
Well, I finally caught up. I've got a MySpace, (that I never check anymore) I've got a Web Site, (that I can't even remember the address to without looking it up) I've got a Bluetooth-ready cell phone/MP3 player, (but no headset) so I figure it's time for a blog.
I decided to start with a picture of cats in boxes. I don't really know why, but this picture consumes me. Maybe it's a zen thing. Meditate on the idea of Cats In Boxes for a while and let me know what you come up with.
I don't know what you can expect here. I tend to go off on tangents quite often so I wager that's a lot of what you are going to find here. I welcome and encourage your comments; it's always helpful to get an out-side look at my maddness. Sometimes one tends to loose touch with exactly how crazy one is until one's friends rip him apart on his own blog.
So I'm at work and today has been pretty dead. Yes yes, there are moments of slowness in the go-go-go world of selling mortgages wholesale. I've got about $1.3 Million dollars of mortgages set to close by the end of the week, but those files are all pretty much done and I'm not getting any new ones today. Bummer.
Oh! Here's a fun one: last night the G and I went over to Jason and Phil's place to play Guitar Hero 2 for a bit. Fun! I didn't have super-high hopes for the game, but if you have ever played Bust A Move (one or two) or Dance Dance Revolution you know how addicting those games can be. Imagine rocking out with a guitar-shaped controller to "Crazy On You" by Heart. Yea, that's right: Heart! Good times. There is absolutly no David Bowie though, so there is still room for improvement.
Since I've got a few more calls to make before five, I'm logging (or "blogging") off for now. Thanks for killing time with me.
5 comments:
I love that picture. It is so catty.
You've got a blog? Intruiging.
once again, The Rizza (not to be confused with The Rza) has pulled a good, pure person into the world of blogging....
the first rule of Blogmunity is: We Tell Everyone about Blogmunity.
Ahhh ... David Bowie ...
Major Chris, you've really made the grade! And I think your spaceship knows the way to go. Tell your wife you love her very much!
she knoooooooows!
(but I'll tell her again anyway)
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