The Office TV Show Series on NBC: Creed Thoughts

Man, February has been party central. Oscar said he's throwing an "Oscar Party." (And I thought he couldn't get any more egotistical.  Boy, was I wrong.) And Pammy threw a "Grammy Party." (She's also stuck-up, but can't spell very well.) And then I threw a birthday party for my parakeet. Nobody came. Guess they all were too busy at Pammy and Oscar's parties. Oh well, more "seed" for me.

Today is seven years exactly from the day I broke that mirror.  It was just my car's rearview, but it caused a ton of bad luck (mostly backing up into things when I drove). I'm glad that'll be over now.

Sometimes after dinner, I'll just noodle on the guitar. It helps if the mission downtown is serving spaghetti that night.

One of the girls in the bank where I work started bragging about how her nails were done.  It would really save me time if my nails were done.  Much of my hair is already done.

They say you don't die until your job here is done.  So I've decided to take on the job of counting to infinity, one day at a time.  Currently at 4.  Or is it 3?  Well, better start over.  

People ask if I do anything to stay in shape.  Truth is, not much.  I'm on that old seafood diet.  I eat rotten seafood hoping to get food poisoning and drop a few pounds. This week I gained 5, but I've got a good feeling about those shrimp I left out on the counter.

Some days you feel like a nut, other days you feel like a normal, well-adjusted member of society hoping to be productive. But mostly the first one.

I often have these vivid dreams, but can never remember any of them. So last night, before turning in, I placed a blank pad of paper and sharpened pencil on my nightstand. I must have woken up in the middle of the night because I found some writing on the paper and some bloodstains (probably caused by the sharp pencil.  Or the open switchblade I also keep there).

It was mostly scribbles, but here's what I was able to make out:

Toblerone car grip at Fresno aookeas dot com.  Wayward lassie between razzlematterizing hoy senorita (OR senioritis).

I'll post an update after I get a chance to look up what it means in one of those  dream interpreter books.


Man, I can't believe it's 2013 already.  "2013" sounds like the title of a science fiction movie, doesn't it?  But we're living it!  I remember RAZR phones, DVDs, and Angry Birds Cereal for crying out loud.  Where does the time go?
For fun, on New Year's Day I bought my first lottery ticket and thought I'd choose variations of the year.  2, 0, 13, 1, 3, 31.  Unfortunately, the ticket was already filled in by the guy I bought it from and it was three months old.  I looked up the numbers on the lottery website (remember websites??) and, surprise, surprise, I did not win.  Oh well, I still have lots more chances with those half-priced scratchers I got from the same guy (pre-scratched, so that'll save me some time, too).


My doctor told me I need to get in shape this year.  Well, he's not actually my doctor, he's more of a part-time pharmacist.  And he didn't actually tell me I needed to get in shape, he alluded to it by giving me a bunch of stationery bikes.  You know, note cards with drawings of bicycles on the front?  I'm not sure how that's going to get me in shape, but I got his message loud and clear.  I think.


Oh, one more thought before I start my 11:30 a.m. fade.  Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to catch pigeons and he's the most popular guy on Jefferson Ave.  Thanks again, Larry.  Miss you, bud.