First thing’s first. No one is
paying me to post this. [Note: if you want to, though, the PayPal
link is on the left] Now that we got THAT out of the way, let’s get down to it. September 2014, my iPod Nano finally succumbed to too many
drops and started to bust open at the top.
I had gotten it second hand and I was not about to lay out the cash for
any Apple product at the time.
I went with the Sony NWZ-E380 Walkman and it served me masterfully for
years. Gym duty, outdoor workouts,
sitting on the couch reading/writing, yard work and most importantly, DAILY
droning out of office chatter. “Well why don’t you use your phone for all that, Phlip?” Thanks for asking, I USED to use my phones for all of that, but I
found myself in possession of charger-dependent phones due to the constant need
of charge due to 8-hours-a-day constant usage.
Anyway. Syncing the Sony last week
brought me to the realization that it has met its demise.
I sent it on to glory (did you sing that line?
I did!) and ju…
With the success of last week's QOTD, I decided that I would probably make a point of dropping one of those on Facebook, email and yaddayaddayadda about every time I can think of one. Today's comes in the wake of Tiger Woods' epic bitch move in apologizing in the face of not having actually broken any laws. [Phlip note - more on that in a later post]
The question presented was
"in the wake of all this tiger talk... would you rather your significant other cheat on you or just leave?"
Of course, as with anything, when I am soliciting the opinions of others on these things, I asked people to be as specific as possible when answering. As usual, I emailed the question to some people who might not have access to my Facebook as well to get a full and well-rounded group of answers. Diversity, if you will.
My first respondent this time was the homie Tony Grands via email, with: "I'd rather she leave. I'm selfish, & don't generally play well with others. E…
Angel on my left
shoulder, telling me “Phlip, don’t get on that plane.”
Devil on my right shoulder, telling
me “Phlip, get that money and get the fuck out.”
Internal tug-of-war, provide for my family in a manner that
I had to learn to contribute to as a child, in a manner that I might have never
imagined so easily attainable or stay here in the United States and drive this
bag around and watch these companies shovel out all of the magical coal they
might so need. Pick your poison,
Phillip. Slow burn and hard work or hit
this international lick and be straight one at a time.
Why am I even
second-guessing myself? I KNEW I shouldn’t
be on this fucking plane. As
opportunistic as I have been about trapping this cash over the past six months –
I am at a million and a half now with my under-the-table museum contracts – I am
still quite liberal as far as environmental issues go. At least those in my own back yard, I feel
something when I see my family and friends of my fa…