Get Off My Lawn

Remember when TV worked so easily and simply? Shows ended and began conveniently on either the top or the bottom of the hour.

The only complicating factor was the occasional sports game that ran a little longer, perhaps cutting into the 10 o'clock news or reruns of The Simpsons.

Now, it's a regular occurrence. Networks seem more and more to be ending shows at 8:31 or 9:02, or some other stupidly annoying similar time.

How am I supposed to watch the first two minutes of Law and Order SVU (perhaps the most crucial), while finding out who got booted from Dancing with the Stars (It's a sexy show, so shudd up) all while ensuring that the DVR properly catches Deadliest Catch (Why is each show more addicting than the last, even though they admittedly show the same thing)?

As has already been largely reported Debbie Halvorson was taken off as chairman of the state senate's rules committee.

The Crete Democrat, who is the state senate majority leader, is running against Martin Ozinga III for the 11th Congressional District seat. Obviosly, Ozinga's campaign is making lemonade with the news, arguing that for years Halvorson has followed the lead of Gov. Rod Blagojevich and Senate President Emil Jones. This removal is evidence that those relationships are hurting the campaign, according to Ozinga's folks.

Joliet fire department divers founds a car at the bottom of the river. Read the story here.

More importantly is what was inside the trunk: "a two-liter bottle of Squirt, a bottle of motor oil and a stack of white cardboard with a picture of a shish-kabob, which police officer Michelle Martorelli identified as a cookbook."

Assuming the Squirt was unopened, would you drink it? With enough smack-talking, I would try a sip of the tasty lymon beverage.

A former colleague and dear friend once joked that I was a “twenty-something stuck in the body of a 63-year-old man.” My friend even once got me a birthday card, showing a stodgy old man with an inscription along the lines of: another year closer to shaking your fist and yelling ‘Hey you damn kids, get off my lawn!’

That’s pretty much what this blog is about and why it’s named the way it is.

People who design bank drive-throughs are a far smarter lot than those who design the fast food counterparts. It's gotta be true, based on the following:

Twice today I found myself at a drive through waiting for food (I like to think it's because it was raining and I didn't want to get wet, but let's face it -- I was just lazy.) That's where I realized the designers of the buildings are morons.

Ever notice those cute little awnings that fast food restaurants have over their drive-up windows? Ever notice they stick out just enough to be immediately above your driver's side window?