Electronics

Well, here I am, a beautiful sunny day here in California. The temperature is a brisk 63 degrees with a high today of 68. The low tonight is 49 degrees and a high tomorrow of 63.

What's that sport fans? What am I doing at a computer typing away about the wonderful weather instead of being outside enjoying it and practicing my trade? Why I would assume that with a group as smart as you, the answer would become apparent. No, I haven't come down with necrotizing fasciitis (something you won't want to look at pictures of I assure you [the real question is how many are going to now that I've said that?]). What's that? No, no I haven't been hit by a bus. Legs? Still intact. Nope, still got a spleen, as useful as that is to busking.

No folks, the real reason that I'm sitting here at a computer instead of out enjoying the day busking is...drum roll please... my alarm didn't go off!  That's right folks! Or at least, when it went off it was set at the quietest possible setting, so it took me a bit to realize what the funny music playing through my dream was.

No problem, you say. It's only 9:45 there. Get out and do something! Let me remind you that the ride to Santa Monica is 2 hours long on a good day, and almost 3 on a bad one. That puts me at the Promenade at about 12-noon. That's not bad, you say to yourself, Scooby-Doo playing in the background (the ones without Scrappy), you munching on your Cookie Crisp cereal (if it can be called cereal) waiting for Mikey down the street to come out and play after the Scooby-Doo marathon.

Well let me remind you that last time we went out all the spots were gone by noon and we just happened to weasel our way into one. One. And then we didn't get a spot for the next bit.

So what have we learned kiddies? Monsters are just people in costumes? No Timmy, the monsters are real and are going to eat your toes like little round olives. Ride bikes! Ride Bikes! Ride Bikes! Oh, a penny. That's right Jason, eating seven bowls of Cookie Crisp in an hour while watching Scooby-Doo is probably the reason everyone and their mother has ADHD in this country. Any other guesses? That perhaps if you want to accomplish something you should ensure that you set your alarm clock and check all of the settings instead of taking out your frustration in a sarcastic and partially cynical blog post about it where you insult little children and tell them their toes taste like olives. 

Wow, Susie, um...you're real Johnny on the Spot there. (No Johnny, sit back down.) Anything else to add?

Yes, I will eat their toes like little round olives.