My Day Is Almost Over

This is the 50th or 60th installment of "How Hoss Spends His Day." Much of which is spent visiting almost 9 dozen b**ggers.

12:32 p.m. -- Five guys I haven't told you about yet. One is GENUINE Jim Turner, in Colorado, who has a whole passel of kids 6 years old and younger, including the new-born Colton(left). Jim has near-unrivaled powers of observation, and he shares them with us. And he occasionally hosts what is known as "The Genuine Bash," where folks talk with each other via Yahoo. The observational powers thing might also be applied to Canadian Paul Sveda, but in a different way. Paul is one of the best photogs you'll find on the Internet. One of his pictures is my desktop.

12:37 p.m. -- While I am out of the country I land in Australia, where I find my buddy OzGuru, a geek's geek with some cute "Fortunes of the Day" and who keeps me posted on his beloved Sydney Swans in an Australian football league who, in a major upset, just WON the Big League championship! Then there is Daniel Freedman, another Briton, whose computer skills keep him employed and who is keeping me posted on his battle with weight. He is over 16 stones!*

12:41 p.m. -- Just before lunch arrives, I go see Robert Seifert, who is recently married and who has changed his movie: He is back in school studying music, which he says he should have done a long time ago.

12:43 p.m. -- There are a few more that I am trying to figure out, including this one black guy. I will save those for another day. There is, though, one more person you should visit, Amanda Matilda, a working mother of two who says, "I might as well be married to a potted plant." Do Amanda, and Ol' Hoss, a favor and go give her a hug.

12:45 p.m. -- Lunch arrives. Luckily, so does daughter. Off to Dairy Queen.

1:30-2:30 p.m. -- Power nap. Dream that Oregon governor I worked for wants a speech on Arbor Day. Try to think up a theme. "Have you hugged your trees today?"

2:30 p.m. -- Check my site for comments. Five, so far: 1. "Like you say, pretty lame, Hoss." 2. "Somebody told me this was funny. When?" 3. "'Next B**g' can't be worse than this." 4. "None of your links work." 5. "What's the phone number of that cute babe in your last post?"

(Hoo boy, I love me some comments.)

2:35 p.m. -- I need a topic for tomorrow's post. How about this?

From my newspaper: "A mall-based retailer, Hot Topic, says its best-selling T-shirt is one boasting about Oregon: "Come for the fishing. Stay for the strip clubs." Nah.

From my former son-in-law: "Some people are like Slinkies. They're not real good for anything. But they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs." Hmmm. Has potential.

Zoot's Mom: "Be weird whenever you have the chance." YES!

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My favorite word today is eyesore. N., I know it when I see it. Def.: Three tons of strangely shaped bronze in the city park that a committee assured the City Council is "avant garde."

(*14 pounds to the stone, for the trigonometry challenged.)