Random Thoughts

Last weekend I was at a dental continuing education class in Las Vegas.  After hearing question after question from the attendees posed to the lecturer, I concluded this: people never ask questions because they want the speaker to fill in knowledge gaps.  They ask questions to show everyone else how smart they are.

The Forum Shops at Caesars Palace is the largest, nicest mall that people never buy anything from.  There were thousands of people walking through the mall when I was there and none of them was carrying a bag.  And not one window had a sign that said "Sale" or "X% off"

Driving from my house up toward Flagstaff, I pass Pinnacle Peak Rd. and Table Mesa Rd.  I don't know if there is a Repetitive Redundancy Rd. or a Road Street, but it would not surprise me.

I am not African-American, but if I were I might be offended that they chose the shortest month of the calendar for Black History Month.

Is there a faster, more effective way to push someone from agitation to full blown anger than by telling him to "calm down"?  I don't think so.  It's like some sort of magic word.

I don't understand why TV news shows devote so much time telling us about today's weather.  It's the one part of the day that we all can figure out for ourselves by looking out our own windows.  They need to cut the weather portion down to about 30 seconds by just telling us the 5 day forecast, and use the rest of the time talking about sports.

When I was a kid my mother had me convinced that no matter what bad thing I did, she would find out about it and I would be punished.  Now that I have kids of my own I realize that she was bluffing the whole time and there is no possible way she could have found out.  I am kinda mad about it because I passed up a lot of fun out of fear of my mother's discipline.

I don't care how smart you are or whether you are explaining the mysteries of particle physics or string theory, if you have a thick New York accent there is no way for you to sound intelligent.

One thing I have discovered by being married: women have "stuff" while men have "junk."  As in "Move your junk out of the closet so I have more room more my stuff."  It's not a perfect system, but it seems to work out OK.

Whenever I go to continuing education courses, I always meet up with some dentist that I know and the conversation inevitably turns to some highly-involved case that he recently did.  Listening to dentists discuss their cases is like listening to golfers talk about their game or about fishermen telling tales of the one that got away.  Boooooring.

Baked ziti is nature's perfect food.  It has all the food groups represented: pasta, cheese, and spaghetti sauce.  Meat, too, if you use the right sauce.  I don't know if Adam and Eve had baked ziti in the Garden of Eden, but they should have.

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