Is this healthy?

I have never been to a professional football game. I have never lived close to a stadium. So this has been an eyeopening experience.
The hotel I have been in all these months overlooks the Football stadium here. And Sundays have become insane. The hotel fills up the day of a game and downtown gets crowded. The people come like it is a holy shrine. They engage in what appear to be almost religious ceremonies. They have pre-event festivities, don special garb, consume vast amounts of special liquids, and generally behave like idiots.
I imagine that this is the type of thing that ticked off Moses when he came down off the mountain.
These people start all their celebrations about 8 hours before each game. and take up all the parking spaces. they have bands playing, big screen TVs, pigs roasting on spits. All for the average game.
So last week was a night game. They started all the tailgating about 8 in the morning for a game that started 12 hours later. They were loud all day. They were loud all afternoon. They were loud all night. OK not all night but at least until midnight. I have never heard such loud people. It was scary and I was driving around during the LA riots.
I must say the behavior has no equal to anything I have ever experienced. This is a devotion. This is a pagan religion.

But that's cool

I needed new headphones. I have broken 3 pairs in the past year, so I was looking for quality. I called Radio Shack. (They call themselves "The Shack" now. and I find that annoying. I'm not sure if it is the love shack or the sugar shack, but it is probably similar to Mc Donald's calling themselves Mickey D's, but i digest.)
I called to the local store telling the guy what I wanted. Yeah they have those. So I went. When I got there I asked the salesgirl who came up to me what I was looking for and she pointed the way. I looked over the product offered, and selected two that were in the range I was willing to pay.
I then went to the counter and asked which of the two were better. The girl said to go with the cool brand because they were the cool ones. The manager actually looked at the product and showed me the technical specs and explained why the other pair was better.
I was glad that the guy had remembered me and realized that i couldn't care less about fads or what was better looking. I wanted the better product. (Any one who knows me can tell you I don't give a rip about appearance.)
It is nice to know that there are still people in the world who have the customers desires at heart. I wonder how many people still buy an inferior product simply because it is "the cool one."

The week in review

1. The two time-sheet issue is back. Someone mentioned that this subject is taking up more than its allotted two minutes. Yeah, I really wish it were not.
2. 80 year old men, ladders and roofs don’t mix
3. “We don’t have time to be organized” is probably going to be a bad approach.
4. It might actually be your concern over your daughter’s disease ridden boyfriend, and not related to anything I said that makes you think everything I say is wrong.
5. Photographers at national chain studios don’t seem to like it when you schedule a setting and tell them you won’t be buying anything, and just want to have the photos that the company arranges to have taken.
6. The movie 2001: a space odyssey is one of those things we are supposed to like. It makes us look smart. That movie is a decent homicidal computer in outer space story bookended by pretentious self-indulgent crap. The garbage in this movie is the type of stuff only the filmmaker had any idea what it meant. And It is Stanley Kubrick. He made a few movies, that have good moments but he is not the fantastic director all the film students want him to be. If anyone tells you that Kubrick means so much, they have no idea what he is saying. Loving Kubrick and especially 2001 is like having a complicated coffee order: it is directly proportional to the size of jerk you are.
7. Please no more "Christmas Carol" movies or rip offs. That is a dead horse that is not just beaten, but jumped up and down upon until the gunk bursts out.

A really bad idea

I have a cold. I am pretty sure it it not the Hamthrax or the Aporkalypse, but I hate it either way. I don't do well when I am sick. So in my quest to quickly defeat this thing I have been using everything I can get my grubby hands on. The Zicam nose swabs aren't made any more, something about losing one's sense of taste. The other stuff they make is horrible. And it messes with your sense of taste too.
The effervescent taps that dissolve in water are good, but don't seem to work.
I have been using Muscinex. That stuff works. So does dayquil. And if they work well independently, they must work well together.
Not so much.
Do you want to know what happens when you mix Muscinex and Dayquil? You miss church, that's what. As a matter of fact, I couldn't remember my own name until about mid-morning today. I couldn't tell you what we did Saturday, it has been erased from my memory banks.
Another piece of advice: Do not watch "The Maltese Falcon" while mixing medications. It will make zero sense. But I did have a vision of scuba diving the streets of Venice. Do they allow that?
I think I should stick to the traditional medicines of my people: Sprite, Chicken Soup and Dayquil.