It’s been over a week since I’ve been able to post. Shame on me. But with having to deal with computer problems at home, boredom problems at work… family at Easter… the list could be endless.

Still no email comments yet. This saddens me, truly… use the link!! I crave virtual contact.

Suppose they gave a yard sale and no one came?

So, today, while I get my soul & sanity back into shape, I present to you some haikus I wrote a while back when I was particularly bored at work (about 30 seconds ago):

This day is quite long.
Like all other days here; I
Sit, wanting to cry.

Office work is dull.
Piles of paper stream across
Desks; Gee, doesn’t this suck?

Chain of paper clips
Created in a fit of
Boredom, to pass time.

Surf the internet
To pass the long hours at work;
But no porn… I swear.

Lunch hour comes and goes.
So short a time in which one
Scarfs unhealthy food.

Stressed out beyond hope,
Trying to get real work done
This caller’s a schmuck!

Paper airplanes fly
When made to exact standards.
But don’t hit the boss!

(Before I start this evening, I thought I’d try something new, and that’s throwing up an email address. Drop me a line & let me know how you think I’m doing so far. Or if you have any fun suggestions of topics, etc., I’d love to read them. Make sure you put “BLOG” in the subject line, though, otherwise your potential words of wisdom may end up in the virtual round file…

And now… on with the show!!)

I saw something interesting today while I was out for a walk. Here in Arizona, people can buy special license plates that support different causes. They have one in particular for environmentalism that is rather gaudy, but people really seem to like it. But I digress.

Anyway, I was walking down the street and I saw one of those plates… on the back of a giant, jet-black Hummer. Of all the ironies to witness in this dippy town. But it got me to thinking about the whole SUV debate. Why use a vehicle like a Hummer? Not much beyond status, really… it’s basically a big rectangular GRS (Genital Replacement System).

Don’t get me wrong, I think the idea of an SUV is not all bad. I only recently gave up my own Ford Explorer after a number of years of solid, loyal service. But since I could afford to get a newer car, why not buy something that makes sense? A small station wagon, about 1/3 more fuel efficient with an equal loss of cargo space I no longer needed. When I got my Explorer, I was living in the mountains and needed something like that to handle the weather. I do miss that truck, but its time had come.

Folks, does it really make any sense to drive something that only gets 4 feet to the gallon? As big as they are making them, why not put treads on them like a tank? Just imagine a freeway full of half-tracks careening to the office, where they enter a parking garage that’s 300 foot tall, but consisting of only 5 levels with 10 spaces per level. Glorious, no?

No. I’m amazed no one realized that these giant, gas-guzzling miniature houses already existed. They’re called RVs. They cost just as much as some of these big SUVs these days and you get a lot more for your dollar. In fact, let’s all just go to an RV lifestyle. I, for one, would love to be able to pull up stakes for a weekend and drive my house somewhere to enjoy a sunrise. I can think of several places in America to take my house so that I can expose it to elements other than the sun!! (Especially Maine… for my own reasons).

SUVs should be downsized a bit. Not meant as a corporate plug (unless it gets me a free one), I think the Ford Explorer is about as big as SUVs should get. I only use Ford as an example since they’re the biggest culprits, with more styles of large GRS than are found in a box of condoms. Since they are really popular, however, let me voice the hope that an alternative combustion system could properly & affordably created to put on these things to double — nay, triple — their gas mileage!!

Because, ladies & gents (& any other gender I might have missed)… I’ll be first in line.

Good old Daylight Savings Time started up again, but not for us folks who don’t observe it here in the hot lands. And why is that, I wonder? Who has the greater sense? It’s pretty much against the rest of the world in this.

We don’t have the physical hassle of having to change our clocks forward an hour (or back in the fall). However, we may actually have the more complicated adjustment. Every six months, we enter our own little pocket universe which conveniently shares the clock-hand visual with Pacific Daylight Time. If we head west, we’re okay. Any other direction, though, and we’re screwed! Why should my life be complicated by having to change my cable viewing schedule… or when I choose to forget calling my out-of-state friends & family?

With that in mind, I’m calling for everyone to arbitrarily choose a time zone they like and stick with it! It certainly doesn’t have to be based on your geographical location. I, for one, am leaning towards the Newfoundland time zone. Those brave Canadians don’t round off to the nearest hour. They’re at GMT-2:30 right now… and bless them for it!!

Or, as an alternative, create a new time zone. I’m thinking I’d like one set at GMT-4:52, just for the heck of it. I’d like to see any telemarketers try to reach me now…

Welcome one and all to this, my first published literary work. I have no idea what will become of this technological fad, if it is indeed that, but I am pretty sure I may have too much time on my hands.

In the meantime, I will post various thoughts, musings, prose, etc. of my own as well as interesting links I find at various times. In fact, I’ll start right now… the link of one of my most trusted Partners In Communal Stupidity, whose own blog is chock full of links!!

Liver World