Scrambled Ramblings of the Sleep Deprived

You know, it's times like this when I really wish I liked coffee. I'm not even sure why, but I do. I've been awake, for some inexplicable reason, since 2 am. Boom. Awake. I flipped and flopped trying to find that perfect spot which would put me in a wormhole back to Sleepyland, but it just wasn't happening.

So...I have a home office, I'll do some work. I rolled about of bed about 3:30, made the commute down the hall into my office, and started working. I hit it hard until about 5, and now it just seems right to share the experience with you, my beloved Crossing Paths reader. OK, in all honesty, my good friend Brittany in Maine, who is my friend Lisa's daughter and author of her own blog, is the only person I know who is presently online. But that's only because it's 8 am on the east coast. And now she's done chatting with me, so what's a guy to do?

Did you see the movie I Am Legend? This is the one in which Will Smith is living in New York City with no other humans? I think I would lose my mind in about 3 hours.

You know what's weird? It's just after 5 am right now, and I'm getting live sports updates on the radio. It's not normal to have live sporting events that I would remotely care about going on before the sun is up. Ahhh, the beauty of the Olympics.

I think I need to mount the painting over my couch higher. It just doesn't look quite right.

Speaking of my couch, how come you can't find the Flintstones on TV anymore? I think that show would be awesome in HD splendor! The orange, black and blue (whaaa??) on Fred's...uhhh, muumuu (yeah, I had to look up the spelling on that), or is it a shirt? Suit? He's always wearing a tie. What's with that? Anyway, wouldn't whatever you call it just jump off the screen in High Def?

What? You've never considered that?

I watched Olympic women's "race walking" for a little bit yesterday. I'm sorry, but that has to be one of the funniest looking Olympic sports ever. I am trying to figure out what makes a person decide, "you know, I think that sport is for me!" I mean, there are marathons and track meets all over the world. When was the last "race walking" event you ever heard of? If you want to go for a walk, take some golf clubs with you. What was amusing to me, visually, was the fact that from the waist up, they look like they're running. Arms pumping frantically, miserable facial expressions. But from the waist down, they look very much like a person who is desperately trying to make it to the restroom because their laxative just kicked in.

Did you know Grouch Marx's real name was Julius Henry Marx?

Maybe it's good that I don't like coffee.