Wayne's Whirled

I was driving down the road the other day and saw this:

Normally no big deal, but I SWEAR the first time I looked over the sign DID NOT SAY THAT.  Someone trying to tell me something???

I don’t know if anyone has ever been to Zoe’s Kitchen before; they are a locally owned fast casual eaterie who have okay food, but they seem to want to put FETA CHEESE on everything.  And not just a LITTLE feta; they must buy this stuff in 55-gallon drums or something.  Friends downtown actual CALL the place “Feta” when we are discussing where to eat.  Feta is pretty strong tasting; it’s not like you need to put much on something to make a difference.  I am assuming that someone who makes the menu does not have taste receptors for feta or something.

Anyway, my friend Kim picked up a meal from Zoe’s and brought it over this weekend so we could chat.  Here it is:

I mean, how much feta does it take to make an IMPACT???  Enough with the feta already!

What it is like to be a liberal…

So when I in Vegas several weeks ago, I found that they have renovated the pool area at the Golden Nugget downtown.  What they included was a shark tank with a slide that goes THROUGH it; check out the girl going through right past the sharks!

Either that or she has a thorn in her paw.

Being an avid reader, I was surprised myself that I have found it more difficult to get going when I pick up a book (either new or one I am currently reading).  In the absence of some accountability, I will read for 18 seconds, stop and pet the dog for two minutes, go over to the piano and play for 92 seconds, stop and go check my email, come back and read for three minutes, etc in this endless loop of doing a million things but doing none of them for long or very well.

The solution for me (which has worked incredibly well for being so simple) is that I will use the timer on my phone, set it for ten minutes and make myself do whatever I am doing until that timer goes off.  Oddly enough if I choose to read (or anything else, really), once the timer goes off, I am engrossed enough in the activity that I want to continue.  It’s like I need to get over some attention span hump and then all is well.

I have wondered about this for a while, and recently saw this article in The Atlantic that questions whether the small snippets of information constantly streaming through the internet have affected our attention span.

It’s amazing how much better I feel to have somewhat of a diagnosis and know that I am not alone 🙂

My name is Wayne, and I am an information-aholic.

This was taken in the drive through line at McDonald’s a week ago.  I know I had to be there to snap the picture but I was just getting a side salad and a glass of warm water.

My friends Max and Princess think that I need new tennis shoes:

Here’s a hint: theirs are BLINDING!