Random Musings, Bruisings & Aloe-scented Soothings #3

Remember, you can’t spell “esoteric” without “t-o-e.”

A once Christmas-only phenomenon is now unfortunately, a year around thing. Yet, it’s so simple that you don’t have a degree in physics or even be a high school graduate to grasp this: You cannot have the parking place or enter the crowded subway car until the person occupying that particular space, leaves.

You can’t spell “esoteric” without “Eric” either. I swear, the bastard is up in everything.

Just before Dashiell Hammett’s writing career really took off, he had a job writing ad copy for Albert S. Samuels Jewelers, a San Francisco jewelry company that was still going strong into the eighties. A jewelry company in the eastern part of the San Francisco Bay or “East Bay” as we call it here, used to have the slogan: “Your friend in the diamond business, the (insert owner’s name) Company.”

I looked the company up on the web and they have stores in twelve states all together. So...someone talked the owner into changing the slogan for the radio ads and whoever this person is, I guarantee that they will not become the next Dashiell Hammett.
(insert same owner’s name). He’s dull, but he’s brilliant!”

I was tempted all of five seconds to go the "Half-naked Thursday" route to increase the blog's readership, but I imagine pictures of me would scare away a million times more readers than they would attract. Still, my calves? Toned...developed...you'd swear that they have implants. But calves are not the milkshake that brings all the ladies to the yard.