Hmmmm?

So I'm walking home from work with a six-pack in my bag, and 2 guys with Jews For Jesus T-shirts hand me a flyer, which I absentmindedly take, and say, "Jesus loves you, brother!"

I reply, "Jesus? Can't say I know the guy. I do know a couple of Jesuses* ... They work with me. My homies!"

I couldn't help but wonder... Is there, somewhere out there in this crazy world, someone with a Jews For Jesus T-Shirt.

*I'm not sure what the plural form of Jesus is. For that matter, what is the plural of Jesus? Is it like fungus which becomes fungi? Would I say, 'I do know a couple of Jesi? These are the thoughts that keep me up at night.

A Bad Rap

Why does the word 'Soupy' have such a negative connotation? I don't get it. If something is said to be 'Soupy' it just means that it has the consistency of soup, characteristics of soup, or appears to be Soup-Like. What's wrong with that?

I like soup... I love soups... All kinds... Brothy... Chunky... Creamy... Canned...

Sometimes there is nothing more satisfying than a big bowl of piping hot soup, and a sleeve full of crackers! It seems unfair to me that 'Soupy' has become such a villainous term. How very cruel.

I wonder how many other words out there have been similarly besmirched, and cheapened by narrow-minded consumers. (How great a word is 'Besmirched' though?)

Some 'Splaining To Do!

Strangely enough there was a Lucille Ball siting at a holiday party. No wonder Ricky liked playing those bongos! Wowza!

Trick Or Treat!

Mr. Britney Spears wows a local Chicago Bar with his musical talent. (Maybe talent is too strong a word but, that guy dance!)

Q: Which is worse? A clueless taskmaster who comes out of his office once every so often to bark completely ridiculous orders? Or A condescending busy-body who can't help but alienate the entire staff?

A: Combine the two

I don't get it...

The White Sox won the World Series... Great! Good for the White Sox! For those of you that don't live in Chicago, I doubt that you have been as over-saturated with Sox Propaganda as us. It's been ridiculous. Every news broadcast has been the same. They start out with a ten minute barrage of stories relating to baseball, the Sox, or the World Series. They talk about curses, sweeps, fans, celebration, the works! Then it comes...

In Other News...

The missing ISU student is still missing. Hurricane Wilma slams across Florida leaving 10 dead, and thousands reeling from her devastating impact. Saddam Hussein's on trial for war crimes. Up later, our 5 day forecast. Will the Sox get a surprise from Mother Nature? Now, let's go live to Chett Childers on the city's SouthSide for a report on White Sox T Shirt sales that should prove to be extremely time consuming, and irrelevant.

No joke. Chicago has become the place where news reports come to die and be replaced by promo shots of 'Life Long Socks' fans talking about brooms! Hopefully, all the ruckus will die down soon, and I'll be able to tune into a news broadcast and actually hear some news.

There's something so wonderful about sticky fingers that smell of pumpkin.

Can't Help Loving That Peck O Mine!

For those of you who may have stumbled upon this blog, and for the handful of people, and family who regularly check up on me... may I introduce a new blog by one of my favorite people in the world: PECK!

www.pecktastic.blogspot.com

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He's just starting out, so bear with him but I assure you, if anyone has an interesting take on life or something remotely interesting to say, well, Peck might know that person!

In The Service Industry...

Sometimes it is better to go ahead and say the first sarcastic thing that pops into your head.

Get It Out!

Otherwise you might spit on someone.

It's a long road...

Today, on my day off, I submitted 3... count'em, 3 seperate scripts to various theatre companies. 1 was sent to a local theatre company who advertised interest in one-act plays. The 2nd was sent to a ten minute play contest based in Louisville. The last was mailed to a theatre in Alexandria, VA who is accepting scripts for their 27th Annual playwriting contest.

Who knows if any of my scripts will get the reception that I hope for, let alone a production, but at least I'm still putting myself out there. I'll keep plugging away on my writings; revisions on top of revisions not to mention the incomplete scripts that I'm constantly striving to finish. Soon enough I'll find myself where I need to be...