I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but sweet Jesus do I love naps. In fact, I’ve spent the last 2 hours drifting in and out of consciousness.
Usually my nighttime routine goes a little something like this. I get 6-7 hours per night worth of sleep during the week, which usually increases to 8 hours on the weekends. Sometimes though, life gets in the way of that, so I have to work on 4 or 5 hours worth of sleep during a weeknight. This isn’t so bad if it only happens once, since I usually just supplement it with a quick nap after work. My couch is long enough for me to stretch out on (most aren’t, since I’m 6’3) and it’s ridiculously comfortable.
I had a girlfriend who was all about the napping. She would come over and try all sorts of coaxing to get me to nap with her. Mostly she’d bribe me with promises of food after the nap was over. Well, and other things.
So yeah, I pity you people with kids who just don’t have the time to nap. Or you could just nap and leave them free to watch themselves. The TV is practically a parent these days, right?
Song I Like And Therefore You Should Too
I am a white male from a small town. Therefore, logic would dictate I don’t like a whole lot of hip-hop music. Glorifying drugs and violence usually doesn’t do it for me, but I’m going to make an exception for this next song.
This is the uncensored version, so maybe you shouldn’t listen to this at work. Come to think of it, why would you listen to any song I recommend at work? You’d bug your fellow cubicle dwellers.
Rainier Wolfcastle: My eyes! The goggles do nothing!
Gambling Is Fun
Here’s a stat for you: in July, the Oakland A’s had twice as many walk-off wins as the Houston Astros had wins. And yet they still managed to beat Pittsburgh last week. Because of that, I had an 0-3 week.
Once again I’m betting against Houston, taking the Atlanta Braves to kick their sorry asses back to whatever city they’re from. I’m also going with the significantly improved LA Dodgers to beat the Chicago Cubs, who really should have traded Matt Garza at the deadline. Finally, I’m going with the over (52.5) for the B.C. Lions/Toronto Argonauts game tomorrow. Here’s hoping for some offense.
Overall Record: 48-66-3
A Post You Might Have Missed
If you printed off every word of my archives, you’d have at least enough paper to go to Jupiter and back again, 8 times. Jupiter is just down the street from me, right?
Almost exactly a year ago, they actually let me host the Carnival of Personal Finance. I’m not sure why they let me either, but click through to see how many blogs I managed to offend.
The More You Know
How come Financial Uproar doesn’t have its own Wikipedia page yet? ALL OF YOU HAVE FAILED ME.
Mr. Peanut is the advertising logo, mascot and recently, spokes-peanut of Planters, an American snack-food company and division of Kraft Foods. He consists of a drawing of an anthropomorphic peanut in its shell dressed in the formal clothing of an old-fashioned gentleman: a top hat, monocle, white gloves, spats, tights and a cane.
Planters Peanuts was founded in 1906, in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania by Amedeo Obici. In 1916 the company held a contest to create a company logo. A fourteen year-old schoolboy named Antonio Gentile won the contest with his drawing of a Peanut Man and an artist later added spats, a top hat, a monocle, and a cane to the drawing, and Mr. Peanut, or as Antonio called him, Bartholomew Richard Fitzgerald-Smythe, was born.
By the mid-1930s, the raffish figure had come to symbolize the entire peanut industry. Mr. Peanut has appeared on almost every Planters package and advertisement. He is now one of the best-known icons in advertising history.
In high school, one of the guys had a Mr. Peanut costume that he wore every year for Halloween. It was awesome.
Dirty Word In Words With Friends
There was a tie this week, as one player played ‘ass’ and ‘shit’ with the SAME MOVE, while another played ‘vulva’. That’s good dirty wordin’ everyone.
If you want to play me, my user is Nelsmi. And yes, we can sext if you’re an attractive female. Or even an average looking one.
Babe Loosely Related To Finance
Only one more week of Olympics babes, then we’re back to normal. There is an embarrassment of riches to choose from. No wonder there’s so much sex being had in London.
This is Joanne Malar, who last competed in the Olympics in 2000, but is back in London doing color commentary for TSN’s coverage. Don’t go to her official site though, since it’s infected with malware. I’m sure there’s an STD joke in there somewhere.
Time For Links
I’m going to give the post of the week award to Dave from 6400 Personal Finance, who asks whether you’d invest in yourself. As Dave says, not how to invest in yourself, but whether your behavior justifies investment. The only investment I’d get is pity investment, kind of like when people buy stock in the Yellow Pages Group.
I always enjoy a good rant about entitlement, and Below Her Means delivered. Except for when she called the other girl a ‘brat’. That made me cry. Oh wait, those were tears of joy.
Krystal from Give Me Back My Five Bucks (after typing that out a few times I can see why she shortened that to GMBMFB) asks whether your crappy attitude is keeping you poor. For me, literally burning money is keeping me poor. I should probably stop doing that.
Teacher Man over at Young And Thrifty is making me miss my internet girlfriend less and less everyday. (Don’t worry Y&T, I still weep for you) He points out how stupid it is to get a personal trainer. Click through to see all the justifications in the comment section.
That’s all I got this week. Step up your game, rest of the PF-o-net.