Tuesday Tidbits

How's that for a lame title? Pretty sure I could have tried harder, but sometimes, when the sun starts to disappear, my interest in blog post titles starts to wane. This is one of those times.

I was originally going to do a State of the Buban blog post, but I just don't know what that would entail, so I've decided to shelve it. Plus I tried to find a picture to use for it, and this is all I could come up with. Guess I haven't taken my picture since New Years.

Which makes me hope that certain folks will read this and contemplate the number of selfies they post on Facebook. Nobody gives a shit after a while. We understand that you love yourself more than most love their favorite pet who's about to be put out of it's misery like Old Shep, but turn the camera to something else besides your damned face every now and again...says the person who just posted a selfie. At least I didn't take the photo though. That probably doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of irony.

Anyway, it's your typical Tuesday night over here on the wrong side of town. Bob's doing his thing with the Midwest Books for Prisoners* gang. Greg was cooking some sort of taco dinner for that group and he did a hell of a job. I like tacos and all, but this ranks right up there with the best taco I've ever tasted. I'm scared to write that last sentence, as I'm still not sure how something with ground turkey meat could taste so good, but it did. Must have been the beans and the rice. Either way my taco world view has been forever changed/damaged.

Time to take my vitamins. I think I'm going to need one of those seven day vitamin keeper contraptions, to keep all this crap organized. I don't think they sell them large enough to hold these damn ginormous fish oil capsules, which are slightly smaller than the sardines my Father used to eat out of tin cans. Who am I kidding, I eat them too. I've also been known to pull spaghetti out of the garbage and slap it on top of my head. Don't judge me.

This is day two of washing my pillows. Day one was yesterday when two pillows were washed and dried. Day two is just like day one, except with different pillows. It's good to have clean pillows.

So I was contemplating moving this blog to another platform and I'm still contemplating that, but I changed some of the settings last night here on Blogger and I kind of like it. Makes me feel like I have a new blog, even though I don't. I am a little annoyed that when I click on my blog the blog name starts off in one of my least favorite fonts and then usually quickly switches over to the font I picked. I'll probably still change it over at some point, as I've got big plans for this here blog and I'm not sure Blogger will know what to do with me once I completely blow their socks off.

I don't even know why I would want to blow their socks off though. That seems like a pretty mean thing to do. Perhaps I'll just gently blow on their feet as they were probably standing all day and their feet and socks are kind of sweaty and perhaps a bit stanky. Maybe I'll just cool down their feet and then  lull them into a wonderfully soothing sense of serenity and calm. The path to getting what you want is paved with giving, happiness, joy and intent, so I won't literally blow their socks off, I'll soothe their socks off, and then the Universe will open up and I'll receive all that I desire.

Anyway things are looking up not just for me, but for all of you and for this Erased Chalkboard blog. Have yourselves a splendid evening. I need to go get those pillows and start the process of winding down. Early to bed, early to rise, makes Dave happy, wealthy and wise.


*Prisoners from the Midwest area send Bob letters asking for certain books or magazines and Bob and his merry band of cohorts cobble together what they can find which hopefully comes close to the request and send it off to wherever the prisoner is located. I've helped out a few times, but usually I'm blogging on Tuesday nights. That's a lie. Anyway, if you have any books you would like to donate, please let me know. You could also donate some money to pay for shipping costs if you're feeling oh so generous. Bob usually ends up paying for this out of his own pocket. He's a good guy like that. They do good things for the community here at First Trinity Lutheran Church.