There is an in-depth post running through my mind, but I haven’t decided when I am going to put in on the screen. Besides, it’s getting late, and it’s one of those posts that will take a while. Instead, here is a bunch of random crap.
Today, I sent out a Tweet that was supposed to be a text. How stupid is that? Something like that could lead to all kinds of problems. Luckily, it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was just embarrassing.
The other day, someone searched for “porn gasoline pics” and found their way to this blog. It makes me wonder what this person is into. Doing kinky stuff is one thing, but entering gasoline into the equation is another thing entirely. Being the curious sort that I am, I did an image search to see what this person was looking for. I think they were disappointed because this is what emerged.
I have this color-coded way of balancing the checkbook, and Necole thinks it’s weird.
Before I could write this, I had to figure out what was wrong with the wireless hookup. That meant texting my nephew, who was probably hanging out at his frat house. Through texting, we got it fixed. Good thing that I didn’t Tweet it by mistake.
There is a can of WD-40 on my desk, and I don’t know why. Perhaps the guy who searched for “porn gasoline pics” could do something with it.
There’s a book on my shelf called Badasses of the Old West. How can you beat a title like that?
I also have a picture of Monument Valley in my office. The valley can also be seen in the banner at the top of this page. I wish I could always watch the setting sun there.
A car just passed by the house. Do you ever drive through a neighborhood and wonder about the people who live there? Are they happy? Are they sad? Do they look up gasoline porn?
That’s all that I am going to write. Now, I am going to look up the checking account so I can do some coloring.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
You can delete your tweets…
I deleted it but not before one of my followers retweeted it with a sarcastic comment. Oh well, that’s life in the modern world.
We too yearn for monument valley. Husband is huge Western and John Ford — and John Wayne — fan. Me too, but without the fervor.
I have all kinds of weird stuff on my desk including my beloved box cutter, duct tape and millions of unopened items of mail that I’m afraid to read and even more afraid to throw away. Why is that?
I don’t tweet, though I sometimes respond to those who tweet me. I can’t say anything in 140 characters.
It’s hard to put “gasoline” and “porn” in the same sentence. There is something weird and oxymoronic about it.
Monument Valley is an awesome place. Obviously, the movies attract people, but spending time with the Navajo is as amazing as the landscape.
I don’t throw anything away. That’s why my work office and home office both look like a paper company exploded.
You’ve piqued my interest- who are the Badasses of the Old West?
According to this book, there were a bunch. Tom Starr. Bob Rogers. Jesse Evans. Dave Rudabaugh. Most of them are not well known.