WHAT DO I KNOW: THE SEQUEL!

What do I know?

Not much.

I know I've written about this before.

I know you can read it by clicking these very words right here.

I know that you just can't make some people happy.

I know that people don't seem to give a crap when they drive through a parking lot. Maybe I'm getting old. Okay, I know I'm getting old, but that's not the point. The point is that people don't seem to give a crap when they drive through a parking lot. They aren't looking left and right, they speed through the spaces to race through the lot diagonally instead of using the clearly marked driving lanes, they back out of spaces like a bullet from a gun without looking behind or to both sides. Parking lots can be a scary place. Why, just last year I had to grab my daughter by the arm and yank her backwards off her feet so the car she was walking behind wouldn't hit her as they casually backed out of their space without looking. Seriously, they would have hit her. She would have gone to the hospital. She may have actually died. All because someone didn't turn and look before backing out of a space in a lot filled with cars and pedestrians.

I know that I'm still angry.


I know that they are thirsty in Atlanta and that there is beer in Texarkana.

I know that it's not easy to come up with something for the blog each week. Sometimes you just have to throw together a great big bunch of useless junk and hope your readers enjoy it.

I know that I often enjoy writing a big bunch of useless junk.

I know that I missed the Emmys last night.

I also know that I'm okay with that.

I know that next month is the anniversary of the death of Graham Chapman, one of the six members of Monty Python's Flying Circus. He died on October 5, 1989 and the world is a darker place without him in it.

I know that next month is also the birthday of Monty Python's Flying Circus. The first episode aired on October 6, 1969. Back when I was single, for a few years there, I would take October the 5th and October the 6th off of work and do nothing for those two days but watch Monty Python. I did so to honor the life of Graham Chapman, and to celebrate what he, and the rest of Monty Python, have given to me and the world. If I was home I was watching the television show or one of the movies. If I had to leave the house, I'd be listening to one of the albums in the car. Currently I have no plans to continue the tradition. I'm working the second job on both of those nights, but maybe I'll be able to spend some time both days to get in a little viewing.


I know that I work too much.

I know that my hours are going to be reduced soon and that while I'll be glad for the break, the pocket book is going to weep.

I know that I'm coming to the end of my pocket journal, the journal I carry around with me to jot down notes and ideas. There are a handful of pages left and I just want it to be over already so that I can crack into a new one.

I know that regardless what mood the kids may be in, the dog is always happy to see me when I come home.

I know that nothing will get someone out of their chair like the chance to go to the window to see it rain. Or snow.

I know that if I'm not in any particular hurry, everyone around me drives like a maniac.

I know that I drive five miles per hour over the speed limit if I'm in a hurry or not. Just not in residential areas. I drive the speed limit in residential areas, if not slower.

I know that if I'm in a hurry, I'll get stuck behind the car doing ten miles per hour under the speed limit.

I know that Logan was a really good movie.

I know that if you are at work, and you go out to your car to eat your lunch, and that while you are eating your lunch you drop a bit of tuna fish onto the front of your work shirt without realizing it, that you will smell nothing but tuna for twenty minutes before you finally look down and see the tiny, dark stain on your shirt. You will feel embarrassed, but happy that the stain wasn't all that noticeable, and grateful that you have a backup shirt in your locker that you can quickly change into.

I know that if you take a shirt on which you have dropped a bit of tuna and put it into your locker, then by the end of your shift your locker will smell like tuna.


I know that most people on Twitter seem to be pretty pissed off most of the time.

I know that I love my wife. I said it in the last one as well, but I can never say it enough.

I know that it isn't even October, yet there is Christmas stuff up in stores. Did it start this early last year? I don't recall.

I know it's National Cheeseburger Day and I brought soup for lunch.

I know that I almost titled this post: What Do I Know Part 2: The Electric Boogaloo, but that joke is well and truly played.

I know that I can't think of anything else. I'm torn between just leaving off here and posting what I have, or keeping it open until I think of something else. I'm afraid that if I post now I'll think of something great that I should have added. I'm also afraid that if I don't post now, I won't think of anything at all.

I know that I'm going to post it.

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