Twelve Days: Day Three

For the next twelve days I will give you the item for that day from the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas” along with the gift I would like to receive. You will see quickly that mine may not always be material, but are just as strange…

Song: Three French Hens
Paulie: I’d like to figure out my plans for 2007. What should I do about my house and yard? Where should I travel. What’s going on with me? How can I change for the better? That would be one hell of a gift!

ITP Flickr Pic
Somebody on Flickr has created a cool bunch of toys that you can use to play with your pictures. Here’s an example

btw- have you heard that Flickr has upped its bandwith? Pro account users now have unlimited uploading! Very. Fucking. Cool.

It’s Called Hockey, Eh?
I received a call from my friend Harold yesterday and before I knew it I had plans to go see last night’s Atlanta Thrashers game.

Last evening the Thrashers played the Anaheim Mighty Ducks (a team name I still think the NHL should have denied — I know about the movie and all, but come on…). The Mighty Ducks this year have been kicking ass and taking names, and while the Thrashers played a great game it was not enough.

At game’s end the Mighty Ducks had three goals, the Thrashers had one goal, and I had completed one very large Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and two regular-sized Molson Canadians.

Beer + Men = Asshats
Yes, this is the formula which rivals E = MC². Thankfully I am not one of the men in this equation…

After last night’s hockey game I entered the Men’s Room to prepare myself for the drive home. While doing my bidness some guys walked in boasting about a ski trip to Keystone (btw- I don’t ski so I keep this in mind) that they were planning. Some other dude started making fun of them for going to Keystone and rattled off a couple of other resort towns (I believe Aspen or Vail were involved) that he frequented to try and rub it into their faces. The men exited the restroom as I washed my hands (I ain’t no Sloppy Poppy, you know.) Then it got weird, or perhaps in this instance weirder…

When I exited the bathroom two guys were in each other’s face. I heard slurs about driving recklessly home in an SUV. I heard one guy tell the other to fuck off. I swear that these guys were going to throw down right there. I should also tell you that these two asshats were each somewhere in the 30-45 year-old demographic. It was at that point that a man somewhere in the 60-75 year-old demographic stepped in to break up the fight which was about to occur!

I was ready for Allen Funt to arise from the dead and tell them that they were on Candid Camera.

Is That The Sound Of One Hand Mocking?
Remember this picture?

The one for which I received mocking about my culinary skills?

Well it is now party of the Toad In The Hole Photo Group on Flickr. I was invited in yesterday and submitted it to the group.

So there!!! At least some people have good taste. 😛

About This I Will Guarantee
If I ever go on a reality show (highly unlikely, btw) I will never quit. Last night I watched an episode of Top Chef in which the person who left the show quit. The judges did not reveal who they were going to eliminate because she interrupted them before they could. this is crazy I tell you, crazy.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – really tired, did I actually sleep last night?
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Knife — “We Share Our Mother’s Health” (more of the new music that doesn’t tickle my fancy)
Website Of The Day – Sign up for the Six New Things newsletter and they’ll send you an email describing six new things about your city.
Training Target – next week
Exercise (b)Log – next week

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]