In day to day life I don’t often notice my footprints.

Probably because I wear shoes most of the time.

Shoeprints could be anyone’s shoeprints.

At the beach I’m always fascinated by my footprints.

I think most people are.

They are uniquely yours.

Footprints are like personal breadcrumbs showing you where you’ve been.

I guess what I’m trying to say is …

it must suck to be a fish.

note: everyone makes copies of their hands with photocopiers … never their feet … it’s a mystery.

double note: I bet most fish don’t know where the hell they are, where they’ve been, or where they are going.  I know some people like that.

triple note: fish don’t have feet because they don’t have shoe stores … probably.

quadruple note: shouldn’t it be “feetprints” … or is this just another of those “toothbrush” scenarios.

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notes to myself #49

Your feet smell for periods of time when you get older. Hey! it’s not my fault!

When there are no fingerprints on a gun at a crime scene

… I guess the police just look for people with no hands.

note: my middle fingerprint looks like a smiley face … it’s hard to stay angry when I give “the finger“.

double note: Why are the police so smart on tv?

triple note: pistol makers should make the trigger area bigger, so people can wear gloves while shooting. I’m sure it would be appreciated by people in the winter.

quadruple note: if the trigger area was really big people could even wear mittens!

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notes to myself #48

When you are robbed at gunpoint while working at a gas station and you are debating whether the gun is loaded or not:  it is.

My face just keeps getting more linear every year.

note: everything I say is in parentheses now.

double note: I was going to use a smiley photo, but I saw that I had something stuck between my teeth.

triple note: laugh lines are better than punchlines.

quadruple note: I’m living in linear times I guess.

quintuple note: the lines look like parentheses because they come from your parents … or something like that.

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notes to myself #47

You know how Mom used to push up and pull back her facial skin with her fingers and says she might get a facelift. 
You will do the same … and probably never will get one either.

Sometimes you just have to let go of things.

It’s time to move on.

There’s no use holding on anymore.

You did what you could.

It’s the circle of life:

to free and be free; to release; to let thing unwind as they should.

Your time together wasn’t meant to last a lifetime.

your part has been played: played well, but it is played out now.

And it’s time to …

JUST LET GO OF THAT STUPID WIND UP TOY NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

note: I bet you thought I was talking about relationships … or farts … or something.

double note: the dentist said Lady Chatterly’s teeth were beyond repair, so I fixed them for good.

triple note: sure the photo is blurry … it was like dissecting my best friend: tears do that.

quadruple note: I only made it from “A” to “J“  while expeditioning through the blogroll tonight. It’s tough sometimes: there is too much good stuff out there. “K” to “Z” you are next.

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notes to myself #46

Giving someone an Indian Burn becomes politically incorrect, but you can still do it … just give it another name.

People who eat dessert first because they like it the best have no anticipatience.

 note: eating dessert first by rationalizing that you could die before the end of the meal is kind of pessimistic.

double note: on Planetross you can order whatever you like first, but you’re still going to get it in the same bag at the drive-thru window.

triple note: yes, I actually wrote “drive-thru” window. I can’t believe it either!

quadruple note: I should install a drive through window at my house. I wouldn’t have to clean up when people came to visit: how convenient!

quintuple note: on Planetross everyone chews everything 32 times: even ice cream.
… the ice cream isn’t very good really.

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notes to myself #45

When you go to Osoyoos for summer vacation as a kid, you will discover something amazingly delicious: licorice ice cream.
… and it gives you a cool black tongue too!!!!

People usually can’t think straight when they have a cold.

On Planetross it’s the opposite: I can’t think in my regular round about way.

I’ll be back shortly.

note: I think I’m clairabouyant … I see a bath in my future.

double note: the photo is the view from the hotel window on my recent “business trip”. I some how feel like that at the moment.

triple note: being sick is like being a secret agent: it’s all undercover.

quadruple note: thanks for stopping in while I was a way.

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notes to myself #44

 Always pack tissue packages … not actually pack them! … just carry them around just in case.

“There is no finish line to life.”

bollocks!

… it’s just really staggered.

note: Bugs rage against the lights and die.
… I guess that’s what Dylan Thomas was talking about in that poem.

double note: it’s all just a big “apple on a spoon race” at the end of the day: some people just have smaller apples and bigger spoons for some reason.

triple note: I could have gotten kicked out of Eden a lot faster than Adam: I like wearing shorts.

quadruple note: I’m off to Nagoya for “work”. I’ll be back on Sunday. Have a good end of week/weekend.

quintuple note: thanks for all the comments on the earlier posts. I will reply … just not now.

sextuple note: this one is kind of dark now that I look at it in the light.

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notes to myself #43

I’ve got nothing to tell you: you’ll figure it out.

I really surprise myself sometimes

… especially in mirrors.

How did I get in there?

note: mirrors are for people without good friends.

double note: I knew there would be a 2nd chance at this photo: http://planetross.wordpress.com/2009/02/16/mona-lisa/

triple note: I think I’ve put on 4 entries tonight … on purpose.

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notes to myself #42

You are an idiot … but usually amusing … or at least you think that.

A ROCK ‘N ROLL SHOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mr. Pettit  and myself attended this 50’s party a few nights ago.  Walking into it was like walking into the Twilight Zone: greasers, fancy suits with two toned shoes, poodle dresses, bowling shirts, big hair, …

It was awesome.

People “strolling“, “jiving“,  “twisting” and ” shake, rattle, and rolling” everywhere.

200 odd people … but not odd really … just a subculture of 50’s Rock ‘N Roll  officianados alive and well in the back of beyond Japan having a good time.

When I start to think about, it’s not really so strange: good music, good dancing, and fun.

As we were the only foreigners in attendance, I thought it was bizarre.
After thinking about it, it seemed pretty normal.
I wasn’t dancing  in the 50’s … and neither were most of these people. They just like the music and so do I.

Four bands played the classics and some songs that were great but just hadn’t made it through the filtered version of the 50’s that I grew up with.

I’ll be going to the next one … and I’m sure I won’t have to twist Mr. Pettit’s arm too hard to come with me.

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note: my version of the 50’s comes mostly from “American Graffiti” and “Happy Days” sadly. I was born too late … but I’d probably be really old if I was.

double note: I ended up dancing with an 81 year old woman for most of the night. She is a former #1 dancer in Japan … so I was honored.

triple note: sorry all the photos are crap: I left my camera at home and took these images with the phone camera.

quadruple note: I thought there were going to be 5 bands … until I realized that “gest” meant “guests“.

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notes to myself #41

You know those dance moves you do at 13 years old?
They will last you a lifetime.

If this thing hit me while I was walking across the street,

… I’d be mildly upset and may backhand it into the curb … or eat one of its tires … if I was hungry.

note: what makes a car a car?

double note: as I opened my refrigerator door I realized that I must have been very drunk driving home last night.

triple note: “Sorry,  no room for a family.“

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notes to myself #40

Up until 44 you only own 4 different vehicles. The first one is the newest … so you better enjoy it.