Saturday, December 11, 2010


I just realized I haven't logged into this thing in a while. I'm gonna see if I can make myself actually use this thing. It feels so weird being back. Kinda like when you step out of a 3 hour movie and your eyes have to adjust to the light, and then you think "wow, stepping out of this movie feels like finally being set free from being someone's hostage in a dark lonely room."

that's right, I just did an analogy within an analogy. There's my Inception-y mind-blower for the night.

Saturday, January 2, 2010


Dear 2010,

I must say, I'm a little disappointed. As a kid, 2010 seemed so magical. Just saying "twenty ten" makes me feel futuristic, and yet, here I am, in the present... bored. I'm not shooting lasers at anyone and I'm not using any jedi mind tricks. When I hit 88mph in my car, I'm not brought back to the future, and when I want something cleaned up, I have to do it myself.... manually... I can't just press a button and out pops a robot with a broom and dustpan. Pretty much the only thing futuristic about you is that my phone has a touchscreen. Can we step it up a bit? Maybe at least adopt an earth-wide uniform that's tight and silver, and issue out dark sunglasses... at least something to give the childhood dreams inside of me something to work with.

Friday, January 1, 2010


I can't help but think lately about how proud I am of meatballs for all their accomplishments. I'm pretty sure there was probably a time in history when the meatball didn't exist outside of spaghetti. I mean, seriously, it's just a balled up piece of ground beef. It doesn't sound all that tempting, right? I mean, it's like going to McDonald's and getting a bunless, cheeseless, ketchupless, mustardless, onionless, pickleless, wrapless cheeseburger... and then asking the person behind the counter if they'd mash it together for you... doesn't sound so tempting, does it? But regardless, the meatball managed to roll itself out of the pasta and evolve into it's own thing. And now everyone's all about the meatball. Weddings, funerals, parties, holidays... they're all throwing meatballs in a pot by themselves and serving them out... and you know what? We people are lovin' em. We can't get enough. We're devouring them up faster than we are the spaghetti in the next pot over. And so, meatballs, I commend you for what you have accomplished.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Bank Robber

I think if I were ever going to rob a bank, I'd just have them deposit all the money into my account. That way I wouldn't have to carry all those loads to my car. And if I didn't already have an account, I'd start one while I was there. Maybe they'd be so grateful they wouldn't bother to call the cops. After all, I am depositing a lot of money. And who knows, I may even get a free gift. A duffle bag would be nice in case I wanted to take a little bit of money with me.

Friday, May 8, 2009


I was just thinking. That "I say potato, you say potato" song doesn't really have quite the same effect when it's just written down.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Best Stop... Number Two

Best Stop... Number Two
Originally uploaded by JoshWax
So, I stopped to get gas today, and I'm still not certain if I picked the best place to stop. I kind of get the impression it may have only been the second best. Not really sure how that works.

Saturday, October 4, 2008


I was behind a van earlier, and on the rear window it had "ACROPHOBIA" in big letters. Under that, in smaller letters, it said "fear of heights." Is there a new trend that I'm unaware of where people put vocabulary terms and definitions on their vehicles?

It's about time, because I've been waiting for the right time to put "volte-face: a reversal, as in policy or opinion" on my tribute.