MoodyTunes

I don’t know why I chose “query” in the title of today’s post. I like the look of the word. My first words, if I remember correctly (and I remember a lot from those days), were “What’s that?”

If I could live my life over again, I’d change those to “Pardon me, but I have a query.”

The Monday Poll, which decides the fate of the universe, shows a total banishment of football from TV as the current leader. I suspect someone like Karl Rove is pulling strings somewhere.

My prediction: Colts 34, Saints 30. The Saints almost lost to the Washington Redskins this year. Do you know how bad Washington is? Very bad.

Now for my Friday query: What is it about me that indicates I don’t deserve at least 50% of the available space on a sidewalk or path? I don’t understand how people approaching from the opposite direction feel entitled to 75% to 100% of the sidewalk/path, to the point that they will bash into me. I know this because recently I’ve stopped moving out of the way — just to see what happens. I always stick to my half and if we collide, we collide.

Maybe this is poll material. People bash Alex out of the way because: a) he’s a wimp, b) they like to touch him, c) he’s invisible and silent, or d) he lives very close to the Church of Scientology and the people bumping into him are actually agents trying to perform a thetan transfer/infusion.

Or wait a second…is this like The Sixth Sense? Is nobody telling me that I’m a ghost? Come on…you can tell me. You won’t ruin the ending. Did I just ruin the ending?

I think it’s time for the weekend. Here’s to a speedy Friday, empty sidewalks, and a relaxing weekend.