tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81370202011-12-14T13:28:03.858-08:00If I write all of this and no one reads it, did I still waste my time?Todd W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313353130194932791noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137020.post-46062575104039184662007-09-14T20:04:00.001-07:002007-09-14T20:04:39.991-07:00

Read Part 1 hereI had come home from the first day of my second week of being a “manny,” which as US Weekly tells us, is the only appropriate term for what someone like me was doing. (P.S.: US Weekly didn’t tell you I’ll punch you in the neck if you actually use the ridiculous word “manny” in my presence.) I was at the door of my neighbor, beaten and broken. She would know. She would help.

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My wife and I do not have kids yet. We love kids, and we’re very good with kids. Almost without exception, every single one of our friends have kids, and we’ve been teaching Sunday School for about 5 years to kids ranging from 18 months to 6 years old. We love watching Supernanny, and not just because it involves an attractive, long-haired British disciplinarian who wears smart-looking suits

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I'm not a person that anyone would describe as "angry." I've never been in a fight, and I've only yelled at two people my entire life (Hi Eric and Jen!). There is, however, a huge part of me that is constantly annoyed by pretty much everything. But I recently realized that being annoyed by just about anything sort of gives me a perverse sense of joy.Let me give a quick example. This past

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Although I’m not what you would call an “avid outdoorsman,” I do like being outdoors. Weather permitting, I enjoy hiking, kayaking, skiing, walking, swimming, and the occasional curling match. But there’s one thing I can’t tolerate: camping.My wife loves camping. All of my friends love camping. However, I can’t stand it. While everyone else thinks that it’s because I don’t like “being one”

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Last week I promised I would “pull back the curtain” and talk a little bit about the advertising industry. I’m a copywriter, which means I provide the words to any sort of advertising or marketing venture you may come across – TV, radio, web site, brochure, packaging, etc. This job comes with a lot of social recognition. Unfortunately, that recognition usually sounds something like, “I hate

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I don't understand what's going on here. The illustration above came on the cover of a flyer that arrived in the mail yesterday.Here are the facts presented to me: There are private lessons available for $30 an hour. One-on-one time with experienced teachers. I'll need to make an appointment, because whatever is going on here is very popular amongst a community of ready learners.Then we have

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Here’s why Asians all look alike to me.* cough *Well then. That certainly wasn’t the way to start. Let’s try again.I believe there is some truth to the old stereotype that the typical white American finds it hard to differentiate the distinguishing characteristics of non-European nationalities. (Ok, well at least that sentence covers what seems overtly racist with pseudo-intellectualized

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Ok, so I hate to keep beating a dead horse about the "how people find my blog" thing, but I just saw this one:"- girl gets dog poop smeared in hair"I don't even know how to feel about this. I'm horrified, intrigued, and confused all at the same time.I just hope to never meet the person who searches for that phrase. I don't know what they wanted to find, but I'm more afraid that they found it on

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Ever since I figured out how to work the “Referrals” feature on my Site Meter visitor counter, I've been obsessed with how people are finding this page. Even though I've been terrible at keeping up with posting, people are still visiting every day. How in the world are they getting here? For the most part, people are clicking on the comments I make at other blogs or web sites (I'd say about

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I'm not a huge sports fan. I enjoyed playing them myself, but I just never saw the appeal of watching people I don’t know or don’t care about get paid more than the gross national product of Uruguay to run back and forth and back and forth a lot. It’s gotten to the point that I’ll TiVo the Super Bowl just to watch for commercials and any errant boob that happens to fly across the

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Just when I thought no one could top finding my page through a google search of "bathroom whimsy," I just noticed that today someone found my site by googling the following:"Bathroom whimsy dog."I have no idea what to say about that.*(New update on its way. I promise. Seriously.)

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I am the #1 result for the Google search of "Toilet whimsy."*(And yes, I know it's been forever since I've posted anything new. I'll get around to it. I'm blaming my broken foot. And society.)

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I was just making some almond roca cookie bars (as is my wont), and the last step was to sprinkle the almond roca mixutre over the cookie. As I was cutting open the pouch (I can't figure out whether I love or hate the word "pouch." It kinda gross, but kinda cool at the same time...), I noticed a sentence running up the side of the pouch. It says, "This foil pouch is designed to maintain Roca

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It sounded like someone took a large sheet of bubble wrap and twisted it.In a moment, that sentence will become horrifying. But for now, let’s back up.I consider myself a pretty intelligent person. I’m well educated, I have a decent IQ, I know that you can’t use “baking powder” and “baking soda” interchangeably in recipes even though they both have “baking” in the name and are both, in fact, “

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Last year I posted an entry that derided cell phone cameras as lame inventions solely built to sucker people out of money. Specifically, this is what I had to say:Have you ever been in the position where you said to yourself, "Dang...I wish I had the ability to take blurry, low-resolution photos the size of a postage stamp. Too bad I'm on my cell phone." Neither have I. Yet, inexplicably, we

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Here’s the thing about walking in on someone using the bathroom: I can’t figure out who it’s worse for. On the one hand, you’ve got the person in the bathroom; the person in that oh-so-vulnerable of positions who is certainly not expecting anyone to come bursting through the door. On the other hand, you have the person entering the bathroom. All this person wanted was to wash his hands before

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Not to get all Alfred Hitchcock or anything, but something really freaky is going on with the birds today. Not once, not twice, but three times over the span of a few hours did birds careen into my house's windows. And let me tell you, nothing makes you scream, "I'M NOT READY TO DIE!" like a wee girl more than sitting calmly at the computer when a live animal smashes into the glass two feet

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S-s-s-s...sss.s...soooo........h-h-h-h-hotttttt.Living in Portland has totally disabled my body's ability to handle hot weather. I grew up in a desert climate where summers would consistently get over 105 degrees, but since I've moved here I've started stripping off layers of clothing once the thermometer goes north of 65. And not "strip" in the sexy way, but as in "ewww...the pot-bellied

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In other Todd Werkhoven news, I have an essay running in the Portland Tribune about that whole radio station debacle I complained about a few posts down. To read it, you can click here.

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I don't sleep well. I never have. Once I fall asleep I'm usually fine, but it's trying to shut off my brain to go to sleep that I have trouble with. Am I trying to solve the world's most pressing problems? Nope. My brain is just rattling around like an over-caffeinated 9-year-old with ADD. To wit, I'll offer up a few random and bizarre thoughts I had while trying to fall asleep last night.1

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I just erased a big rant about what's called "The 80/20 Rule." For those of you not familiar with this rule, it basically says, "80% of everything is pure unadulterated drivel."I erased it because I was getting depressed, and what I was writing was even more bitter sounding than what I usually write. Except that this time there was no wacky, humorous payoff. It was just making me sad.Last

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Apropos of nothing, here is what I'd look like as a South Park character...

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I've noticed that whenever you see food advertised, more often than not it's flying through the air. There must be some psychological weakness that we all have that equates airborne food with "Why yes, I must eat Go-Gurt now."I realized this last night when I was watching TV. There was an ad for granola or muesli or something, and every time they showed the product, it was either being tossed

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In the end, it was the cilantro that finally destroyed me.Let me back up.I intensely dislike grocery shopping. I don't mind going to the store per se, but for some reason if I have to pick up more than eight items, it's something I'll fight tooth and nail to avoid. In fact, I'll go to the store four times a day to pick up three items at a time with no problem. But once that list grows beyond

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Can we all just agree that there's no difference between "Peppermint," "Spearmint," and "Wintergreen"? I was just at the convenience store and was overwhelmed by the array of mint flavors that gum is sold in. I mean seriously -- does anyone really say, "Curses...all they have is Spearmint. Only Wintergreen will pass through these lips!" And where does "Icy Blast" and "Fresh Burst" fall on the

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Ah, 30. The age where you graduate from pretend adulthood to real-life adulthood. Where you no longer have the ability to excuse your dumbass choices with the phrase "Well, I was in my 20s."And what better place to spend your 30th birthday than...the DMV? (Yes, I know every hack comedian and writer mines plenty of material from the DMV -- second only to material about airline food -- but who I am

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Ok, so I'm well aware that it's been a whole month since I've posted anything, and that I'm letting down literally 2's of people, so here I am again. Just in time for Christmas. Ho, ho, ho and whatnot. And since it's Christmas, I'm sure we've all experienced the onslaught of holiday cheer that permeates every facet of life during this oh-so-blessed season of 5-for-1 discounts and prices so good

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Everybody has one. That one drawer, usually in the kitchen. All hail the Junk Drawer. Regardless of the type of house you keep, the Junk Drawer is universal. After all, you need to be able to access your scissors and tape, your spare pencils, pens, and paper. But after a while, the Junk Drawer takes on a life of its own. Soon it's brimming with the oddest collection of miscellaneous

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[begin geek] There are 10 types of people in the world. Those that understand binary, and those that don't. [end geek] Ok, so I apologize for that terrible joke. It's just been making me laugh for the past few days. Let us never speak of it again. ... Speaking of pumpkins, here are the two I did for Halloween this year:

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Well, in no time at all, Christmas will be here. And along with Christmas comes the much maligned Thank You note. So in order to enable you to be fully prepared for sending out your own heartfelt holiday Thank You notes, I'm going to provide you with a quick and easy template for you to use. Simply print out the template below and fill in the appropriate blanks. Underneath the template I have

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So I was watching my new DVD of Return of the Jedi last night. It's interesting watching something that was such a gigantic part of my childhood through the eyes of an adult. I still love the movies, don't get me wrong (and don't get me started on the new Star Wars movies). But it's odd the things that I wonder about now that I'm a grown-up. Throughout most of Return of the Jedi, the mighty,

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Man, do I hate election years. I always have, too. All those ridiculous ads that show the candidate's opponent walking in slow motion, or speaking to a group in slow motion, all done to make said opponent look evil. (And let's face it: people doing things in slow motion always makes them look evil.) This election year is way worse than they usually are. I think it's because I'm getting older

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If there's one thing we can all agree on, it's that there is a vast right-wing conspiracy foisted on us by the liberal media elite. Let's all take a moment to breathe in the stupidity of that statement. (breathe in...breathe out) ...And we're back. The sentence in question is, obviously, stupid. But that doesn't stop every blowhard with a national talk show from bleating on about it.

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Today I almost ran over Ron Jeremy in a parking lot. I wish there was a great story to go along with that, but that's pretty much it. Just me pulling around in a parking lot, having to stop short because there was Ron "The Hedgehog" Jeremy standing in front of my car. I wasn't going to mention this encounter, but "Today I almost ran over Ron Jeremy in a parking lot" is at the top of the

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I work from home, so it falls on me to try to keep order and cleanliness when it comes to the house. Unfortunately, I am nowhere near being any good at it or "caring" about it. I'm not so much a "cleaner" as I am the guy who picks up just enough that, on a quick scan, the house appears clean. But on any sort of closer inspection, my feeble facade breaks down. Thankfully it's often cloudy here

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It's not an overstatement to say that Americans will pretty much buy anything. For every cockamamie product idea, there will be a million slack-jawed consumers forking over fists-full of cash -- or by conveniently paying over 5 easy installments. Just flip on the TV late at night, and you'll see all sorts of "amazing" products you can order. But the problem goes deeper than exercise machine

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Dear Paris; Congratulations on your success. I fully realize the hardships, pitfalls, dead-ends, rejections, struggles, and self-doubts that pave the road to becoming an international sensation with no discernable talents, abilities, or career. Lesser people may mock your ascent into celebrity. They may natter and cluck about how you have it easy and endlessly question, "Seriously...but

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So I got a part-time job filling in as a temporary writer at a county-run public service-type place. It's totally "Office Space," too. Cubicle farm, flourescent light flickering that sickly yellow color, everything beige, posters with a lovely picture of the ocean and the word "Strength" at the bottom, that sort of thing. Oh, and the general feeling of oppressive malaise and regret. So

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Ok, so I hate to rehash something that I already wrote about, but I just got back from the grocery store, and I paid extra-special attention in the butter aisle. Here are two of the greatest product names I believe I have ever seen: "Could It Be Butter?" "Butter, It Is Not" Obviously, I got the "Butter, It Is Not," because whenever I go for artificial vegetable spread, I like to think that

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Not to sound too much like an Anglophile, but I am so thankful that I was raised to speak English. Not that there's anything wrong with other languages (extra points go to any dialect that includes clicking and popping sounds), but it's just that the English language doesn't make any sense, and I can't imagine trying to learn it from scratch as an adult. My Junior High English teacher used to

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Sleep is a grand, glorious thing. I love sleep. Unfortunately, sleep doesn't love me back. It takes my love and, much like a killer whale tossing a seal around before consuming it, toys with it relentlessly. It usually takes me an hour to an hour-and-a-half to fall asleep, and even after that I wake up just about every hour. To make matters worse, when I actually do start falling asleep I

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There's a sudden and somewhat surprising moment when you realize that you're not so much "getting old" as you are just "old." And it's not necessarily an age thing, either. Heck, I'm not even 30 and I'm about four steps away from being that "Hey -- you kids! Get off my lawn!!" guy. Although I'd like to think that I'm still just as full of the same vim and vigor as "the kids" these days, I'm

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Have you noticed that there seems to be a clinical "rage" affiliated with just about every facet of our lives? "Road Rage" is the granddaddy of them all, but now we have things like "Air Rage," "Cell Rage," and "Office Rage." Rage is, well, all the rage. At first this trend sort of upset me. (Yes, I see the irony in that.) But then I started thinking: Can we blame people for being mad all

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Because I care, here is some direction from the stars that should help you out this upcoming week. Aries: (March 21--April 19) The stars are suspiciously quiet about the direction life will take you. Maybe it's because you constantly are bothering them. The stars have other things to do, you know. Taurus: (April 20 -- May 20) This month, you will find that your external impetus will be

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If you walk down the aisles of your local supermarket, you'll notice a wealth of interestingly named "substitution" products -- products that claim to be "just like" certain types of food, but are made with unusual and/or healthier ingredients. In fact, food companies are so convinced you won't be able to tell a difference between the "real deal" and their substitute product, they fashion the

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Being pregnant is many things. Anticipation. Anxiety. Excitement. And with pregnancy comes a host of exhilarating and exhausting questions. What will the child be like? Who will he look like? What will she be when she grows up? If children are our greatest natural resources, can I somehow harness that power to fuel my hybrid car? Is it wrong to put NyQuil in their bottles to get them to sleep

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Regardless of what your political persuasion is, I think most of us can agree that both these National Conventions are pretty useless. Nothing more than a week long political stroke-fest, the Conventions are a chance for each party to preach to their own choirs, make embarrassing speeches (Kerry: "I'm reporting for duty!!" Schwarzenegger: "Economic Girly-men"!!), and wear some of the stupidest

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Quite often our popular culture purges out its own drivel quickly enough for it not to be too much of a bother. Complain as we might about the "here today, gone tomorrow" machinations of societal fads, in the end we should all be thankful for it. This necessary weeding out of the undeservedly popular, ill thought-out, or just plain irritating trends saves us all the pain of having to wear

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Let me start this off by saying that Portland has fantastic public transportation. It's clean, it's efficient, and normal people ride it. But whenever you open something to the public, "those people" always tend to show up. Who are "those people"? Read on, and I'll help you identify some of the types of people you'll find riding along with you on your next bus trip. 1) Headphones Guy -

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There's been an interesting culture shift in the past couple years regarding baby showers. In the "old days," it used to be that showers were the domain of the female friends of the mother-to-be, giving the husbands and boyfriends a free afternoon to loaf around in their underpants and eat Manwich straight out of a saucepan. I call these the "glory days." But suddenly -- and inexplicably --

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I don't know why I'm doing this. Even I barely care about what I think, so why am I posting it on a blog? The answer is, I suppose, either "because I'm bored," or "because everyone else is doing it." I have no idea what this blog will be about. I'm guessing it'll be random musings of little interest to most people. At this point, no one even knows I'm doing this, so I'm basically just

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