mister world-wide etc.

I now have statistics on several areas of this blog.  I have always been curious about the traffic stats of Strength in Blunders... which posts were most visited, who checks in on SiB that I know personally, and have strangers found it, liked it, and check in on it from time to time?  What we found out may shock you? (camera switches to shot of a clock ticking...tick, tick, tick)  Its not that dramatic...   Actually I dont know names or anything but I do know with certainty that strangers have found this proverbial dot on the map. But How? you ask.  Well most simply, "They aint from 'round here, and I aint got no kin folk or otherwise in them parts.  Anyway... the specifics of how are beyond me, and it is just numbers not names but I do have visits per country per post... There is a stat keeper (proverbial mathlete) that gives me a report of what blog posts have been viewed and... from what country each were viewed.  Turns out Strength in Blunders is kind of an international sensation and someone(s) in Russia is/are tuned in quite a bit.
 BTW no offense Russia but your Public Relations/Chamber of Commerce needs to get with Hollywood (USA) and try to get some movies set in "Summertime Russia" with a Russian Hero.  Speaking from an American audience perspective...
Love stories do not exist in Russia, Russia men break legs, and its always negative 20 degrees.  WTH? (what the heck?)
I think Americans are ready for a Sunny Romantic Comedy outta ya'll ("Bbl BCe" is Russian for: you all [which is the long way of saying ya'll])... Its never too late to change your image and nothing does more for a tarnished reputation than a scenic feel good story.

I am realistic and chalk up the visits from 10 foreign countries as accidents or key word search for Joe Dirt that was on the 45th page of google or perhaps a concerned parent was trying to find out about A.D.D. and got here by some twist of fate and now believes that their child could harness the hyper-energy makes them different and they too could have a world-wide impact

I am also ridiculous... and maybe... just maybe... my b.s. bares striking resemblance to the free flowing genius of their long lost hero. (ancient even)... Maybe I am like Joe (Tom Hanks) from Dante's Peak Krakatoa, East of Java,When Time Ran Out...  Joe vs. The Volcano and I am important on an epic level in some remote land...
Alternatively, I could be stirring up some international resentment for the Boston Red Sox, Tim Duncan, Big Ten, or enriching the lives of foreign: Saints, Rangers, Ocho Cinco, Miami Hurricanes, gas station bean burrito fans.  I may not have blogged about gas station bean burritos but they are great,   good , tempting beyond better judgment at least once.  (see tongue to battery, belly flop, holding a snake, watching hockey, rollerblading, curry, sardines, shaved head, mustaches, Toms, eating snow, any ab mechanism, tanning beds, earwax removal kit, biore blackhead strips, nair, suspenders, bow ties, renting a scooter, shaking a vending machine to get free snacks.)



if the world wants more... I'm gonna give 'em what they want.
I guess thats why its called the world wide web. 
shawdiggidy
Шоу




прочность в промахов

lessons earned

When I was.. well.. 14 or 15 years old (nearly old enough to drive) I got a summer job. There was no filling out applications, turning in applications, pressing my shirt, combing my hair for an interview. I don't even think there was ink, paper, and a dotted line. Actually that I "GOT" the job sounds like I was looking for.. then found the job.. (not what happened). As I recall it, an extended family get-together produced my first ever employment. At said gathering My uncle (who was a Linebacker? in college and remains a football enthusiast) asked me how my summer football workouts were going. I said with some pride that "its hard work, I'm playing quarterback and we throw like 200 balls a day, do a half an hour of abs, and practice our drop-backs back and forth down the entire field." (I paused for his approval... I should not have paused). It gave him time to say this... "Quarterbacks wear skirts".. he laughed (which made me nervous... Is he kidding or is he about to have a Linebacker break with reality and spear me.) this is really not how I felt but I was certainly not going argue over the toughness of my position. This conversation meandered about until he figured out how to counter my summer of Pampered Quarterback. "What are you doing besides working out?" he asked ( Again I should not have paused)... Literally the next day, I was working for his construction company. I was placed on concrete form detail for the next few months. Raise your hand if you know what that means....Rrrrrright... I (alone) cleaned (recycled) the apparatus used to form -or- (give shape)... to wet concrete.  When the cement foundation or wall was dry, the forms were removed and sent to me... (lonely, bored-out-of-my-mind, in-want-of-rain me) to be stripped of residual debris and conditioned with burn-your-ass oil. 
I am grateful for THAT summer because I learned my lesson*(s)... the next couple summers I did the same thing but that was less character building and more so because (here I go speculatin') anyone else (anyone not related to the boss man) would have quit and forms gotsta be cleaned.

*(s) oil used for conditioning cement forms burns the skin like a sumofabitch
*(s) even when the job can be done better and more efficiently from a folding metal chair DO NOT sit down "Sitting Down on the Job" is frowned upon by the boss man.
*(s) lifting weights and throwing footballs does not fit in the category of "working out"
*(s) Don't pause
*(s) most of the people that work in construction started in some character-building role and take great
       joy in building the character of rookies.  this is common in many professions... but in construction
       they drag it out and leave you on a remote island... alone... without a chair. 

*(s) Don't call your boss by his first name in front of adults (even if you have done so your entire life)
*(s) avoid outside jobs that require blue jeans in july and august. 
*(s) Quarterbacks wear skirts

----lastly----

*(s) I was not on a crew for one or more of these reasons:

1.  A summer job is designed to build character not skills for a future career
those positions should be filled by persons of established character and a desire to make it a career

2. Too young to drive:  Crews are on different sites during the week

3. Too young to be exposed to the conversations/language on job sites.

4. My uncle really did not like quarterbacks


Thank you DG for the work.
I got to scuff my boots and learned that you dont throw away day old bread (or raggedy ass forms)

texas rangers to the top.
tdavids

Speculatin'

With nothing more than a snap shot or passing glance from the highway I can pretty much tell you the history, future, current state, age, utility of anything I look at. I WILL NOT AUTHENTICATE MY ANALYSIS NOR WILL I GUARANTEE ANY PARTICULAR FINDING with anything more than a "that's what it looks like"; "I bet that's how that got there"; or "I bet you anything..."

*Not by some real knowledge or research, but purely by feel. It's called speculatin' and I love it.


Speculatin' is a very popular hobby across the globe... From cab drivers with conspiracy theories... To grade school detectives... It passes more road trip miles than all of your "best of [insert decade and/or genre] compilations ever have. It's kind of a two man game but can be played alone like forest gump played ping pong (probably not fun... enjoying it may mean you have some serious psychological issues that need expert analysis [i.e. you can distinguish between your "me"  "myself" and "I"] ) or with 3 like jeopardy less he that was formerly mustache(d)  (1 vs. 1 vs. 1 [no team]) or 4 (so long as it's 2 on 2) because 3 on 1 is bullying you jerk! (frowned upon).
*note: The reason I believe 4 is the max is that 20% of all people probably know (by research) the truth and they need not speculate (explanation: with 5+ 1 of 5 would probably be an expert on everything. [see that...I just created a thoughtful speculation that is free of fact or foundation.]) I had plans at one time (that one time being now because it just occurred to me) to pitch the game to milton bradley or [insert game maker]... but after giving it much thought (much=the time it took for me to type [...] ) I decided it is more like "I Spy"... game is self explanatory and a board with pieces is just coat closet clutter. (coatclosetclutter should be a http://www.com/ where people sell ccc. ...boom.

last Friday I stayed at work until after 5 and I failed to make this known to my boss.
I almost sent him a pointless email just to have the time stamp validate my hard day. I did not because I was only there at 5:10 because I was reading an article on http://www.golfwrx.com/ and lost track of time. Instead I decided I would ask to leave at noon on a Tuesday, because 10 extra minutes on a Friday is worth half a Tuesday... tell me I am wrong!


the tim

I gotsta I just gotsta give em what they want.