Spring Cleaning

I'm not a fan of cleaning, but it's such a nice day that I thought I would give it a whirl. I was moving right along, and got brave enough to even mop the hardwood floors. Got started, and guess what? The mop broke.

I wasn't willing to shower and go to the store because I knew fully well I might not even resume my cleaning once I returned. So I finished the floor with a rag. That was probably harder than going to the store, but at least it kept me going.

Now I am dreaming of which new mop I should buy. How can you go wrong with something called a "Tornado Twist?" Though the "Wonder Mop" and "Mystic Mop" are intriguing as well.

Maybe that is the key to making me want to clean more. Cool cleaning products with interesting names.

No More Gore

I know my better half gets tired of my constant onslaught of horror movies to our Netflix queue. She'll watch them, but it's only to appease me. She would rather not watch any movie that isn't foreign, or didn't win some kind of award.

After last night, she might be about to win the movie battle more often. The selection, "Saw: The Final Chapter" made me realize something: I can no longer stomach watching gore. At the first gory scene I simply closed my eyes, but kept my head aimed towards the TV so she wouldn't see me wimping out. But by scenes two, three, four, there was just no hiding it.

I really don't understand what has changed over the years. I used to live for that kind of stuff, the more blood and guts the better. People would often say, "I don't understand how you watch that stuff", and I would beam with pride and explain to them that I truly enjoyed it. Well, no more.

That said, I won't be giving up all horror movies. But the blood and guts are out of my world, and more foreign award winners will enter. Maybe I will learn valuable lessons from them? Maybe I will see something live changing? Maybe I will learn to speak other languages via subtitles? Ok, doubtful, but we shall see.

Jackass!

I realize that at my age, movies like Jackass 3 should not be so intriguing. I can't help myself. It's like America's Funniest Home Videos on crack. I still watch AFV, and laugh at the same misfortunes I've now seen a hundred times over. Sure, the Hot Wheel in Steve-O's butt did make me look away, and the fish hook through the side of his cheek made me cringe, but there is something alluring about the kind of people that would actually do such things. Maybe because I used to be one of them. Not to that extreme, of course, but similar.

I was that kid in your lunch room that would eat grapes, chili, and chocolate milk mixed together if you paid me a buck. Later in life, I would take on dares just to see how far I could push myself. It was like "Fear Factor" without the $50,000 reward. The words, "dare me?" often came from my mouth. Now, I no longer utter those words, though if dared there probably is not much I would not do. I don't need to though. I think I have proven to myself that I can meet any challenge not matter how stupid or asinine. Now I will just sit back and wait for Netflix to send me DVD's of other people doing stupid crap to humor me.

Obsessions

Too much going on these past few months. I like some excitement, but this is getting out of hand. There are a million things I want to do, and never enough time.

My newest obsession is actually a repeat of an old obsession...buying and selling baseball cards. It's like gambling. You buy packs, taking a chance that you might get something really valuable in them. Like actual gambling, the odds are stacked against you, but it's hard to resist the draw.

My other time consuming obsession is eBay. This too is a resurface of an old obsession. Buy low, sell high, if you are lucky. This too is another game of chance, but one that is an awful lot of fun to play.

I really wish work would stop getting in the way of my obsessions, and dream of the day that my obsessions make enough money that I can stop the daily grind. Of course this never really happens for the average person, but then I am not average, or even normal for that matter, so we shall see.