April 15, 2015
Drove the Kia Optima the last couple days and what a great ride! There's a lot of little things that bug me about cars. For example, if the gas intake is on the passenger's side. Why? Or if it's difficult to find the button to open the gas cap. Again. Wtf? (Apparently much of my frustration involves the gas situation. Lol.)
Anyway, here's a list of other things I really enjoyed about this car:
1. Color. Listed as red but it was like a burgundy. I like any car color that makes me think of Ron Burgundy.
2. The ride. Smooth. I was a little tired during one longer stretch down the highway and I almost fell asleep at the wheel. That's how you know the ride is smooth. I would even go as far to say it beats the Camry in that category and that's saying something.
3. Easily accessible USB ports. This is another thing that annoys me about other vehicles I've driven. They put the USB ports in weird places that are difficult to see or reach. Why? The Optima's ports are right there in front of you and easy to find like they should be.
4. The word "auto" on the lights section of the turn signal. There are actually two things I like about this. The fact that control of the lights is on the turn signal where they should be and that it's easy to identify the setting where you can set it and leave it.
The Optima is up there on my list when I finally decide to be a car owner again. The only thing I would change about it would be to upgrade to leather seats.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Have a great day!
(Nick Druga doesn't currently own a car so please keep this in mind when assessing the viewpoints above. He does, however, know how to drive but can no longer do so without the use of glasses. He has also driven a number of different vehicles in the past with varying levels of enjoyment.)
She would also like for him to provide her with loyalty, love and support, take care of her emotional and physical needs, and make her laugh. If he cooked a nice dinner now and again that would be pretty sweet too. Just someone to come home to after hard days at work whom she can count on would be so wonderful.
February 19, 2015
To whom it may concern:
Okay, first of all, are you kidding me? There's someone in the world that doesn't know the difference between an egg and a horse? No offense, but these two things are very different! Are they human? If they ARE human, they must be a day old or something.
Even though I'm not sure why somebody needs to know this information, I guess I'll explain the difference anyway because I enjoy doing things that don't make too much sense.
If I were whoever this is, I would be careful to whom I tell I don’t know the difference between an egg and a horse. Because most people will think they're crazy and/or have completely lost their marbles.
That said, off we go.
Let’s start with the basics of what each thing is.
Webster’s dictionary defines an egg as “the hard-shelled reproductive body produced by a bird and especially by the common domestic chicken.” They’re usually white and very small, kinda oval-shaped. Eggs are NOTHING like a horse. Here is a picture of a common egg:
A horse is defined as “A large hoofed mammal (Equus caballus) having a short-haired coat, a long mane, and a long tail, domesticated since ancient times and used for riding and for drawing or carrying loads.”
Is the person in question starting to get the picture now about how much different these two things are? It’s like night and day. I’m still a little worried about this person if they don’t know the difference between these two things, but I’ll just continue. Here is a picture of a horse:
Now can whoever tell the difference? To give you some perspective the EAR on the horse in this picture is probably bigger than that egg in the picture above. If you wanted to, you could probably ride this horse somewhere, but if you tried to ride that egg anywhere, not only would you not get far, you’d most certainly smush it and stain your pants. An egg fits in the palm of your hand and the tiniest horse wouldn't even fit in TWO hands on day one.
(as a semi-related side note, horse size is generally measured in "hands". However, if the person in question is unclear about the differences between eggs and horses they're certainly not going to grasp this so we'll just move on. Also, eggs have a complex system of measurement we won't get into either other than to say that there are small eggs and there are big eggs but for whatever reason the people in charge of eggs have decided to have 10 different size categories, none of which are very clear to the average consumer.)
So there you go.
I hope whoever needed to know this is clear now about the difference between an egg and a horse.
If you or your moronic friend would like an explanation of another two things in the future, please don't hesitate to leave a comment below or email me and I'll do my best to provide another detailed explanation. Also you could Google it, but what fun is that?
Have a great day!
Certified in the art of explaining the difference between two things.
This is my second attempt at Siri writing a blog for me but the problem is that you have to talk really fast otherwise he stops and I don't know how much breath I have but I don't that I don't have enough breath to just keep on talking and talking at the buzzer going to Diablock like that's
I had Siri write this post blog for me I guess we'll see how it comes out you would think that it's going to come out pretty bad because you think series actually going to be able to
Interested to see if Posthaven attempts to convert this Word doc which was originally a Pages doc. The Pages app for iOS 8 is pretty schnazzy.
February 15, 2015
More than one person, including Misty herself asked me how I came to become friends with Misty Romano yesterday so I thought I'd take a moment to explain. In the form of a novel.
Chapter 1: The Meeting.
Many years ago I realized that Twitter was a place where I could make some real connections with people. During that time I followed many local people of interest and one of those people was Misty Romano (also known as Misty Beautiful and Misty Sunshine). But of all the people I followed Misty was different in my eyes for two reasons. 1, she was pretty much THE most gorgeous woman I'd ever laid eyes on and 2, she was so real. I felt like I could relate with her every tweet.
As is the case with MANY men, I developed a crush on her. It's commonly known as "the Misty spell". It's powerful. So I was more than a little smitten before we ever even met.
The day we finally DID meet was interesting. She was at an event in Dallas. It wasn't far from me and it was interesting so I thought I'd go check it out. I was apprehensive about meeting this "girl of your dreams" in person but I thought "oh get over it. 1, she's got a bodybuilder for a boyfriend she's head over heals in love with and obviously gaga over; 2, she's just a normal girl that you kinda know anyway because you tweet back and forth a lot; and 3, you could be her father."
So I ditched my fears and said to myself "let's just go see what she's like in person." When I got there and saw her for the first time I was kinda awestruck. But the funny thing was she thought nothing of it at all and just started talking to me like we'd known each other forever. I said "I'm Nick from Twitter." She said "I know who you are" and kinda rolled her eyes. Then a little later she talked to me about some problems she was having with another model friend of hers and asking what I thought about it. I told her what I thought and then she told me to tweet her boyfriend at the time to let him know she'd have dinner ready later or something along those lines. Lol. I was happy to help her out. I still have a picture we took together that day after which she exclaimed "Awww, we look so good together!" That made me feel special and if you know anything about Misty that's how she makes EVERYONE feel that ever gets the pleasure of meeting her or being around her for any amount of time.
I came away from that day not thinking anything other than she was everything I'd ever hoped she'd be and more in person but also thinking that there's no way in hell we'd ever have anything greater than an acquaintance because of all the circumstances that were in the way. In retrospect that was a wrong way to think and we actually could have started our friendship way back then. The only reason we didn't is because I let my own thoughts stand in the way.
Sometimes things we really want in life don't happen for no other reason than we convince ourselves that they can't.
In this dream I was eating paper and walking thru New York City not really paying attention when I accidentally walked into an outdoor play that was going on.
When I realized I was in a play I tried to gracefully get out but I couldn't.
The narrator adlibbed me as a character in the play trying to escape. I really was trying to escape but now I was more also taking his direction on how.
Then all of a sudden the paper I was eating turned into a flower and the narrator started saying this was the "sacred flower" the deliverer was to bring so I just went with it and moved toward the center of the outdoor stage holding the sacred flower to the heavens while all the other actors gathered around in awe.
I went from being a dude wandering thru the park eating paper to the main character in a New York street production.
I remember thinking that my wardrobe was completely incorrect for this but the audience was still buying it so I guess it was fine.
Sometimes dreams are fun.