New heights in food technology

Last night in went to the grocery store to grab a pizza for our dinner. Usually if I'm getting pizza I will order it from papa johns or dominos and pick it up, but I decided to change it up. Especially after seeing the heights to which food technology has advanced. Whomever came up with this idea deserves a raise, a bonous and a week of vacation as a reward.



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my old enemy has returned

ahhh my old enemy you have returned.  i shall prepare myself for the battle to come.  i with my can of spray and epipen and you with your stinger of pain and allergic concentrated death.  you shall not get my windpipe to snap shut.  i shall be victorious. 

Happy Easter everybody

Happy Easter everybody, or as it is more quickly becoming known happy zombie Jesus day.

May a little rabbit hide your painted edibles and leave tasty cavity causing treats for you this morning.



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Sushi for the South

Went out for sushi with the in-laws the other night to a small strip mall place. As soon as I saw this sushi roll I knew I had to try it, the breakfast roll, bacon and eggs. It was actually very good.



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How many times can it be true

As I followed my wife through the craft store I spotted this stamp for a sentiment that can never be expressed to frequently that you need a stamp for it.




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My new career

So I may have to leave pharmacy to start a new franchise. I know if I owned a large dog I would pay.


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hollywood cemetery

went out to hollywood cemetery the other day and this was one of the photos i took using tilt-shift.  this cemetery is one of the great historic places here i richmond and one of the most interesting places to wander on a nice day.

look at the little things in life....very closely

i spent this morning listening to a couple of my favorite podcasts (wdw radio and film sack), while mowing my unruly lawn.  okay at this point i don't know if i can still call it a lawn.  lets just call it a yard.  lawn i think implies a predominance of grass so yeah lets just say yard. so i'm mowing my yard and all these little gnats kept swarming around my head.  i kept feeling them flying around my face.  i need to remember the insect repellent next time. next time.

after showering, shaving and getting dressed i headed out to the gorcery store, then onto starbucks and finally down to the condo to wake up the wife. 

she gets up, takes a few sips of her caramel macchiato and says "you have something black in your eye."

i go into the bathroom and look into the mirror and there in the corner of my eye was a black lump. one of those stupid little bugs had got stuck in my eye.  but more disturbing how could i not notice a bug in my eye for i'ld say 2 hours and who else at my others stops had seen it in there.  i even looked myself square in the face for several minutes while shaving and didn't notice it. 

that was a look at nature the was a bit to up close.

i may grow a sixth finger

ahhh a bright beautiful april spring morning.  the birds singing, the sun shining and the smell of vegetation killer floating through the air.

 i decided to start my spring yard work this morning the traditional way by spraying toxic chemicals, just like my forefathers did before me.  i am speaking of the weed killer and preventer that i use on my gravel driveway and front walk.

after making the prerequisite trip to lowe's for a liquid so strong that mother nature weeps at it's sight, i returned home.  i went to my shed and retrieved the sprayer in which i would mix my deadly cocktail.  no need for proper measurements one full bottle of toxic gold to as much water as will fill the sprayer.

i then began to pump the sprayer up to full pressure when a i noticed a slight problem.  the handle of the sprayer was cracked and my deadly mix was leaking out.  i would have to work fast.  i quickly went from shed to driveway i'm sure killing bits of my lawn as i went. once there i pumped some more and began to spray. the whole while the toxic liquid dripping through my fingers. i must hurry.  pump pump pump. spray spray spray. drip drip drip. is that tingling in my hand cold from the water used to mix my poison or was it the poison itself saying hello. and done!

now as a pharmacist i know that many medications can be given transdermally and it can be a very effective method for uptake, so why did i allow myself those 15-20 minutes of exposure to toxic chemicals. you would think i would know better.  living in the moment i did not think about how much faster i will be able to type once i grow that extra finger and hopefully i will be able to spell better with a few less brain cells.

so long weeds i will not miss thee.

the street ran green and yellow

it's a dark, rainy morning.  just the kind of day to wash away the blood of my enemy.  the blood of the beasts which for the past 2 weeks have been trying to kill me.  trying to strangle me out with every breathe i took.  making me weep useless tears in the slightest of breeze. making me choke on the air i find so precious for life.

okay maybe a bit too dramatic, but there are times when it seems the trees are our to get me with there pollen.  the genetic material of millions of more little trees which cause me to produce mucous by the gallon, cause my eyes to become bright pink and itchy, cause my lungs to cough and gasp for freshness.

let the streets be lined with pools of there unborn offspring.

sorry that was way too much.

happy spring. *sniff* *cough* *sniff*

adventures at the toll booth

why can't i be allowed to give out fines  to the idiots who can't get there car quickly through a toll booth.  just give me a pad of tickets, each one a $25 fine and let me do what this area needs.

in todays adventure at the toll booths i got stuck behind one of my most hated enemies the dipspit who doesn't want to mount his smart tag/ezpass to his windshield as it was meant to be.  instead this moron holds the device up to his windshield as he attempts to pass through the booth.

i have to assume that this works most of the time for this guy.  otherwise why would you do it, right?  i must just be seeing those rare instances when this fool-proof system breaks down.  when instead of the toll booth arm raising gloriously to the freedom of the promised road beyond, this idiot is left waving his arm frantically back and forth, like he is trying to signal the space shuttle where to land.  then after what feels like several minutes of arm slapping he gives up and puts his car in reverse to try and go through again. only at this point a long line of angry cars have pulled right up to his bumper and can not move. we are all then left to wait for the little woman in the orange vest to come and look disdainfully at the idiot and set us all free.

do me a favor world, just mount the thing on you windshield, because you don't want to be the even more hated guy who has a smart tag which isn't mounted and is scrambling trying to find it.

bone hiding fail

our shih tzu, gizmo, who just turned 8 years old is definitely an inside dog and as such is a little inexperienced when it comes to the whole burying his bones for later idea.

nice try buddy. nice try.

getting greased for the final four

so today i decided to take a walk from our condo down to the vcu bookstore to try and pick up another t-shirt to show my support for my alma mater, who are about to play in the final four, during a 10k race i am running tomorrow.

besides seeing half the citizens of richmond also in the bookstore buying vcu merchandise, i also saw a very odd site that made me do a double take and stop and ask some qustions.

as i walked out of the bookstore i noticed several members of the vcu facilities staff painting the light poles in the vcu section of broad street.  i thought how nice they are sprucing up the start area for the race that starts in this area tomorrow morning.  then i saw what they were painting onto the poles, petroleum jelly.  that's right they had jars and jars of vasaline and were using rollers to coat the poles as high as they could reach with long poles.  i'm a curioous guy so i stopped to ask what was the purpose of this lube job.  i was told they were trying to prevent people from climbing the poles and falling and hurting themselves during the celebration that would engulf the area if vcu were to win.  they also hope to prevent people from stealing all the banners that they had just put up with pictures of the players on them.

life can be so interesting when you stop to observe.  lubing a light post, what's next my friends.