My brain is on overload. Sitting down to write means thinking. Thinking means 200 thoughts within 20 seconds. It goes something like this…I need to go to the bank, I wonder what food colorings are in my ice cream, have they extended the paint colors in low VOC’s? I need a massage, does cell division speed change with heart rate? Will I ever find a four leaf clover outside of a Lucky Charm’s box? I should blog about food coloring and VOC’s. I should….Wait, why did I boot up my computer? Then I”m like…Durrrr.
Yeh, I know…we’re all ADD/ADHD the distractible disease that’s good for winning a Trivial Pursuit pie (which is pointless because no one will play board games with me).
That being said… tonight I’m just going to be the blog, as my mother would say… cathartic… or something like that. My mother has memorized the dictionary and possibly every grammar book (a skill she didn’t pass on to me). By the way, I”m going to blow off editing too.
Moving forward…
I’m not going to talk about the Durrrr Challenge because a Tom “Durrrr” Dwan Challenge post is so September 2, 2010. However, check out one of my favorite writers…Pauly who posted on Tom “Swedish Chef from the Muppets Show” Dwan vs Dan “Jungle Love Man 12″ Cates because he joined us guest bloggers on Full Tilt. And of course, his other post because he used my favorite picture that I took at the WSOP this year. A picture that captures so many things… that it would require an entirely different post that I will forget to write.
Pauly’s posts gave me the opportunity to rename Dwan to Tom “Swedish Chef” Dwan. Could also be Tom “The Swedish Chef from the Muppet’s Show” Dwan. For those of you who watched the Muppet Show, you may recall that the Swedish Chef spoke Durrrr during his cooking show. So, whenever Tom “The Swedish Chef” Dwan was/is in the news, I always think of the Swedish Chef speaking Durrrr because it sounds exactly like Durrrr. Furthermore, since we’re talking about the Swedish Chef, I should mention a common poker expression “…..blah, blah, blah those Swedes.”
Which reminds me of a WSOP true story.
I was standing in line at Starbucks waiting to purchase an Odwalla and a perfect oatmeal (about as healthy as it gets at the Rio) when I overheard this conversation.
Cashier: What’s your name?
Guy: Johann
Cashier: Wow, that’s a very manly name.
Johann: Thanks
Cashier: So, where are you from?
Johann: Sweden.
Cashier: That’s cool.
Johann: Thanks.
Cashier: So, are you Swedish?
Johann: Yes.
Cashier: That’s awesome.
Johann: I guess so.
Those Swedes.
You’re most welcome, Pauly. Sending big hugs to you and Change.
LOL at the Swedish Chef video. Thanks for the link love, ML!
Hurty gurty gurty hurty hurty gurty.