tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304690752011-09-19T01:52:27.755-05:00Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.comBlogger4231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-68487103546321523402011-09-11T19:56:00.003-05:002011-09-11T20:14:29.260-05:00

I've now moved my writing over to the new site at:My Mid-Life Crisis -- The Official Soundtrack Volume II.Thank you all for reading me here for the past 5 years.Bill Tomson

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I do believe it has, yes.My Mid – Life Crisis—The Official Soundtrack has reached the end of its run here on Blogger.From my point of view, it’s been a good run. However, I feel that it’s time for a change or two. First of all, there’s going to be a change in the blog hosting site. Next, there’s going to be a change in the look of the blog itself. Third, there may be (MAY be) a change in format

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Blogger™, the host of My Mid-Life Crisis, seems to be having issues that nobody there seems to care about. Case in point: A friend of mine posted a comment on my last entry, and I have tried in vain several times to post a reply. The software is not allowing me to do so. I then started to research the problem, only to find it’s a sporadic glitch in Blogger™ itself that allows some people to post

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Company names have been omitted.Is there anything more wonderful than having to contact two different companies for technical support during the 0300 hour? It’s my second favorite thing of all time. Everything else in the world is tied for first.The first call was to my Internet service provider. My service was slow and sporadic all day yesterday (Friday). I’d sit and wait several minutes for

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Bella is out sunbathing on the front steps at the moment, and I have some time to kill before getting ready for work, so I thought I’d try writing something to update this blog o’ mine for the first time in ages.I haven’t had an Internet connection for several months, except through my cell, so posting entries here was an exceptionally challenging task. I managed a few, but the novelty soon wore

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HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY! Please click and share with others.

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It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so please bear with me if I’ve forgotten how to do it. It’s about 0635 on Saturday morning, and I’m unable to sleep for some reason, so I decided to try something new. I’m still without actual Internet here at the house, which is the main reason for no entries in the past several weeks. I did discover an application for my phone that I can use to write

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Today is my 44th birthday. Mentally, I don't feel any different than I did when I was in high school. Well, maybe just a titch of regret over some dumb things I've done in the time since, but that's it.How I feel physically is a different story. I tend to wake up with little aches and pains in areas where I never really knew I had areas, but I'll spare you the gory details.Keepin' it short today

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Mom would have been 68 today. That's still too young to be gone.I miss her.

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I voted.I did.I have no problem exercising my right to vote. What I can't stand is the countless people TELLING me to vote, and for whom to vote.This country is supposed to be about freedom. How am I supposed to celebrate my "freedom" with people telling me "You HAVE to vote. It's your RIGHT.""Freedom of speech" merely gives you the right to express your opinions. It doesn't "require" you to do

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RIP Grandpa. Gerald C. Tomson 6-16-06 to 11-1-01.Twitter for iPhone • 11/1/10 1:56 AM

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I’m not very happy.In fact, I’m actually very damn sad at the moment.The problem is, I don’t know if it’s my fault, or somebody else’s.I don’t remember exactly when it was during the past few months that I tried calling him, and was told that it was not a working number. I didn’t think much of it at the time, because like me, the man has had his share of money problems, and I knew he was

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I’m in pain.It’s a good pain though.A couple of hours ago, which at the time of this writing is now yesterday, I went to the gym for the third night in a row. It’s a new personal record. Three days in a row, and I haven’t missed a day yet.I detailed my issues with the elliptical machine in my last entry. I’ve since switched to the standard treadmill. I’m able to do 20 minutes per night on that; I

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I was perusing the Internet one fine day, as I am often wont to do, and as usual, I paid one of my several daily visits to Facebook. A dear friend of mine had made a post saying that she had a gift certificate for a free 3-month membership to Snap Fitness, a gym chain that happens to have a local outlet. I’ve been meaning to get into shape for a long time. Most of my life, actually, and I had

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Nothing special. Just Bella and I out for a walk in the park earlier today. Marvel at the awesome cinematography and the brilliantly improvised narration.It's a bit slow-loading, so be patient.

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It’s 0536 as I sit here and begin typing this.I’ve slept maybe half an hour all night. This isn’t due to my usual sleep problems which were well documented here, and here, among other places. No, this time it’s because of the damn heat and humidity. I kept a fan blowing directly on me all night while I tossed, turned, and played games on my cell phone. I’ve given up for the time being, and have

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Let me start this out by saying that I’m not writing this in order to tell anybody else what to do. I’m merely stating my OPINION on the entire thing, which is my right, as this is my blog. So, if you read this and decide that I’m trying to tell you your business, I don’t want to hear about it, because I just now told you that I’m not. If you take offense to this, it’s YOUR problem, not

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0015 in the middle of the night, and feels like hell. It’s HOT. Those of you who know me know that I don’t like heat. I don’t like humidity, either, I suppose there aren’t many who do, even though there are some who like heat. I, however, like neither.The Weather Channel application on my iPhone says that the temperature outside as of this writing is only 70 degrees Fahrenheit, with humidity at

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Friday night was Part I of the big Crosby–Ironton High School Class of 1985 25 Year Reunion . It occurred to me while this was being set up that a lot of people, myself included, tend to refer to these things incorrectly. “Yeah, our big 25th Reunion is coming up.” Well, it’s not our 25th Reunion; we haven’t even had 25 reunions since we graduated. It’s the 25 Year reunion.And now, on to the

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It’s been quite some time since I tossed anything up on this page, so I may as well do something to rectify the situation. I’ve been busy doing writing of another kind, so it’s kind of taken me away from here. I also haven’t had anything worthy to write about here, so that’s been another reason. I know, “when have I ever had anything worthy to put up here?” Aw, shadap.My 25-year high school

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I’ve been up all night playing The Sims™2. Why? Because I can, and could. I’d actually still be playing right now instead of writing, except that my graphics driver decided to take a crap during the game. I had to reboot the machine, and now hopefully everything is back to normal.I’m off work tonight, so sleep doesn’t really matter one way or another until sometime well before Friday evening.

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We’re losing ourselves.This shouldn’t come as any great surprise to those of you who follow current events regularly. What should come as a great surprise to you is that I figured it out, and I don’t really follow current events to any great extent.Let me begin by stating this: Most of you know that I am an agnostic. Many people think that being an agnostic means that you hate, or at least

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Last night I went to Minneapolis with friends to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra’s performance of their first non-Christmas rock opera, Beethoven’s Last Night. I consider myself a veteran of TSO concerts as I’ve attended their annual Christmas concert six years in a row, from 2003 – 2008. I missed 2009 due to other issues. This was my seventh TSO concert in all.This has been a smaller tour than TSO

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I’ve had Internet access since April of 2000, so this is my 10-year Internet anniversary. We’ll be having a month-long gala celebration, with cake, punch, clowns, and karaoke.Uh, scratch that last sentence.The Internet for me has usually been not much more than a means to escape boredom. Once in a great while I would use it to actually find information on something, but not often, and rarely for

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I just took a look at the page here, and discovered that I haven’t posted anything since the Super Bowl. Or is that Superbowl? My spell checker insists that it’s two words, but it doesn’t capitalize “bowl” at all, so I don’t know. It also suggests “superb owl” as an alternate, but I know that’s not what I want. A little help here, please?Anyway, it’s kind of sloppy of me to not have posted

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Yesterday was the day of Super Bowl 44. Yesterday was the day that I, Bill, 43, watched my first Super Bowl. Actually, it was the first time I ever watched a televised football game all the way through. Well, from the second quarter until the end, anyway; I got there after work.I admit, my initial interest in watching this particular event was not in any way motivated by a love for the game or

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I have today off.For those of you who have been following me for a while, this is not what you’d consider an unusual statement. It is unusual though, because it’s an actual day off from a job, and not a day off due to unemployment issues. This in itself is a victory of sorts.Speaking of work, (which it seems is the ONLY thing I’ve been speaking of for over a year now) I am, as of last night,

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I’ve probably mentioned my late stepfather, Jim Engen on here a few times. You’ll have to find any references yourself; I’m not in the mood to go poking through old entries and providing links today.I know I’ve mentioned my late mother numerous times, particularly back in 2006 when all the estate proceedings were going on after her death.During those trying times, I made a post or several about

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Here we are, 15 days into 2010, and the first blog entry of the year. I’m ready to go; I have a large mug of Swiss Miss® Dark Chocolate Sensation™ hot cocoa by my side, and I’m just gonna sit here and type until it’s done—Be right back. Bella needs to go outside.OK, that’s done. Where was I?Oh yeah, 2010. The last year of the first decade of the 21st century. My how time flies. I have all kinds

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What a damn year. I am SO glad it’s over.I started the year being Completely Unemployed™. I spent about half the damn year in that state. Six months with no Internet connection, so I couldn’t even complain here about it. I am so thankful for the people who all helped me out this year in varying ways. I swear, it may not be soon, but I’m gonna figure out a way to get you all back. No matter how

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Here we are in the final countdown to Christmas. Another year almost over. And, as usual, I’m awake far too early sipping cocoa, doing laundry, and perusing the Intarwebz with Bella sleeping at my feet. For those of you who sent me Christmas cards, I put mine in the mail yesterday, so you should have them in a day or two.Things are looking up, though. I had applied for a number of positions

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There are certain times in the life of a teenager that seem more significant than they really are. Getting your driver’s license, for example. Getting a car to go with your new driver’s license is another. There is yet a third that seems to almost take precedence over the first two, and that is being able to be served in a bar. Which almost happened to a few of us ahead of schedule.Back in the

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It’s been a few days since I added anything to this here page o’ mine. Not a lot has happened, but I feel like running my fingers over the keyboard for a minute or two anyway.I have some sort of continuing employment once this job ends at the end of the month. I’ve been hired as a part-time casual Floor Maintenance person at the clinic. What this means in terms of hours I have absolutely NO idea.

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That’s what I sometimes feel I’ve accomplished with my life so far.It’s not a completely bad thing. I am still technically employed until the end of the month. The person I’ve been temporarily replacing returned to work on Monday the 30th, throwing my life back into disarray.At last count, I currently have 4 job applications out there awaiting some kind of result. I’m hoping for one of the three

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One of my pet peeves occurs at this time every year. I've written about it before, so there's no real need to write about it again. I'll just do my famous copy-and-paste from that entry (dated July 5, 2007) and post it here."The only . . . thing that bugs me as much is on Thanksgiving when people tell me, “Happy Turkey Day.” I know that in this instance, people just think they’re being cutesy,

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There’s a lot of political discussion over at Facebook, just like there is in any social medium or gathering. Personally, I voted in an unofficial poll just this morning about whether Political Correctness has gone too far in the U.S.Of course it has. As I wrote in my comment, in my opinion: “Political correctness is and has been a new form of fascism. It goes against the concept of freedom of

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Mom would have been 67 today, which is still too young to be gone. A curse on thy house, O pancreatic cancer.Miss you, Mom. Every day.

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I really shouldn’t have, but I bought and downloaded a new album from iTunes the other day. I have bills to catch up on, and all kinds of stuff like that, but it’s been over two years since I’ve bought anything fun for myself, and besides, it’s the newest release from Trans-Siberian Orchestra in about 5 years or so.Night CastleAs I said, I downloaded the album, so I can only guess, but I’d think

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Gerald Charles Tomson 6-16-06 - 11-1-01. Gone 8 years and always missed. Continue to RIP, Grandpa.

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Looking back at my last few entries, I’ve noticed that they’ve been a bit gloomy and doomy if not outright depressing. Well, maybe they’re not THAT bad, but they still give the impression that I’m not a happy camper. Hopefully that will change with this little piece. So, while Bella sleeps at my feet and waits for me to go to bed, I’ll relate a little anecdote about my high school days . . .

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I really wish I knew what my problem is as far as sleep is concerned.Maybe I’m too worried about it?I managed to nap a bit on Sunday, but not much. Sunday night was completely sleepless again, until sometime late Monday morning. I ended up blowing all of Monday by sleeping until it was time to go to work at 1700. Now my circadian rhythms are all off-beat; I got home last night about 2345, and

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I wish I wasn’t writing this right now.All I want is to be in my bed, fast asleep. Or slowly asleep, which is the usual case.But, I tried that, and it didn’t work. I went to bed somewhere around the midnight hour, and proceeded to stare at the ceiling for about three hours or so. I finally gave up and plopped myself back down in front of this technological nightmare that I refer to as my

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Who just yelled, “Look out! He’s thinking?”Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this on and off since yesterday, and I’m getting a bit worried about myself. It’s a political thing, which I swore I wouldn’t do back when I first started this blog, yet I keep getting drawn back to it occasionally.I peruse Facebook quite a bit, as do many others, I’m sure. Yesterday, two people in my contact list made

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Sitting here waiting for the coffee to brew, as always. Why I insist on drinking it every morning is beyond me, considering I am completely immune to the “wake-me-up” effects of caffeine. I just like it I guess.Almost finished with my second week at the current job; it’s going well. It’s only 5 hours per day, but it’s boring enough to feel like 17. Don’t get me wrong; I’m grateful to have the job

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0503: Getting out of bed.0505: Preparing the coffee pot.0506: Filling Bella’s bowls with fresh food and water.0510: Checking email. (No new messages)0512: Calling up a blank Word™ document.0514: Thinking.0517: Wishing the percolator had a timer so that the coffee would have been ready when I got up.0518: Typing.0525: Posting.0526: Not even bothering to send out an update notice on this entry.

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-39699333222746258282009-10-01T10:46:00.001-05:002009-10-01T10:46:51.250-05:00

I had my interview today at 0900. It was for a temporary housekeeping position; kind of a step down from what I had been doing, but as my friend Tom says, “A little of something is better than a lot of nothing.” At the very least, it’s income, and it keeps my foot in the door at the hospital.It wasn’t really an interview, though, as far as interviews go. “Hi, who are you and why do you think you

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-29463009584297988032009-09-28T14:32:00.000-05:002009-09-28T14:33:58.498-05:00

Woke up this mornin’ and started the unemployment process all over again. Applied online for unemployment, looked through some job postings, and then went to the hospital website to make sure that my application had been transferred to the open positions mentioned to me on Friday. They were; when I logged in to look at the positions, it read: “You application is currently under review and we will

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-8363149257023218392009-09-25T17:14:00.001-05:002009-09-25T17:16:32.491-05:00

Everything was going great. I got a new job. The best job I ever had in my life. I was getting past debts paid off, and getting my life in gear, not to mention that I absolutely loved the job itself.It’s gone.Part of the job required that I occasionally take a shift driving as a courier between the hospital and the various clinics in the area. Due to a couple of stupid tickets I got when I had

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-38074117124107842882009-09-23T20:50:00.002-05:002009-09-23T20:53:50.670-05:00

There hasn’t been much going on lately; all I’ve been doing is working or hanging out at home. The past two days at work there was an art sale by some gallery owners from somewhere, can’t remember, some made up place like North Dakota I think. Anyway, I went in and perused the selections, with no real intent to buy anything, unless I saw a velvet Elvis or something.I ended up buying this:It’s

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-75046166769892211202009-09-15T12:07:00.001-05:002009-09-15T12:12:23.489-05:00

Yeah, it's a bit late after the fact; sue me.Patrick Swayze fought a good fight. I remember first hearing about his pancreatic cancer sometime last year. He deserves major kudos for lasting as long as he did, considering how it goes for others.My mother only lasted 37 days from her diagnosis until the end. It was a bad month, but time is now ever so slowly allowing it to fade so that I can simply

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-73295079113314883972009-09-13T15:54:00.002-05:002009-09-13T17:22:42.016-05:00

One thing I definitely need to do is acknowledge the people who helped and supported me throughout most of this past year. They are in no particular order, except for the one person who absolutely MUST be listed first.My Father: Dad, you were totally amazing all these months. I am eternally grateful for everything you did for me. I know it had to be incredibly frustrating for you at times, but

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-79205134953091059872009-09-11T16:09:00.001-05:002009-09-11T16:10:39.169-05:00

Well, as of about 1430 today, I am now officially reconnected to the Intarwebz. It’s been a long, slow journey, I tell ya. Unemployed since December, and finally re-employed at the end of July.I’m now working at the local hospital, and it’s a great job. I really like it. This would seem to be the job I’ve been seeking all of my life. I work in the Materials Management section, filling orders for

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-33687414063789390322009-04-23T15:22:00.000-05:002009-04-23T15:23:19.118-05:00

Hi.Been a while, hasn’t it?Unfortunately, I’m not completely back yet. My life is still in an unemployed shambles. Jobless and no income are still the two best descriptions of me that exist.I’ve been trying. Believe me, I’ve been trying. I just can’t believe that I can’t find anything. Things can’t really be this bad, can they?Anyway, I’ve applied for a few jobs recently and I’m still waiting to

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-26233268656408285092009-01-30T15:16:00.000-06:002009-01-30T15:20:54.706-06:00

I’m posting this from somebody else’s computer just to let you know that I’m not going to be online for the foreseeable future.Along with being unemployed and penniless for the time being, my Internet access has been cut off until I can get back on my feet.This means no blog entries, HubPages or JamsBio articles, and no email for the time being.Anything urgent can be emailed to me here at the

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-6632374442887626102009-01-24T09:23:00.001-06:002009-01-24T09:31:28.677-06:00

I took care of the one problem that was bugging me on this page, but I had to upgrade the entire template to do it. This upgrade was also necessary in order for me to install a new function on the page, which I’m not going to talk about just yet, because I don’t think it’s working yet.The upgrade has resulted in a slightly different look for the page. Some of you may not notice the difference,

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-30641141869443106052009-01-23T23:23:00.000-06:002009-01-23T23:24:11.461-06:00

I’ve been mucking about with this blog for around a week or so. I thought I had cleared out all of the errors I had been making, but apparently some still exist. I don’t know why my header has changed from what I had previously to what it is now. I’ve been trying like hell to re-do it so that it looks like I wanted, but I’m not having much luck as of yet.Please bear with me. I am working on this.

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-71108791471789489042009-01-20T19:14:00.001-06:002009-01-20T19:20:08.140-06:00

I got a notice in the mail the other day. The owners of the park where I live hope to sell it by summer. According to the letter I received, they would prefer to sell it to us, the residents, so we can make it into a co-op. I have no idea what this would do to my lot rent, raise it or lower it. I don’t really understand any of this, really. Is a co-op going to be good or bad?What happens if the

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-60869389500560622592009-01-19T00:43:00.003-06:002009-01-19T00:49:02.793-06:00

My sister got married on Saturday, the 17th. It was a nice enough ceremony. Our other two brothers and I were ushers, or as I thought of it, “crowd control.”It was an eventful couple of days, beginning with the rehearsal Friday night. The pastor made a comment Friday night about how sometimes the ceremony can be delayed by bridesmaids taking a little too long to get ready. Well, he was partly

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-55421003632478990752009-01-16T11:12:00.001-06:002009-01-16T11:14:34.545-06:00

I’ve signed up to write articles at a site called HubPages. I get to write about anything I want, and possibly make some money from it as well. We’ll see about that.My first two articles are up now.I’ve provided a link over on the left, and if you scroll down a bit, I’ve also included a widget that will take you directly to my stuff.Check it out. I hope you enjoy.

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-62317881472198580072009-01-15T04:39:00.001-06:002009-01-15T04:41:14.236-06:00

The year 2009 is officially 15 days old, and this is technically my first entry since 2008. I did do a brief piece a couple of days ago at my MySpace page, I consider this to be my OFFICIAL page, so the other doesn’t really count.Not much has happened over the course of the past 15 days. I’m still looking for work. I signed up to do some writing at another site, but I’m not giving away any

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-18357319194199501672008-12-31T08:20:00.003-06:002009-01-19T01:21:11.854-06:00

Once again, the prospect of a New Year looms upon us. Bigger and better things are supposed to be just over the horizon. Feh! I say to you, Feh! I don’t really know what Feh! means, but it seems to fit.This is the time of year when I usually do my Year in Review post. I sat thinking about it for a while, and couldn’t decide if I really felt like it. Rather than get off to a false start on it and

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-1315596376849402572008-12-26T08:20:00.001-06:002008-12-26T08:22:36.445-06:00

It’s the day after Christmas, and I’m sitting in the houseBella is sleeping; quiet as a mouse.Everyone seemed to have had a great timeAnd I’m going to stop, cuz it’s hard to make rhymes.My 43rd Yuletide season has come and gone. Right about here is the point where I should sum up the entire experience by writing something really profound and inspiring, but as I sit and clack away at these keys, I

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-83725888843712120012008-12-15T22:15:00.001-06:002008-12-15T22:54:07.698-06:00

For the first time in a few years, we’re having one. We just got a ton of snow dumped on us over the weekend, and it’s colder outside than I’ve been used to for a long time.By the way, this entry probably won’t hit the page until sometime Tuesday, but I’m writing it at about 0357 on Monday. I’m supposed to be at work right now. My alarm went off at 0000 as usual, and by 0005 I was outside

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-69585138822874604272008-12-12T15:31:00.001-06:002008-12-12T15:46:24.114-06:00

This post is several days late, but I haven’t had a lot of creative energy this week. It’s been divided between too many projects all at once, and all of them overdue. As it is, those of you who read me at work probably won’t see this until Monday the 15th, as slow as I’m typing it today.This past Sunday, December 7th, my sister Corinna and I trooped on down to St. Paul for the annual

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-48174667754817251542008-12-02T10:00:00.002-06:002008-12-02T10:03:38.028-06:00

We all know that time passes at different speeds depending upon how old you are.For preteens, time takes forever to pass. Usually measured between birthdays or Christmases, it’s a lifetime between each one.For teenagers, particularly those in high school, it moves a little faster, but not enough to be truly noticeable. Time there is usually measured between getting your driver’s license, and then

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-26353458429899024642008-11-28T13:02:00.002-06:002008-11-28T13:07:08.824-06:00

It started yesterday. Yesterday, from my perspective, was Thanksgiving Day. Not Turkey Day, Thanksgiving Day. Yesterday from your perspective was probably Sunday, since most of you took long weekends and only read me when you’re at work.Yesterday, of course, kicked off the Holiday Season. Or did it? I’ve never really been sure of what exactly makes up the “holiday season.” I’ve had my own idea

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-75367701458378327782008-11-05T10:00:00.002-06:002008-11-05T10:07:31.083-06:00

I’ve always disliked political discussion. Hell, I’ve always disliked anything whatsoever to do with politics. I find the topic boring. That’s why, way back in the second entry of this blog, I stated that political discussion would be almost nonexistent here. I’m starting to find that it isn’t the easiest thing in the world to avoid. Anyway, on to today’s topic: I did a lot of thinking about this

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-3300218206586107992008-11-04T11:50:00.001-06:002008-11-04T11:53:15.745-06:00

I was nervous. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this for the first time at the age of almost 42. Yes, I know I probably should have done it sooner, but I just hadn’t seen any pressing need to take care of it until now.I voted for the first time in my life today. I don’t care if you think I should have done it long ago; I never had a reason to do so until now. To be honest, I’m still not sure

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-81566879886611148322008-10-12T07:42:00.001-05:002008-10-12T07:44:53.237-05:00

Wow.Been a while, hasn’t it?I’ve been thinking about this for a day or two. I have to fling something across the page a bit more often so it doesn’t look like I’ve abandoned it altogether. Trouble is, there isn’t much going on these days except work.There have been some changes at work over the past week, some of which are even good. My route has changed, which I like a LOT. I no longer have any

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-13007261962233810712008-09-09T10:42:00.002-05:002008-09-09T10:48:46.222-05:00

And now it’s time for the staff here at Mid-Life Crisis World Headquarters to look into the files of the least discussed topic on this blog: Politics. DUM dum dum DUM DUM DUM!Be advised, some of the subject matter today has already appeared in slightly altered form back on December 18, 2006. This, however, being an election year, it’s time once again for me to get up on my soapbox and offer all

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-693051104943273372008-09-01T12:59:00.001-05:002008-09-01T13:02:33.785-05:00

Bella and I made it into a story in the local newspaper today. It’s not much, but there we are. You might have to create an account to view the page, but it’s free and they don’t spam.I am SO glad they did this right BEFORE I got my hair cut. I almost wish I'd left Bella home that day. I know as well as everybody else that she's the only reason I made it into the article.

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-64290354092442600332008-08-27T13:43:00.002-05:002008-08-27T13:46:16.155-05:00

This has already happened a couple of times this summer, but I guess Fate wanted to make sure that they were all done before fall. Last Thursday I got another flat while out on the route. It was mostly my fault; I had been driving on a slow leak for a lot longer than I should have been, and the tire finally had enough and gave out. As always, though, it had to happen at the least convenient time

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-84457948568017748292008-08-26T14:10:00.001-05:002008-08-26T14:12:14.072-05:00

No, I’m not apologizing for using the word “retarded.” I don’t care that it’s politically incorrect. I’ve explained often enough that I’m not politically correct either. I’m also politically unaware, and socially conscience-less, to coin a phrase. I’m not, however, as crabby as this first paragraph makes me seem. Or at all, even. I’m just being Me. +evil grin+ Besides, when I use the word ‘

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-11369989050151472732008-08-15T16:07:00.002-05:002008-08-18T10:12:03.458-05:00

I’ve been meaning to throw something up (so to speak) here on the page for several days now, but for whatever reason, I just haven’t gotten around to it until now. Since it’s this late in the day, those of you who read me at work probably won’t see this until Monday, but that’s okay. FYI, as I write this, it’s Friday the 15th at about 1535.There was a birthday party for the twins this past Sunday

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-90177866432957160022008-08-05T17:47:00.003-05:002008-08-05T18:00:30.501-05:00

After seeing this on ImPerceptible’s blog today, I couldn’t resist trying it myself. Besides, I need to fill some space on this page. It involves a Google search of the term “Bill needs,” and here are some of the more interesting results:Bill needs some help to expel alien gang membersBill needs big changesBill needs fixesBill needs to stopBill needs Tom (wtf?)Bill needs attention earlyBill needs

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-28138342021676141572008-07-24T17:31:00.001-05:002008-07-24T17:33:32.318-05:00

I just happened to take a glance here at the page, and noticed that it’s been 20 days since I’ve posted anything, let alone written anything to post.I’m slipping.I’d have to research the entire history of the blog to verify this, but I think this is the longest lapse I’ve had since the blog itself was still on MySpace®. It’s been even longer since I’ve posted anything there on the “Weekend

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-45982738961483356442008-07-04T10:17:00.000-05:002008-07-04T10:18:29.894-05:00

I reiterate:

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-622370938179260992008-07-03T14:12:00.002-05:002008-07-03T14:17:46.353-05:00

Several years ago, I was having a streak of bad luck. I was bemoaning my fate one day when I was told that I make my own luck; life doesn’t deal me bad hands.Well, no offense to anybody who believes that, but would I really wish for stuff like this to happen?Or this?Or even this?Regular readers know that these are just a very FEW examples of my horrid luck.It continues. I was doing the damn route

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-8965285064073598612008-06-23T09:53:00.004-05:002008-06-23T09:58:57.256-05:00

He saw through the bullshit, and told the truth about it.My world is a little bit emptier today.R.I.P.George Carlin1937 - 2008

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-60895948271798462222008-06-17T16:24:00.002-05:002008-08-27T10:36:48.102-05:00

The day started great. I got up early, and for once was pretty well rested. I got to work early, and my papers were ready early, so I got an early start on the route. There, I think I’ve used up my quota of “earlies” for this entry.I was making great time, and was going to finish far ahead of where I usually do. Those of you who regularly follow the adventures of our hero probably know that

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-5798985514223864772008-06-12T16:56:00.003-05:002008-06-13T14:28:39.227-05:00

I see it’s been a while since I’ve written anything to put up in here. I still don’t really have anything to write about, but I want to do an entry, so I’m going to post a couple of Internet surveys that I took today on Myspace®. I was going through the bulletins, and saw that my sister Corinna had filled out a couple of them, so I did the same.The first one:Do you think the last person you

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-366469109110730382008-05-21T08:48:00.001-05:002008-05-21T08:49:54.503-05:00

I wasn’t even going to do an entry today. I had nothing to write about anything.I went in to work at 0030 this morning as usual, and waited half an hour to get my papers, as usual. I didn’t really care though. I was in a pissy mood to begin with, and I really couldn’t figure out why. I spent the entire route in the same frame of mind, and never could put my finger on what exactly is bugging me

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-75637066271424038372008-05-14T13:16:00.006-05:002008-05-14T15:06:36.826-05:00

My friend Mike came over today to help me put up the fence sections that I procured way back in November. How’s it look?I think it looks good. There are 4 sections total of fence; each piece is light enough, but they’re each just long enough to require two people to carry them about. The speck in the back is Bella sampling life outside without a leash or a chain.Here’s a closer shot of Bella

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-79600989774394612272008-05-01T16:07:00.001-05:002008-05-01T16:08:33.859-05:00

Steak, pork chops, or chicken, particularly chicken, were always what I thought my favorite foods were. Apparently this is not the case. My favorite food in all the world, as it turns out, is a big, thick, steaming shit sandwich. It has to be. Every time I get one, I eat every bite, smile, and ask for seconds. Sometimes thirds.Case in point. Everything was starting to go well for me. I got a new

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-19284989452118854072008-04-16T16:12:00.001-05:002008-04-16T16:13:53.817-05:00

I started the new route all by my lonesome this past Saturday. So far it’s been running like a nightmare, but that’s only because I’m not used to it yet.Saturday’s route should take about 7-8 hours. I took 12 ½; I arrived home at 0230 Sunday morning after starting at 1330 on Saturday afternoon. Needless to say, I had a ginormous headache, and an attitude to match.On Monday through Friday, the

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-43720547421101476852008-04-11T02:49:00.001-05:002008-04-11T07:14:23.946-05:00

Good morning. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?I’m supposed to be delivering papers right now. Well, at the time of this writing, 0232. I should have been out on the road for the past 90 minutes or so. But, guess what?It’s a rerun of last April. It’s been snowing since I went to bed lat night around 1900 or so. At least that was the first I had noticed it.We’ve been under a winter storm watch from

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-85265391257994728972008-04-01T01:30:00.001-05:002008-04-01T01:31:46.887-05:00

Today, as you all very well know, is All Fool’s Day, aka April Fool’s Day. I posted the following entry yesterday on March 31 so nobody would catch on right away that it was a joke. I wrote the entry, then I went to a translator website where I translated it into Japanese, and then back again. Yesterday’s entry was the result. Today’s entry is posted as it SHOULD read. Compare and contrast the

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-54557826907721040072008-03-31T11:28:00.002-05:002008-04-01T01:33:28.111-05:00

That's a long time since I did have entries, all of this and I thought I caught up with some of the minor.I have a different take on the paper, April 11 sometime during the route. This is the root of my salary is not enough, and I get to the new route is now almost twice the amount paid. So, I am doubly acquisition is not good enough. Wait, what?I have to ride the new route along, this past

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-54232535643400595722008-03-18T01:06:00.001-05:002008-03-18T01:08:43.977-05:00

I applied for a new job about three weeks ago, roughly. I thought I was a shoo-in, for a couple of reasons. First of all, it was a shipping and receiving job, which is where my expertise resides. Second, one person who already worked there was/is a family friend of sorts, and I used him for a reference (with his permission, of course.) Third, the guy that interviewed me was a cousin of the friend

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-62209672464321220232008-03-10T08:02:00.003-05:002008-03-10T09:06:33.473-05:00

It’s been said that one of the things wrong with my blog is that even though it’s supposed to be all about me, I never really reveal any of myself in it. It might be a bit more interesting if I were to do so once in a while.I just got home from work a few minutes ago, and I was busy perusing myspace®. I was looking in the “Bulletin” section, and I noticed that somebody had posted a quiz about

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-32456434072443854462008-03-05T01:14:00.002-06:002008-03-05T01:19:30.182-06:00

Whilst surfing the Intarwebz yesterday, I stumbled across a link to a new site for writing. Specifically, this was advertised as “get paid to write about music.” Ever intrigued, I checked it out.JamsBio.com is the name of the site. What they want you to do is to look for an artist, song, or album, and write a short article about one of them. They’re not looking for music, album or concert reviews

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-71996741992430690622008-02-26T01:09:00.001-06:002008-02-26T01:43:18.255-06:00

This is actually kind of cool, not forcing myself to post 5 times a week. I feel ever so relaxed while typing this, and it’s only the second sentence.Now, on to other things.Way back last September, I made my decision to adopt a dog. I may have misread my initial order, though, because I sincerely don’t remember ordering “one beagle, extra clingy please.”First of all, let me make one thing clear:

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-38929278970258233742008-02-23T07:57:00.001-06:002008-02-23T07:59:09.577-06:00

One of the many blogs that I frequent here on the Intarwebz is run by one of my favorite writers, named Peter David. He writes novels, comics, screenplays, etc., and I generally enjoy his work.A post he made on February 20 brought attention to the fact that Hasbro is creating an international version of their Monopoly® game, with city names replacing the street names. The colors will remain the

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-69006847451724169562008-02-19T01:00:00.001-06:002008-02-19T01:01:33.076-06:00

I gave this a lot of thought yesterday while I was driving my route, and again after I got home. Entries like the one I posted yesterday are becoming just too frequent now. It’s a bad sign when my own writing can’t even hold my interest. I was always told, “As long as your writing is interesting to you, it’ll be interesting to others.” Well, considering how I feel about it lately, I hate to think

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-60676636130792542222008-02-18T00:53:00.001-06:002008-02-18T00:55:35.753-06:00

It was a nice quiet weekend. It went from being very cold and somewhat snowy to slightly warmer and somewhat snowy, and finally ended up being just above freezing and slightly snowy. Whoever said that Minnesota has the same weather all the time?Bella and I stayed home all weekend as usual. She seems to enjoy the weekends; we don’t have to go out into the cold at 0200 and drive around for hours

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-61395350794942445562008-02-15T00:55:00.001-06:002008-02-15T00:58:06.540-06:00

Once again, it’s time to wrap up the week and close down the Mid – Life Crisis for the weekend. Were that it was that easy in real life?We got our 4 inches of snow night before last, as I said. It was easy enough for Victor to drive through it, but all of the highways absolutely sucked. Most of the plows didn’t get out until around 0400, and they did a really crappy job of clearing the roads. I

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-37008870419556910502008-02-14T01:05:00.001-06:002008-02-14T01:07:09.457-06:00

Just like ‘Random Thoughts,’ but using a different word.We were supposedly going to get somewhere between 2 and 6 inches of snow last night. I just looked outside now, at 0059, and it looks like we got about 4. This isn’t bad. Victor has front-wheel drive, and it looks like he’ll be able to traverse the snowfall rather easily. I’m glad about that. I sure as hell didn’t plan on shoveling at this

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-48537719139495374512008-02-13T01:05:00.000-06:002008-02-13T01:07:19.982-06:00

I’m talking about when I go on the route today, not this particular entry. That I leave to your judgement.The reason the route is going to suck is because I didn’t get a whole heck of a lot of sleep tonight. I tried; I really did. I went to bed a little extra early so that I could watch a smidge of TV before falling asleep, but things didn’t really work out from there. I drifted in and out of

Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966152110905601890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30469075.post-63947729366184476012008-02-12T01:20:00.000-06:002008-02-12T01:22:06.597-06:00

As of this writing, I don’t know yet how the WGA vote is going to go. Of course, that is probably because it doesn’t happen until later today or tomorrow. In effect, the strike is still on right now.As I’ve stated previously, I’ve been all for the writers during this particular strike. Not only because I hope to be a writer one day (just one day, not a bunch of days) but because I think what they

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