Today’s theme: Pizza
Today’s post: “Guilty of repeating myself over & over …”
• Video of the Week: I love this one of a West Virginia woman who starts out her comment with a slam, but then turns it into an understated compliment, which is then ratified by the audience (click here).
Speaking engagement praise of the week …
“And Chris Rodell really wowed them at the GHS National Convention in Monroeville this week. Great hearing his homespun stories about Arnold Palmer. Encourage everyone to get their holiday gift books now — and schedule Chris for your next gathering.” — John R.
• Zeitgust Word of the Week (a word I made up with the goal of getting it into an actual dictionary) …
Motorvator: A highly skilled mechanic capable of encouraging any poorly performing engine to get out there and get really running so it can be the best engine it can possibly be.
Pizza
• I’m not saying I'm a slob but just to be safe I always make sure to wear a shirt that matches my dinner. Today my shirt is pizza colored!
• My soul aches for those who live under tyranny, but I feel even worse for those who reside in places so remote they can't get decent pizza.
• Call me a snob, but I do not believe the word "frozen" should ever be used to describe pizza.
• I believe our homeless problems will one day be vanquished when America becomes more ingenious about what to do with discarded pizza boxes.
• NASA probes continue to scan the cosmos for evidence of planets with life-sustaining water. Life-sustaining? Listen, I'm not going anywhere until they find a planet with life-sustaining pizza.
• You can say obnoxious things about politics, criticize my character. But it won't be over 'til you offer me a pizza with pineapple on it.
• I’m not saying I'm a slob but just to be safe I always make sure to wear a shirt that matches my dinner. Today my shirt is pizza colored!
Related blog post ..
Thoughts on circular pizza & horny Hut waitresses,” (Sept. ’13)
Unrelated
Fall …
• The calendar year is getting old when the leaves begin to fall, but that doesn’t mean you have to. Every year, rake the leaves into a big pile in the backyard and dive in like an Olympic gold medalist. The soul-refreshing fun will stiffen your spine for any bitter winter.
• I’m one of those guys who loves the sound of leaves blowing along the ground, but hates the sound of leaf blowers.
• I’m going to spend the weekend developing a fruity superhero who shoots apple juice out his wrists. Yes, watch out! It's CiderMan!