Is a salad covered in dressing still healthy?

dsaldPeople always say that drowning a salad with dressing defeats the purpose of eating a salad. I find that to be incorrect. Sure, a nice, flavorful dressing is high in calories and fat but it is what makes a salad edible in the first place.

The purpose of eating is to nourish your body with the essential nutrients it needs to be healthy. Those nutrients are still there in the salad under the dressing therefore you are still getting them. The high calorie dressing just facilitates the chance of actually consuming them.

If you are not enjoying your salad then what is the point?


Why is girly music so popular?

hmstrdncToday I had lunch at Pizza Hut.  I like to take my kindle and read while I eat.  It’s pretty much the only time I have to read.

While I was there, I couldn’t help but hear the “music” playing on the intercom.  It was a high pitched whiny, girly, grating on your brain sound.  I pulled out my iPhone and Soundhounded it to find out what the hell it was.

It was somebody called Rihanna.  Had to google her to see who she was.  Some shiny black girl.

Nevertheless, I’m amazed at how much of today’s music is composed of tiny-voiced girly stuff.  I can’t help thinking of Hamster Dance whenever I hear one playing.   Yeah.  I guess when you come to the point where you say, “That’s not music.  That’s noise!” then you are officially old.  Distaste in current music is always an issue.  Don’t deny it.  It WILL happen to you! It has happened to every generation since the invention of music.

I thought the horrible rap fad was bad enough.  This stuff is just as bad if not worse.  I can’t imagine people liking it.  Boggle goes my mind again.

Blatant Littering

ltrWow!  You never know what you are going to see each day.

On the way home from work the guy in the car next to me held an empty water bottle out his window then just let it go.

Who does that?

I would have honked my horn at him but he was a Mexican with tattoos all over his face and decided it would be better for my health if I didn’t.

Still, You have to wonder what kind of person has it in them to just throw trash out the window of a moving car.  It boggles my mind.

The only thing preventing me from being truly happy

I fought depression and won.  It was an incredibly long and dangerous war lasting at least 20 years.  Now I feel well.  It is over.  I am victorious!

There’s only one thing left preventing me from being truly happy.  It’s that nagging desire to have a friend.  Does that sound stupid or what?   I find it impossible to turn up any person, male or female, who meets my simple requirements.

  1. Be capable of doing fun things.
  2. Have time to do fun things.
  3. Appreciate things that are good.
  4. Be naked with me. (I’m a nudist.)

The people I know are lacking all four things.  The people I don’t know can’t see that I even exist.  Invisibility is a major problem for me.  Not sure how to deal with that.  More on invisibility later.

But finding a friend isn’t actually my problem.  The real problem is that I can’t let go of the wanting.  I find myself happiest when I am alone.  I get to do whatever I want whenever I want to do it.  When I am with people, I just wish I was alone because they don’t meet qualifications 1-4 and are wasting my time.

Wouldn’t it make sense then that when I am alone I should be happy?  Logical, yet it doesn’t seem to work that way.  I keep spending all my awesome alone-time with the recurring thought, “Wouldn’t it be great if I had someone to share it with?”  It just won’t stop.  I don’t know how to kill it.  I know that thoughts are merely figments of my imagination and I am in control of them.  Somehow this particular thought is more powerful than a locomotive.  Nothing I do can stop it from hounding me mercilessly.

The way I see it, there are two options.

  1. Find a friend.
  2. Kill the desire.

In this world of brainwashed phone-slaves, the chances of finding someone like me are incredibly small.  Microscopic.   I am one of a kind.  I’m a round peg in the land of square holes.  I understand that.

The only option left is to kill the desire.  I’ve tried so hard but it keeps coming back like a virus-encrusted boomerang.  (How about that?)    All I want is for it to leave me alone.  I must find a way to win.  I need to find the silver bullet or a nice wooden stake.  God help me.

Dreamblog – A lot of stuff happened

I went to a job interview at a tech company.  There were five or six of us there for a group interview.  It looked like a fun place to work.  As the interview went on they concentrated on a single guy just in front of me.  I could tell they had already picked him out.  There was an old childhood friend of mine behind me.  He said something to me but I couldn’t make it out.   After the interview was over I reached out to shake the winner’s hand and congratulate him.  He reluctantly shook my hand.

I walked out of the building with the losers.  There was a girl in the group and we started walking down the street together.  I noticed my feet were dragging along the pavement and that I was wearing my non-work shoes.  Rather than dragging I went into hovershoe mode where I can often skim strangely above the surface of the roads in my dreams.  I should have taken that as a clue that I was dreaming.

We eventually made it to the RV park and stopped at my RV. She offered to give me her phone number but I wasn’t really interested in her and changed the subject.  She went off to her RV and I went inside mine to go to sleep.

I dreamed that I was a kid again with some childhood friends.  We were on the side of a grassy yet craggy mountain with a bunch of junk laying around.  We pulled an old lawnmower out of the weeds and it began to come apart where the motor joins the body.  I said that all we need are some new bolts. They are cheap.  We thew it down the mountainside.

I found a plate that had a small tree growing out of it.  The tree was lying down in some kind of forced perspective art that extended off the surface of the plate.  I showed it to the girl I spent a lot of time with in high school.  She didn’t even look at it.  I held on to it for a few minutes then threw it aside.  It broke on a rock.  I didn’t care.

We walked down the mountain where a bunch of other kids were playing in an old lion cage.  One of them was so fat he looked like he would pop.  He was wearing only thin, tiny white short shorts and his body was covered in what looked like many-day-old blue body paint from some passed festival.  As I walked by I noticed that many of the other boys were also wearing short shorts.  I wondered what year it was.

Read more of my dreams.

Dreamblog – Found My Hamster

hmstrI was going through some boxes of stuff from my childhood over 35 years ago.  As I was looking at all the great stuff, my hamster came walking out between the boxes.  I was dumbfounded as I was unable to figure out how he had lived for so many years.

I kind of miss having a hamster.  Do you think it is OK for a 47 year old single guy to buy a new one?   Why the F not.

I had built this great three story cage for him.  It was huge and awesome.  I’m thinking that I need another one now.

Read more of my dreams.

Go away Sun. You bother me.

evlsnHere it is mid September and it is 95 degrees outside.  The sun just won’t give up.  If you don’t live in the south then count yourself lucky.  It’s bloody hot forever then you die.

It has been so hot for so many months that I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be cool.  Thank God for air conditioning.

Only one and a half more months of summer left.  I can’t wait for that first real cold front that comes sometime near the end of October.

Give me a button that destroys the sun and I will press it right now.