: give me a word and i'll try to work it into the story somehow

Narges: unicorn

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The nemeses of great speakers, sadly, are multiplying every day (and of course the enemies of a decent or poor speaker are more numerous than unicorn stickers at a daycare). E-mails going off in pockets, free coffee (and the associated bathroom breaks), packed agendas, ambient noises and the ability to surf the web on a phone are all taking eyes from the front of the room and concentration off the source of the message.

"You have to update your blog now"

Yes Narges. Yes, I do.

I recently listed all the cars I've driven in my decade behind the wheel (read it here)and today added to that total. My work had a function at Cavallo Point (which is gorgeous) and needed people to shuttle guests from the airport.

Four of us were asked to help. One drove the boss' car, two drove their own nice cars (a new Saab and a BMW) and I had a car rented for me as my POS would not sufficiently impress the guests.

I was only marginally insulted for a brief amount of time, and when I drove the 2009 Lincoln Towncar I instantly got over it and wanted to be an old man or a mobster.

Talk about a nice ride. That car wants to go 80 mph, and you can't really do a lot to stop it. It does what it wants, and you're going to enjoy it while it does. Leather, 6-disk CD, seat that adjusted so much I had no idea when to stop (clearly not a genius) and a trunk that could fit my apartment.

So we're at 34. Here's hoping the rest continue to be as great as the most recent two

The downside of public transit

Upside: Read a book, take a nap, see the city from the water (I love being on or in the water), avoid traffic, spare the air, don't have to change tires or oil as often, feel more urban and less suburban... etc.

Downside: When the Internet I work on breaks at 5:33 and it takes 20 minutes to fix I miss the 5:49 bus back to the ferry station and city leaving only the last bus of the night for me to catch in my attempts to get to my desired destination of pants shopping and home. The last bus leaves an hour after the bus I wanted, which makes for an extra long day.

I'm still not quite giving up though.

I Know a 12 Inch Pizza Sir...

That pepperoni pizza was not bad Manchester Grand Hyatt in San Diego. But it was not a 12 inch pizza. That was easily a 16 inch pizza. Admittedly, you never claimed it was 12 inches, but the guy on the other end of room service who called me "Mr. Dillon" did, and he was way off.

I feel much better now about letting my work pay $22 for that. Not great, mind you, though I would have eaten calamari and that new Miller Green Beer if I hadn't run into familiar faces earlier, which would have cost about the same.

By getting room service at 10 to 11, I was able to drink the last of my three Acme beers I brought and charge the pizza to my room. It was pretty tasty. I was surprised. If I didn't have breakfast plans for tomorrow morning, I'd kill off the second half of you for breakfast without doubt.

But don't worry $22 16 inch pizza: I'll eat you. Luckily I have a whole fridge in my huge kitchen that I can store you in, otherwise, I'd have to crank the AC to keep the whole room cold enough to preserve you.