Preemptive joy strike!

I'm heading to a meeting - won't be around over the weekend. SO - this is for you - joy in advance. Watch it now - or save it 'till next week. the call is yours.

Now - I have more lunch to order.

Be well. I'll be back soon...

CRAZY JOY!

Heppy forthcoming Monday. There is no video here - don't be afraid. Your computer still works.

Best Nobel prize shout-out ever...

If I were ever to win such a thing - I'd like something like this

And while I'm at it, I learned somethin new today:

Testosterone builds the length of the fourth (right) digit in the womb. The longer your ring finger (in relation to your pointing finger) the more you are likely to have mathematical, mechanical and/or musical skills.

Ah - the interwebs, What a gift they are. Thanks Al Gore!

Haiku Friday!

Dishes are quite done.

Joy for the doneness of dish!

Lobsters are funny.

Someday you'll find it.

The Rainbow Connection.

Rainbows are trite, though.

Gnomes do not exist.

This is a grave error.

Stupid God you fail.

Men. Great and evil.

Thee to a nunnery.

Safe, mais ennuyeux.

Bananas are gross.

gross gross gross gross gross gross gross.

gross gross gross gross gross.

All I want for Christmas...

New Feature! Problem of the week...

How are you? How's it going out there in the world? Everything treating you okay? North Carolina? Delaware? Chicago? England? I sure hope so - because if you are taking the time to read this little space, the least I can do is care a bit about how things are going on planet you...

Everything's treating me pretty much alright. Had a couple of ups and downs of late. The downs are piling up a tad bit, so rather than try to fix all of them at once - I'm going to selfishly use this venue to declare and attempt to solve my problem of the week...

This week it is (drumroll please) SMOKING!

Yes ladies and gentlemen - I have fallen off the three year old wagon. I actually slowly slid off of the wagon, holding onto it's rusty bumper with the index finger of my left hand, while putting my annual meeting up - and now I'm kind of fucked.

Yes - cumulative smoking makes me feel crappy, but the flip side is I really like to smoke.

I could, in fact write a little ditty about all of the joys that smoking brings me, I will instead say the following. I'm going out to see one of my favorite bands tonight, and when I wake up tomorrow - I'm going to not be smoking.

Siiiiiiigh.

Has to be done though - I will greive a little bit for the smoking I do. I will possibly be able to make the transition from non-smoking smoker - to actual non-smoker. shut up Boo.

So toss me a cigarette - I think there's one in my raincoat.

I'll see you kids tomorrow.

It's Monday eve - let there be JOY!

This is for you...I think it's delightful. Below - another version with Yo Yo Ma. Which is both fun to say AND type. How many things can you say that about?

Joy! Version 2

I got this off of the work camera today...

And no. I don't work at one of THOSE places. My office may be more interesting than I originally thought.

Who wants to start the day off right?

You need a kick in the ass? Feeling a little slow? Let's begin our day with this...shall we? I'm feelin some Beatles. Let's all have a great day!

And be careful out there :)

JOY! here's some joy already. Calm down.

I have not forgotten you. Better joy may follow later. enjoy.

Non Sequitur time! Ten random thoughts…

1.) If I were given the choice of being plucked to death by birds or being locked in a house with Bjork and Vincent D’Onofrio - I would honestly be torn about which was the most horrifying.

2.) When you are a woman in your early 30s and you tell people you don’t want children, they seem to think you are kidding. Or lying to yourself.

3.) I like black.

4.) And cupcakes.

5.) And fishnet stockings.

6.) I hope that when I am old, I have awesome flannel pajamas. And a porch for dancin’.

7.) I’m not entirely sure that ALL of the seven holy virtues are a good idea. Just generally speaking – I’m thinking at least one or two should come off of the list.

8.) If I was Dale Chihuly I would blow a set of glass eyes to match my various outfits.

9.) The genetic lottery can be a bitch some days.

10.) When adulthood is not awesome, it can be a real pain in the ass.

Holla for Monday! Let's bring on the joy...of hungarian sausages...

I bet you thought I forgot about you. I have close to three whole hours left in Monday - so I'm counting this joy as on time, but just under the wire. So cut me some slack will ya. Yeah -I know you had to spend all day at work joy-free. BUT now you've kind of got extra joy for Tuesday....

Sincerely,

Abe Froemann, the Sausage King of Chicago