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I can’t help myself. The 12 for a penny or the price of one or whatever is too good a lure for me. I usually join, fulfill my obligation and get out. 6 months later I get back in. I am about to get back out again.

Got a flyer in the mail today, who are these people think they are kidding? A “Hot Pick” is highlighted on page 5 – Chris Issak’s Heart Shaped World! The album is from 1989. how can that be hot unless they still have several thousand copies in the warehouse and some boss is HOT to get rid of them. How about this? They have a two page spread entitled “Then & Now” with 2 albums from the same artist from the past and then one from the present, one such pairing is the Back Street Boys’ then, Milenium (1999) and now, Black & Blue (2000). Wow, their sound really has evolved over all those year.

I guess I set myself up for this one. Way back in the late 80’s when the internet was young, my favorite past time was to view other folk’s web pages. Find an ISP and look at all the local people’s sites. Some were lame, some were good and others were awe inspiring. I could waste hours a night surfing home pages.

Flash forward to the 00’s (?) and today’s new home page is the blog. Go to the Blogger home page and there on the left are recently updated blogs and blogs of note. Click one and it leads to more, which lead to more and the next thing I know it is time for bed. how I got there last night I don’t remember, but I started reading Sean’s Daily Drivel and for whatever reason it captivated me.This guy was writing about ordinary events like most, but he was incomplete. He kept refering to Kelly in the past tense. I read further and further back and then there it was, February 25th would have been his wife, Kelly’s, birthday and this was the one month anniversay of her death! Just 6 weeks ago Sean is another happy-go-lucky 25 year old, married for about 6-1/2 years and today he is a widower. Wife got sick on a Saturday with what they thought were kidney stones and by Monday she was gone, a victim of a blood infection.

That wasn’t what I bargined for while reading blogs. Damn, I’ve been bummed all day thinking about that. One day things are cool and like 48 hours later your world is rocked, big-time. Hang in there Sean, I hope the blogging helps ya. It sure opened my eyes.

Law and Order, the original, is one of a few TV shows I still watch regularly. I usually tape it, because it is so much better to fast forward through the commercials. We normally watch the tape on Fridays with dinner as we wind down from the work week. For whatever reason, we didn’t watch it then, we watched it tonight. They usually keep me guessing until the end by using plot twists, so it is hardly ever who you think it is.

Tonight they needed to link a guy to some money used for paying someone to kill his mistress. No matter how hard the DAs looked they couldn’t find a connection. They finally got the guy’s wife to come forward with a bank withdrawal form that made it look like he had gotten the money from one of his kids college funds. The jury convicted him because of it. Afterwards the assistant DA noticed the similarity between the wife’s handwriting and the signature on the withdrawal slip. The DAs confront the wife to see if she will admit to fabricating the slip. No way will she do it. They are left to believe that the wife set up the husband. Neat trick. Too neat I say. First thing they would have done is get the police to verify who actually withdrew the payoff money (if there ever was money withdrawn.) And even if they didn’t because it was the final nail in this guy’s coffin, certainly his defense lawyer would have checked out the slip.

The absolute greatest invention since self-service, has been the card reader on the pump. You no longer need to go inside and have to wait in line behind people buying cigarettes, lottery tickets, 64oz Giant Gulps or whatever. You just pull up, fill up and go. The stations without these new pumps are becoming rarer and rarer and if I stumble on one, I’ll just drive across the street.

Needed to get some gas today. When I was done and returned the pump handle, no receipt came out. So inside I went, ugh. The woman gave me some lame excuse about it being out of paper, but I know better. These corner quick stops must be losing a lot money in lost impulse buys with those pumps, so they are programmed to every once in awhile not print a receipt so that you have to go inside. While I waited for the person in front of me to pay for their gas, I used my superior will-power to not pick up a butane lighter or one of those rolled up astrology forecasts.