Somebody In This Office Is Really Sad That Kid Rock And Pamela Anderson Divorced. Seriously - He's Like, Totally Bummed Out...

But I won't point to the guy whose name starts with an "S" out.

Been too busy to be a consistent dork on this blog. We've got a lot happening at Kushcash, though - cool stuff not just for us - cool stuff for you, for the world, for Hulk Hogan and for Britney and Paris, especially.

Constantly Unclever...

I just wrote a post about brain organization in Humpback Whales but got sidetracked trying to cleverly work in an obscure "Lambert The Sheepish Lion" reference. I ended up erasing everything because it's one thing to write about stuff that nobody else will get but you - but when you don't even get what you're trying to say - give it up, self.

Dude...

Standing in front of the sink in a public restroom with soap-lathered hands, waiting for the water to turn on and then realizing that the faucet's not automatic.

Seriously - how many times have I done this?

Hulk Smash...

We throw Nerf footballs around here a lot.

Fast.

I hunch down in my seat sometimes with a magazine on top of my head.

Piano Concerto No. 23 in A Minor, K. 488: II. Adagio 5:56 Alberto Lizzio, Mozart Festival Orchestra & Svetlana Stanceva

I'm at that point where I've been warming up to do some big projects -but in the course of it, have gotten so distracted that my focus is all shot to poop.

First three people that comment here or that sign-up for KushCash or leave a comment on our MySpace - get a t-shirt. Yesh, you do.

I can wait...

I mean, I just started this - I've got time.

And I'm young and sexy.

Or young, at least.

UPDATE - t-shirts claimed, thanks. Kush

Tasha Is A Black Belt...But Who Cares About That?

She really loved her KushCash t-shirt and hat.

See how happy she is?

Hmmm...might've been the booze, though.

This Post Is Not About Lunch...

Sometimes I think so much and write so much that by the time I get home I get all Boo Radley mixed with Jack Nicholson's character in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest after the frontal lobotomy. I'm depleted, spent and smoking like a fired shotgun shell. I shuffle slowly around the house and bump into walls. Children and pets scurry away, plants wilt in my presence and flies drop dead, mid-flight. I blame all of this on writing and my over-taxed brain.

Sounds like a good excuse, at least.

Wheat Bread With Oatmeal In It...

I know it's horrible - but, even with all of the starving people in the world - I still can't finish the sandwich that my girlfriend made me for lunch. Healthy = it tastes like what a preschool art project would taste like. Oh, what's a preschool art project taste like, you ask? Blahggghhrrrmppphh! That's what.

The Incredible Mr. Limpet...

There were about five different things that I was going to write about but I ended up getting so distracted that I forgot them all. I lost a friggin' HUGE document that I was working on, but "J" and "S" helped me find it again. And yes, I DID have my auto-save set - but I was un-installing a bunch of dumb, Yahoo crap and then my computer automatically restarted and I lost what I'd been working on for the last couple of hours. Anyway...that was an amazingly boring and typical story, wasn't it? That really sucked.

I've walked out of the grocery store without my groceries a couple of times. I ask people the same questions repeatedly because I have a horrible memory and I'm rude. I once was at my front door and panicked because I couldn't find my house keys. I patted my pockets in horror, trying to think back to when I last had them. Dude. In my running car. I'm serious. My car was still running. I've waited tables and would sometimes catch myself thinking too far ahead to try to get everything on task. So, this would mean that I'd sometimes catch myself in the walk-in freezer with a customer's hot food or walk past a table and end up with their drinks in the kitchen. Yes, I know. I suck.

But, I know an amazing amount of information about comic books. Yeah.

It Smells Like Something's Burning In Here. Seriously.

This is a written by ME. I work at KushCash and will be blogging about things here and there but mostly I'll just be making fun of things...not about the company or the people that work here because we're perfect and have nothing anybody could make fun of. Seriously, we look like movie stars and smell really nice. Also, ask me questions about KushCash. Anything. Rant, rave, tell me you love me. I'll be posting regularly and will always get back to you. Always. After lunch.

Hmmm....

So, I wrote that post below to put on our MySpace site and then realized that we don't have a link to our MySpace blog on our profile. Did that make sense? So, anyway - I just copied what I wrote on that and put it here.