Green Kool-Aid

No, I'm not starting a cult. If I were stuck on a desert island and could only drink one beverage for the rest of my life, I think I would choose green Kool-Aid. Setting all health benefits aside green kool-aid may be my favorite beverage, with orange juice and Corona a close second and third. Ok, your turn. Desert island. One beverage for life, what do you choose?

Fate Tempted: Numero Dos

Ok, I'm doing it again. Flying all day. Wish me luck. Don't worry if I don't blog again today. I know I can't get wifi in the Philly airport.

I'm Alive!!!

Hey folks. My flight from home to Charlotte turned out to be the best flight I've ever had. There were first class openings, and I considered paying for the openings, but decided not to. They left the row for the exit door empty and as the flight took off the stewardess..errr...flight attendant asked me to sit in it and read the instructions for opening the door. I had and entire row to myself! It was better than first class. It was like having a king sized bed to myself. I reclined and stretched out. Put my stuff on the seats on either side of me. I was totally livin large. I didn't blog later because there was no wifi I could get in Charlotte and then when I got here in Cancun there is a ridiculously high charge for use of the internet. Also, Blogger is in Espanol here! Fortunately I know blogger well enough that I don't need to understand the tabs. For those of you that worried about my well being after the last post, thank you. I have another story about my roommate after I got here, but I'll blog that later. I've got to go to breakfast.

Fate? Meet Temptation

Some of my long time blog friends know my position on death. I'm not a fan. In fact, I don't really believe in it at all. At least for myself. I have long been of the belief that if an opportunity to be dead presents itself to me I will just flat out refuse to do it. I believe that by sheer will I just won't die regardless of disease, accident, or age. But now I have a bit of a quandry.

I recently started a job that requires me to fly places occasionally. I've rarely flown in my life, and now it appears I will be doing so at least a few times a year. Back to my beliefs about death. Like I said, I don't believe that I will die, but unfortunately I'm not able to be completely delusional in this regard. The flying is a problem because as immortal as I'd like to believe I am, I think that if I were to drop from 35,000 feet in the air I would hit the ground as hard as anyone else. Maybe a little harder, because after all, I'm Phil.

So, here I sit in the airport as I type this, preparing to board my flight. My goal is to blog at the next airport in about 3 hours and then upon my arrival at my final destination. (yes, the choice of the phrase 'final destination' was not a coincidence) If you see no further posts after this, then you and I will know that it's definitely not a good idea to tempt fate like this. Or at least not a good idea to blog about fate. I hope the Charlotte airport has wifi access and I hope Fate has a sense of humor...

Hi. My Name is Phil and...

I'm a cell phone person. They say the first step is admitting it. My long time blog friends who have read my ongoing series of rants against "cell phone people" will appreciate the irony here. For those of you new to the show, I have long railed against the idiocy of "cell phone people." Those inconsiderate morons who speak loudly and indiscretely into their cell phones no matter where they are. Those people who think they're so important they need the Bluetooth affixed to their head 24/7. Those people who have tendinitis in their thumbs from texting. The ring tone losers who are constantly asking you to listen to their new ring tone which they update every two days. All these people deserve their own special level in hell. That has been my position on cell phones in a nutshell.

Fast forward to now. I just started a new job. They issued me a cell phone which I must have on from 8:00 am to 5:00 pm every work day. So because of this, I broke down and bought a holster for my work phone so it didn't look like I have a tumor in my pocket, or something else. I will also have to drive around quite a bit for my new job, so I bought one of those ear pieces so I can talk on the phone while driving. So now, I spend every day walking around with two cell phones and a PDA on me and I have that stupid earpiece in whenever I'm in my car. I feel ridiculous. I don't think the astronauts have this much technology on them when they go for a spacewalk. Also because I drive around a lot I bought a GPS device for directions. I'm sure I'm getting some sort of tumors already from all the radio signals and beams of electricity criss-crossing my body. I love the new job, but I hate being a cell phone person.

Mental Dental Hygiene

Ok, because of my new job I had to spend the last two weeks of August staying in a hotel in Richmond, VA with a roommate. I lucked out. My roommate was a very nice guy. In fact, he was a great roommate. No bad habits except for snoring, but he couldn't control that. In fact he was a very neat, clean person. Not a slob at all even though we were living in a hotel room. After a couple days sharing a room with this guy I notice that a box of dental floss has fallen on the floor behind the toilet. It's not my dental floss, but I'm not sure if it's his, so I leave it there for him and the housekeeping staff to sort out. Also, who wants to touch something that's on the floor behind the toilet in a hotel?

A day passes and the floss is still laying there behind the toilet. Another day, still there. Another day and another day and still no one has picked up the dental floss. Don't worry, I'm not tempted to either. Finally after about five days I see that my roommate has picked up the dental floss and placed it among his other toiletries on the sink where it remained for the rest of our two weeks. Am I wrong, or is it completely disgusting to use floss from a box that has laid on the floor behind a toilet for several days? You might as well dip your floss in the urine filled toilet and use it as far as I'm concerned. Who here would have used it?