Hey- what time is it?

Have you ever wondered why things suck the time right out of you? How is it possible to walk around the library for 2 hours, up and down aisles and then leave with only one book?

I guess I am leaving out a few details, like the fact that it was a rainy Friday and there aren't that many places to go in Santa Barbara when its raining. Another detail is that I was actually, sort of killing time.

I guess my biggest feelings of guilt come from me wanting to fast forward all the time. I don't do it that often with videos, even lame ones, I let them play out. In life, I can't fast forward, but I think I would if I could, even if it did make me age rapidly. Who am I kidding? If I could use a fast forward button right now, without any hope of rewinding, I'd still fast forward to the end. This is far from a suicide note, but, I want to see the end, like a present I can't wait to unwrap, I love the moments, but I love the results more.

Don't get me wrong, I love the journey, there are far to many moments that I have to hold back tears because of the wonder and beauty of it all.

There are also all those times when I get somewhere, see what I wanted to see, and can't wait to move on.

I think that is why I don't like camping, because I actually love camping. I like getting out into nature and tromping around looking at fresh stuff. I like figuring out where to pitch my tent. I like the fear of bear attacks. I like roasting anything on fires. I like fire. I love fire. I like putting anything in fire... back to camping. I like rugged clothing and modern approaches to old camping gear. I like bug spray.

All those things I love, especially fire, but in the end, I get there, look around, realize all the stuff I'm going to do, hang out for a while, and then, the sun sets and I just want to leave. I don't care what I just did, or what I might do the next day, once the sun sets on a camping trip there is no where I'd rather be, than not camping. I hate camping because of the guilt I feel about wanting to not be in such a great space.

So other details of how I wasted time in the library include stuff like, being in the kids section the whole time with my daughters and chasing them around trying to keep them contained, occupied and happy. Try finding places to hang out on a rainy day in Santa Barbara with two wee lasses attached. Anything that can make their little faces happy, contained and occupied brings tears of joy to my eyes. The book I left with was a Dr. Seuss one. Still, with all of that joy and occupation, I think I'd fast forward to see the end and contemplate the journey.

Toothless Parfume

As I was headed to work today I hugged the right side of the sidewalk. It wasn't the first time I've had to walk straight towards a disheveled person that mumbles and swerves. Today it was a toothless woman. The shocker was that when she passed by, I thought I smelled perfume.

...cry later

top actors of the 2000s

I think its time to look at the turn of the century and figure out what was going on. I was busy staring at a computer screen 90% of the time.

This is my conclusion concerning the top actors of 2000 (mostly tv cause I didn't go to enough movies. I did watch them at home, but I fell asleep before they ended so I can't tell if they were any good)



#10 Dennis Haysbert
Did you ever watch 24 in 200? It was pretty bad, but it had this guy as president. He was cool, but not as cool as Obama.



#9 Grace Park
When I found out they used women to play Starbuck and Boomer in Battlestar Galactica, I thought it was a gimmick. It actually was a great move cause the old Galactica really only looks good when compared to the 80's Buck Rogers.



#8 Danny Pudi
The funniest person on the show (Community)



#7 Brak
Brak needs to be on this list.



#6 Maya Rudolf
She was at the top of her game on SNL. She was on top of everybody's game. Plus her name is the name of the best 3D app ever.




#5 Rico Rodriguez
If you don't know who he is, you need to do your TV homework.



#4 Rashida Jones
Do more TV homework.



#3 Richard Ayoade
The IT Crowd makes me laugh. Moss is a like a bluetooth headset.





#2 Aziz Ansari
I meant to put him in instead of Rashida Jones, but she can stay.





#1 Brad Pitt
Why should my list be any different?

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I looked at my blog today and decided to change colors, add a banner image and blog.

Christmas today has been a tragicomedy.

Anna is super-duper-uper-schmooper sick (as Sammie would say).

I was cleaning Christmas' aquarium/home and I slit my wrist on cracked glass. Christmas is our new guinea pig. I realized Christmas had escaped from his temporary holding pen. I hadn't realized that I had cracked the glass wall of his aquarium/home. I thought it was plexiglass. I saw Christmas escaping and slid the aquarium to the ground as fast as I could. I felt my wrist getting sawed. I pulled the chunks of glass out of my wrist and set about chasing the guinea pig down, dripping blood along the way.

Christmas was named Christmas months ago by Sammie, she said it was short for Crispy.

Christmas replaced Chunk, who lived with us for two days before realizing that to be absent from the body is to be with the Lord.

On Chunk's last day, Sammie held and carried him like a pro. Our friend Brittney pointed out to Anna that Chunk had left his mortal coil (don't know if you can use 'mortal' for guinea pigs, probably not).

The next day it was off to the pet store to replace Chunk. We got Chunk because we were at the pet store replacing our fourth or sixth fish. Yeah, I blogged about Fishy Gavin. He was followed by Gretta and I can't remember what the other names were... but that's a different story.

Today, Christmas got a bloody run at freedom and a cleaned cage for Christmas.

Hey, I'm actually using this laptop on my lap and its heating up my pants something quick!

My favorite clothes are dying. I guess thats what happens when you wear something for a decade. Thats right, a DECADE.

I was sitting on the couch next to my brother-in-law who noticed my cords and said they were awesome. I told him that they had been alive for a DECADE. They don't have any holes, but the actual cords have been worn away in most spots.

They had a brother pair of cords that I recently converted to rags because of a rip in the knee. It was not a cool rip, I'm all for legit, cool, rips. This was not a landscape mode rip, it was portrait (think vertical). It did not open or close well as I walked from place to place. When I sat down, it looked like an eye that had been rotated 90°. My knee stuck out like a blind, dry, partially hairy eyeball.

Most clothes, even if I'd like them to, just don't last very long.

I walked into a store one day because I was cold and needed a sweater. I spent a long time justifying prices with styles and colors and fit. Then got up to the front counter with a sweater I wasn't too happy with and there it was. It was on sale, returned I think, no others like it in the whole store. Thin, it was thin and light, like a t-shirt, but not flow-ey like a gown. It was going to keep me warm and it was under $15.

I wore that sweater soo much and now it has a hole in it. I can't just put it on anymore, I have to judge my audience. Am I going to an event that is related to work? Am I going somewhere where I wore it before? I can't repeat wear it as much because its too recognizable.

I think that sweater is about six years old, not in the decade realm yet and I don't think its going to make it. One day soon, I'm going to have to grab the Red Rider, take it by the tattered sleeve around to the back alley and shoot it square in the neck hole.

I love the quick release power cord on this laptop! I just tripped over the wire for the tenth time without a problem at all.

I have some boots, that, if they were children, would be going to college now. They would have started looking at me funny about 14 years ago. I'd show up after work and they wouldn't run to me shouting "Daddy-Daddy!" Instead, they'd be in the closet listening to Joy Division and using black shoe polish. Then, I'd wake up in the morning to find out they were out all night and never returned. About 17 years ago they would have knocked-up some cheap pair of.... this isn't working.

I think my lap may spontaneously combust from the heat of this laptop.

Demmon- a blog to bring me up in the search ranks

This little Demmon likes to get up at the crack of dawn and help me blog.


In 2005 my dad blogged about me being Demmon #1 on his Google search. I think I pulled it off because he used a pen name 90% of the time.

Ah, the good old days of 2005. Now I am not in the first three pages of a demmon Google search ,this blog comes up on page five. This is pretty pathetic considering Google adjusts its results based on the person searching.

So here are some searching for myself results.

Bing (formerly MSN or Microsoft search or Bill Gates phone number):

As I typed my name, the picture in the Bing background changed. My mind registered fear before I even knew what had happened.
There is now a demmon.com and they are first. and... hey, classmates dot com came up first in a casson demmon search. They e-mail me everyday to tell me about old classmates that have written me messages to me through their service. I don't know who because I have to register and pay to read the 5 messages. I'll bet all five are welcome notices from the administrator.


Google:

This blog comes up first in a casson demmon search.
There is a website that has historical facts about some place in Michigan called Boston-Demmon. "Originally named Boston, the town name was later changed to Demmon in 1909, when the population reached 100." The site also has some totally annoying, flashing thing on the top of the page that says, "Dedicated Servers $75" I'll dedicate any server you want for only $5, but they have to be raised catholic (you pay shipping).

Who the heck is Hillary Demmon? She's outranking me, my family and any... wait, so are Amy, Haley, Sarah, Beth, Lyman, Matt and Dave Demmon? Did they not exist in 2005? Competition is picking up. I'm going to have to rethink my search engine optimization skills.
Actually, the first Demmon that I know of to pop up is my nephew Luther. Its his MySpace page. I can see that he was riding in the back of a car and someone took his picture in the rearview mirror.

Yahoo:

My blog is #1 under casson demmon, again. Where is cassondemmon.com? I guess it kind of sucks right now anyway...

So it seems pretty obvious that Googling yourself, or Yahooing or Binging, is a complete waste of time unless you want to get depressed by all of the relatives you never knew you had stealing your #1 spot. How did I end up on page five? Where were all these other Demmons when I was getting teased for being a demon in junior high? Back when I could have used a few popular Demmons?

Other great casson links:

1- Chris and Kenny are cool
2- I am not sure what this is?
3- who the heck is Miss Margaret Casson?
4- The greatest place to be
5- I illustrated a book
6- I always wanted to be this funny

*UPDATE

I have moved to page 3 on my latest "Demmon" Google search, page 12 with Yahoo, page 10 in Bing but only after you tell it you only want "demmon" and not "demon". Its like Bing is that junior high kid that used to call me Demon Attack. Wikipedia doesn't know I exist.