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HOV Lanes

I know there are going to be some folks who disagree with what I’m about to say (sorry ChakaBlnd), but I don’t think you should be allowed in the HOV lanes if there is only 1 licensed driver in the car. That would mean driving kids around does not constitute usage of the HOV lanes.

Wait, before you get into that kids are people too thing, let me explain. The initial, and current, purpose for HOV lanes is to encourage carpooling. Carpooling inherently means driving multiple people around in a single vehicle who otherwise would be using additional vehicles. Kids don’t drive, hence they shouldn’t be considered a carpool. Now I know in some instances folks are driving other people’s kids around but in most situations on the interstate, during rush hour, that is not the case. Add to that that most people drive slower when driving their kids around (as they should, my driving changes with kids (and my parents) in the car) and you see why I’m against kids in the HOV.

Martha Stewart

I had recently become a fan of cnn.com. I found their front page was a quick way to keep up with the world. But the fact that their main story has been about a freed convict all day is disgusting. There has got to be something more newsworthy than the towel lady walking around her house and sending out hot chocolate……

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No concentration. No big plans this weekend just no concentration right now. Ready to go and I shouldn’t be but, I am. Oh yea, I am!

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I have a sore in my nose….and it’s ruining my FRIDAY!!! Something told me to leave that nugget in there….but oh no….had to get it and now my nose is damaged!!!!

50cents

His new album comes out tomorrow. I, personally, will not even consider buying that garbage. Wanna know why? ‘Cause I am unbelievably tired of ‘the same ol’ two step with a little twist’. Every song he puts out sounds like the song he put out last week with a different guest performer. I listen to SHADE 45 most of the time, Eminem’s station. So no doubt, I hear a lot of 50 cent (when I don’t switch the station) and I can’t believe how many songs he has circulating that sound exactly the same….ridiculous. Alas, since our pop culture is driven by people too young to drive, we are doomed to hear this dude’s insult to hiphop continue….

Me and the wifey

Me and Mrs. Xpinionated noted last night how Paula Abdul is always making comments concerning pitch and tone to the contestants on American Idol. You know, it would be one thing if Paula Abdul were a serious singer. Or even if she could carry a tune in a bar….but let’s get serious, ‘Straight Up Now Tell Me’ is not going to go down in the songstress hall of fame. ‘Opposites attract’? It had an animated cat in the video, and no one seems to be able to remember exactly how the damn song goes. And me and Mrs. X tried our damndest last night to remember to no avail.

And since I brought American Idol up, I’ll admit I will watch the show with the wifey in order to spend time together. Hell, I’ll even admit to enjoying the first few episodes when I get to see all the people who didn’t make it. But this year’s crop of contestants truly, truly, truly, truly suck. Don’t know if I an emphasize it any more than they are awfully nasty. Embarrassing even. It’s a crop like this that could cancel a show. Of course, now that I can vote with my Cingular phone, there’s no reason to…..

Oddly enough

A while back I was chiding the Atlantic division for having every team on a losing streak….nevermore, every team in the Pacific is on a losing streak as well, granted most of those teams are above 500 but still….

dedication

Yep it’s 1:50 am and I’m working. I guess I deserve it. Could have done some things different that would have probably resulted in my sleeping now but no, my lack of willpower has bitten me again.

Weird dream last night. I was in the this room with like 20 other people. And this nondescript person walks in and tells us it’s our last chance to leave. No one else leaves so I decide to stay as well. Then the room gets taken hostage. So being the good husband that I am, I realize I need to step outside and tell the wife that I’m going to be late on account of being taken hostage. Strangely enough, I’m allowed to go into the other room to make said phone call. When I return (don’t remember much about the phone call), everyone in the room has been killed, so I turn and run into the closet to hide thinking maybe they forgot that I had to step out. Lo’ and behold a woman comes to my closet and points a gun at me. Then she starts talking (about what I’m not certain) but as she is talking I grab the gun and make a run for it, well I don’t grab the gun I redirect it’s aim. So now I’m running down a street in any suburb, Usa and I am being chased by this woman and a guy I work with who used to be affiliated in some form or another with the Nation of Islam. I’m thinking, why are you after me of all people? Somehow, I end up with a shotgun and hold up another lady who’s washing her car or doing yard work and ask her to drive me to the airport so I can get back to Atlanta. She agrees, mainly because of the shotgun, and I’m sitting in the backseat. As we drive I feel like everyone on the road is following us so I lay down. As I’m laying there, my stomach starts to hurt….then I wake up and go pee….and I’m kinda pissed ‘cuz I could’ve woken up anytime instead of being scared half to death.

Gotta Take the Shot

Luke, Kobe trusted you. With the game on the line, Kobe gave you the ball. Remember being a little kid on the court by yourself, and you dribble as you countdown ‘5 . . . 4. . . .3. . . 2′? Never did you say ‘And he passes!’. NO!! No ! No! and No! That scenario always finishes with and he shoots……..he scores!!! And even if you miss the shot, at least a shot went up. I know you’re used to deferring to Kobe but you have to know game situations.

With that said, we played a horrible quarter which cost us the game. The other quarters weren’t particularly great but we stayed in the game. Time after time this season we’ve found new and interesting ways to dig ourselves into holes. Tim Thomas and M. Sweetney?!?!?! Who the hell is M. Sweetney? Don’t even know this cat’s first name but he was bustin’ our ass thoroughly!

Frustration mounts and it’s only going to get rougher. Boston on Wednesday night. A new and improved Boston at that…..