Total Don

I am about to head to San Francisco for work again. I have this down to a science by now. Travel light, next to nothing but the essentials. I wear my suit the entire time and still manage to look clean and respectable (even though by the time I get home I'm rather dirty). But, in order to save the wrinkling of my dress shirt, I usually pack that neatly. So, in essence I Miami Vice-it like Don Johnson (Top gun sunglasses, white t-shirt, suit pants and jacket, running shoes, no tie, and yes, a nice bit of stubble. Watch out ladies, if I had shoulder pads in this suit, you'd all be knocked off your feet). Only thing I'm missing is flashy eighties hair.

More to come later.... (but no Philip Michael Thomas for a partner unfortunately. Don flies solo on this case)

Oh and for TV fans

Grey's Anatomy. Yes I am a pansy, but boy am I hooked.

Dateline Jersee C

So today I began my bus adventure. And what bus adventure would be complete without a case of mistaken busdentity. yes folks, I managed to get my ass on an express bus this morning after just missing the normal 190 into Secaucus and lo and behold, for all you nonbelievers our there, it seems it is possible to get in and out of NYC during rush hour in under 30 minutes. My mistake was soon realized after I passed the secaucus offshoot for the first time in my life. In my 4 plus years of living in this area and taking the trusty 190, I never had to do it during peak hours. So I found myself in Port Authority amongst all the normal day to day ramblers (or runners as the case seems to be) and had to immediately double back out. Twas kinda fun really. Sort of.

My new ride to work takes me on many a walk, ride and long walks to work. we'll see how this pans out and how long she lasts before I admit that maybe I need a new option for getting to work.


This picture is for J. it has nothing to do with Busses. it is for jay nonetheless.

Underroos Undermees

I wonder why grown men never wear Underroos. It seems pretty silly to me that men think themselves too manly or mature to wear them well into adulthood. I mean come on, we still get into fights like we did as little scrappers. We still eat food, laugh, play board games. And if it's okay to admit to liking Scooby Doo and GIJoe cartoons now as an adult, I think it's perfectly acceptable to wear underroos.
Of course, the real reason is that they don't make them in men's sizes. And there is NO other reason. I think most dudes would wear them if they came in sizes 30-52 waist.

and let's be honest, is this better?:

6 hundred Broker and 1 License Lighter

Well I'm done with all this business for now. Bussin' it I will be for a while. Paid 614 in fines and gave up the license for 7 months. Eh, such is life I suppose. Now to look up for a while instead of down as I have been for quite a while.

Anecdote for the evening: When life hands you lemons but you don't want to eat them throw em out, get some pumpkins and make pumpkin bread instead. Or, get some salt and eat the lemons like a champ. What, got somethin against lemons?

Court Diddly-ort

I'm about to head to court to get rid of my license. It will be very fun I am sure. Then maybe I can start moving on from some of this stuff and actually keep a smile on my face for a while.
I think from now on I will include a picture with most posts. Today I feel like this tree I found in a really old forest in East Anglia.


I think it's one of those uber old trees that has been around for like a thousand years. It's neat don't ya think? I wish I had a person in there to show scale

Indivisible by Three

I'm starting to realize what it means to stand in the middle, stare at those around you, and smile. But at the same time I'm also realizing that you can't expect the same things from everybody. People give what they can and they share what they think is reasonable. No matter what kind of a bond you may have, you must understand that these things will never change for us at all. We're strange creatures us peoplepods. We all have different levels of sharing and retracting ourselves. I think this picture explains it well.

See the levels? Some are tall some are short, but all these towers are the same. We're all towers, we just stick out in different ways, and all that depends on our perspectives, our biases, and our experiences. Enjoy Glasgow!

Sick as a Traditional English Breakfast

I should apologize to the English breakfast as it is quite delicious really. Eggs, toast, beans in tomato sauce, back bacon (more meaty than american bacon which they call streaky rashers which consequently also sounds a lot like poop stains so I don't dig that term), tomatoes baked, and of course this random side of mushrooms. Now, keep in mind, yes that sounds like cooking up all your old garbage (jay you just saw Uncle Buck so the phrase "Holy smokes he's cookin our garbage" should ring a bell and be quite apropos here). But really it's quite delicious and filling. You can't eat it everyday though, not too healthy, but stilll quite tasty.

But, as a result of being in the UK again, I managed to come home sick as a dog. It's one of those colds that makes you cough and cough and cough till your stomach muscles hurt. Clembie will remember this as he bruised ribs doing this once.

But Glasgow, it's a nice town. Not nearly as rancid and foul and dank and crappy as most folks might think. In fact the locals are quite friendly really and I walked up and down the river Clyde many times at night to enjoy the view. Some fine (or not so fine, please pick up on my facetiousness here) stopped me and told me I have a beautiful accent and that it was lovely to meet me. Then one of them kissed my hand and asked how old I thought they were. When i said 21 they said 17. So I bid these plump but affectionate lassies goodbye, so as not to find myself in an illegal threesome.

Parkinson's disease is a complicated and very sad disease. I was working in Scotland while I was there at this congress for the European Federation of Neurological Societies where the main topic was treatments and approaches to PD. I learned a great deal but man science, oh boy lots o science. The whole time I kept looking at my hands and thinking "Essential tremor, thank god you aren't parkinson's disease."

More later, I need to go cough up a lung.