Blog ads, Crawdads, and New Fads...

So, what's the deal with Blog ads anyway?

Half the time the make no sense. They rarely serve to do more than piss the blogger and it's readers off, and I find it difficult to believe that they are effective means of relaying information.

In fact, I have even heard of blog ads that lead to sites that have viruses on them. Wonderful... now blogging is like sleeping with the hot hooker on the corner - you never know what you are going to get, but it's sure to make you red and itchy.

On to crawdads, or crayfish, or "baby lobsters" as my nephew likes to call them. They are a blast to catch, unlike blog viruses. (See, I DID tie them in...). This summer I spent time down at my family's fishing cottages right on the banks of the Susquehanna River. It's redneck living at it's finest. It's times like the cottage in the summer that remind me that you don't need a lot of money to be happy. Sometimes playing penny poker with some good family on a warm evening is all you really need.

...Not that my girlfriend saw it that way.

My younger brother, my father, and I were playing penny poker on the enclosed porch (KEY with the bugs you get in Pennsylvania countryland). The GF and I slept on porch on an inflatable mattress (I never claimed to like "roughing it") at night. The table we were playing cards on was right next to the mattress and my girlfriend was reading a book.

After some time, she decided she would watch us play some cards for a little while and take a break from her book. She shimmied up to the back of the bed, almost directly behind my father, and watched a few hands. The next thing I know, Jamie's reeling and fleeing the porch.

"Oh! Chris (my dad's name)!"

My dad smirks.

Me - "Wha..." and then it occurs to me what happened just as she states it.

GF - "Your father just farted!"

Me - "Pops! You mean to tell me you just farted on my girlfriend!?"

As my younger brother is laughing, I'm looking incredulously at my father, and Jamie is staggering into the cottage, my father replies, "What? I had a good hand, I got distracted!"

Oh my...

On to new fads... what's up with acronyms everywhere? I was watching TV and I challenged my GF (Ha! The other tie-in!) that you could survive by only taking a breath everytime you saw an acronym.

It hit the boiling point when we were watching a movie trailer and they were quoting various sources as to the quality of the movie. The last quote was from an Internet site and was simply quoted as, "OMG".

Now, my girlfriend is more cognizant of it than ever and I've routinely shown that you can actually survive just by taking a deep breath when you see an acronym on the TV. Are we becoming so streamlined in our community now that we can't even take the time to fully express what we are trying to say? OMG, I just don't know.