Hi There, it's still me...

Tomorrow is the second anniversary of my blog. 374 total posts for an average of about one every other day. Of course, when I first started out I was a little manic about the whole thing and sometimes posted three times a day for a while. That's just the way I do stuff, sometimes.

I think over the past month I've really blown the average--I haven't really looked, but I feel like I've just posted once or twice in the past 30 days. Sometimes I feel like the guy getting caught and eaten alive by the alien--"just kill me!" (I'm referring to my blog here, not myself for all you literal types and/or Ted Bundy types).

The travel schedule went nuts there for a while--Arizona (woo hoo!) and then California (left Texas at 29 degrees and landed in California at 78 degrees--didn't want to go back except that's where all my stuff is...like: wife, kids...).

Lots of weird travel stories--I'll just have to catch up on them later. Funny things came from the San Diego trip especially--the first cab driver I had who was having a nervous breakdown or something--he acted very erratically. In the end, he parked the cab, popped the trunk and wouldn't tell me how much I owed, or get out and get my bags, which is really, really weird. After I retrived my bags, I figured how much I owed myself from the meter, fished out a bill and asked for a receipt, which he slowly filled out completely for about three minutes. Then, he wouldn't accept a tip (which I thought I was being VERY generous in giving at all). Weird.

The driver taking me to the airport was obsessed with talking about the Russian spy who was killed via radiation poisoning. A little bit of a downer, but intriguing. I asked him if he was from Russia and he told me he was from Bulgaria. I brought up Georgi Markov , a Bulgarian who was also killed in London (rough place, eh?) by the KGB, who supposedly injected ricin into him with an umbrella as he waited at a bus stop. I don't know why, but that's kind of a cool spy story to me... After being disgusted for being mistaken for Russian, the driver was at least impressed that I knew that story and that Markov was Bulgarian.

And I got hit on while riding on the plane--no, not buy a woman, but by one of those "hey, are you looking for an opportunity?" guys. A woman would have been easier to say no to--this guy actually has my Email address now and has been sending me very nice messages and wants to get together some morning to discuss his company with me. Here's a hint: I wasn't feeling well on the plane (allergies/stuffiness + pressure change = misery) , and he told me that he's been feeling great since he started taking some herbal supplements....

Well, I'll catch up on some other stuff later, including: Evil Quack dentist from Hell, Fran-tom of the Opera, and the gift orgy which is Christmas in my home. In the meantime, I'm smiling and I hope everyone out there reading is, too...