It is a Monday night and that can mean only one thing—Jack Bauer is on. If you do not know what I am talking about, I am referring to the main character in the popular Fox primetime show called 24. I know several people that dig that show. They think it is better than going and working out at the gym.
Personally, I have never watched a full episode of 24. My friend, DT, thinks I am crazy. He constantly tells me, “How can you not watch 24? It’s the best show ever!” If I am going to give DT any credit, it will only be for the inspiration of this blog entry. So, this leads me to this quandary—what will I get out of watching 24? Or would it be more of a sciolism?
Now, I do not know if watching 24 will be an enlightening experience or not. I can say with certainty that I do not have any time to sit around and watch another show. I am already having problems keeping up with Criminal Minds, NCIS, American Idol, and Law and Order: Criminal Intent. Also add that I need to make time for my Facebook addiction. Where will I find more time to watch another show? It sounds like I would have to sacrifice something and I do not know if I can go down that path.
Granted, I can hear DT arguing why I should give 24 a try. His strongest and probably only defense would rest on this fact: the show is action packed with enough suspense to keep you wanting more. Ok, I can take this statement to be true. This leads to another problem. I start to watch 24 and I want more. It sounds like another addiction in the works and I have enough going on with Facebook. What now?
I can hear DT saying that the only way I will know if this will be an addiction is to try the very first episode and see what happens. I will concede to this and issue this challenge. If I am going to watch 24, I think someone should lend me the complete first season or else it would be a /fail. After that, I will make my final judgment. It is the least I could do.
Until next time, maybe you should give 24 a try too. Who knows…we might actually like it and want more.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
To Wear or Not to Wear a Winter Coat, That is the Question…
If you have ever lived in Minnesota, you might know where I am going with this entry. There are days in this beautiful state where you have to ask yourself: to wear or not to wear a winter coat, that is the question. Unfortunately, today was such a day I should have asked myself this hard-hitting query.
When I woke up this morning, I got ready like it was another day of work. Because I did not watch the Sunday night news, I was not informed on what the current weather conditions were going to be like. In Minnesota, not knowing the weather forecast can mean the difference between life and death. I know this might seem extreme but when the temperatures can drop to below zero degrees Fahrenheit in a manner of hours, dressing appropriately is essential. In such frigid conditions, there is no room for tremulous behavior.
On the hand, with today’s high of 61 degrees, it does mean that a winter coat is not a necessity. A spring coat would have been sufficient. I finally got the “no winter coat needed” memo when I strolled down Nicollet Mall over the lunch hour. As people passed me without their winter coats, the one I wore felt like someone was trying to smother me to death. Not a pleasant experience whatsoever; but my outlook took an amusing change when I saw a guy dressed up as a robot. He wanted people to follow him to the future.
After seeing that sight, why would my wearing a winter coat make any difference? Suddenly, my quandary with to wear a winter coat or not to wear one was replaced by a person wearing something else—a robot costume. (As a side note, in my book, there can be no battle against a robot. The robot would win every time hands down.) If I did not have to go back to work, I might have asked him about the future, including the future of winter coats.
Until the next time, if I see a robot wanting me to follow him into the future, I am going to take him up on his offer. He might spare me the uncertainty of whether I should wear a winter coat today or not…
When I woke up this morning, I got ready like it was another day of work. Because I did not watch the Sunday night news, I was not informed on what the current weather conditions were going to be like. In Minnesota, not knowing the weather forecast can mean the difference between life and death. I know this might seem extreme but when the temperatures can drop to below zero degrees Fahrenheit in a manner of hours, dressing appropriately is essential. In such frigid conditions, there is no room for tremulous behavior.
On the hand, with today’s high of 61 degrees, it does mean that a winter coat is not a necessity. A spring coat would have been sufficient. I finally got the “no winter coat needed” memo when I strolled down Nicollet Mall over the lunch hour. As people passed me without their winter coats, the one I wore felt like someone was trying to smother me to death. Not a pleasant experience whatsoever; but my outlook took an amusing change when I saw a guy dressed up as a robot. He wanted people to follow him to the future.
After seeing that sight, why would my wearing a winter coat make any difference? Suddenly, my quandary with to wear a winter coat or not to wear one was replaced by a person wearing something else—a robot costume. (As a side note, in my book, there can be no battle against a robot. The robot would win every time hands down.) If I did not have to go back to work, I might have asked him about the future, including the future of winter coats.
Until the next time, if I see a robot wanting me to follow him into the future, I am going to take him up on his offer. He might spare me the uncertainty of whether I should wear a winter coat today or not…
Friday, March 13, 2009
Playing Catch-Up
I am behind an entry for my blog. I should have written something yesterday but time got away from me. Now, I have to play catch-up. I did have some good topics and planned on writing either about Friday the Thirteenth or passing judgments on others. But today being a new day, neither of those ideas seems very interesting at all. As I draw a blank, how will I ever catch-up if I do not have something to write about? I hope this is not the beginning of writer’s block.
People have told me about their experiences with writer’s block. It sometimes comes upon its victim quietly and with no warning. Sometimes, recovery from the incident can be quick and painless. For others, it can be long and torturous. I can only hope that I am not the next target. Maybe this is the time for me to think about self-protection.
How can I protect myself? First, I have to learn everything I can about my adversary. I know it can be sneaky. If that is the case, I have to be sneaky too. In fact, I am going to have to bring out the big guns. Watch out writer’s block, I can be a flibbertigibbet. At this point, if I was writer’s block, I would be quaking in my boots. Better yet, it should not even engage me in a battle because I will emerge as the victor.
Now that things are back on track, it seems that I finally got caught up. Well, until next time, if you need help defeating writer’s block, I have your back.
People have told me about their experiences with writer’s block. It sometimes comes upon its victim quietly and with no warning. Sometimes, recovery from the incident can be quick and painless. For others, it can be long and torturous. I can only hope that I am not the next target. Maybe this is the time for me to think about self-protection.
How can I protect myself? First, I have to learn everything I can about my adversary. I know it can be sneaky. If that is the case, I have to be sneaky too. In fact, I am going to have to bring out the big guns. Watch out writer’s block, I can be a flibbertigibbet. At this point, if I was writer’s block, I would be quaking in my boots. Better yet, it should not even engage me in a battle because I will emerge as the victor.
Now that things are back on track, it seems that I finally got caught up. Well, until next time, if you need help defeating writer’s block, I have your back.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Do Nice Guys Finish Last?
During a conversation with a friend today, he mentioned that nice guys always finish last. He believed that in order to be #1, there is no room to be nice. I argued that people can be nice and still make it to the top. To challenge him, I found a perfect non-acedia example to counter his belief.
On Yahoo news, there was a story about a CEO out in Boston who was in an unpleasant situation of possibly issuing pink slips to his staff. Granted, the term CEO congers pictures of being #1 and is the ultimate pinnacle of power. Others might see the CEO as the person who had to battle his way to the top and is only out for himself. One could even add that he probably had to be not so nice to get to his position. Despite such descriptions, this Boston CEO did not even begin to fit this mold. In fact, he took a risk to ensure that his staff could keep their jobs while still being nice about it.
Now, I can hear my friend telling me that this is just one example and that there might not be a possibility of this happening again. I will concede those points to him; however, my friend can no longer say that nice guys always finish last. There is one guy who exists that was nice and did not finish last…
Until next time, may you always be nice...
On Yahoo news, there was a story about a CEO out in Boston who was in an unpleasant situation of possibly issuing pink slips to his staff. Granted, the term CEO congers pictures of being #1 and is the ultimate pinnacle of power. Others might see the CEO as the person who had to battle his way to the top and is only out for himself. One could even add that he probably had to be not so nice to get to his position. Despite such descriptions, this Boston CEO did not even begin to fit this mold. In fact, he took a risk to ensure that his staff could keep their jobs while still being nice about it.
Now, I can hear my friend telling me that this is just one example and that there might not be a possibility of this happening again. I will concede those points to him; however, my friend can no longer say that nice guys always finish last. There is one guy who exists that was nice and did not finish last…
Until next time, may you always be nice...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Kickoff Entry to Inaugural Blog
Welcome to the kickoff entry of my inaugural blog! I read a friend’s blog the other day and it inspired me to start one too. (This one is for you Sheri Banitt.) Go and follow her here: http://sheribee-justbuzzin.blogspot.com/ . You will not be disappointed.
To continue on with more shout-outs, I have to take a minute to mention Sean Davison and Kelli Kay-Wolkenhauer. They deserve the credit in naming my very first blog because I originally wanted to call it Rondi’s Random Thoughts. (Looking back now, that would have been a lame blog name.) After several deep conversations with my partners in crime, Rondi’s Rave was born. One year from now, I can only hope that I am still blogging and my friends are getting a good chuckle out of it.
Until next time, may you always be hopeful and supremely happy…
P.S.
DT: May this blog entry proliferate into more blogs. (RP: 9. DT: 6.)
To continue on with more shout-outs, I have to take a minute to mention Sean Davison and Kelli Kay-Wolkenhauer. They deserve the credit in naming my very first blog because I originally wanted to call it Rondi’s Random Thoughts. (Looking back now, that would have been a lame blog name.) After several deep conversations with my partners in crime, Rondi’s Rave was born. One year from now, I can only hope that I am still blogging and my friends are getting a good chuckle out of it.
Until next time, may you always be hopeful and supremely happy…
P.S.
DT: May this blog entry proliferate into more blogs. (RP: 9. DT: 6.)
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