How It's Made

While unemployed here in Boston. My twelve O'clock hour often consists of sitting in my chair watching How It's Made on Discovery HD (great channel). Today on How It's Made they had how to make chocolate bears and rabbits and eggs and other stuff. I assume they are for the Easter Season. Now I am watching a production plant make capsules of some drug. How fascinatin. What's next, I wonder. This is a pretty typical thought during my days. What's my next meal going to be? What activity will I do next? Wha video game will I play next? What company I will apply to next? What's my next move in facebook scrabble going to be? (btw, the next is pasta on How It's Made.)
Stouffers' Lasagna with Meat Sauce is very good. When I don't feel like cooking an extravagant meal I go to the local 7-Eleven, only steps from my front door, pick up one of those lasagnas and perhaps a drink (fresca, sprite, or Arnold Palmer). The music on How It's Made is almost the best part of the show. Enough about that, as my mind has wondered onto what is next this day.
I really like the song in the Bank of America commercial.
I meant to go skiing today up in New Hampshire but when the alarm went off at 7 AM I couldn't get myself to do it. Frankly, that means that it was only a thought and not a serious one at that. Now I think I should have gone. I wish that I had a house that I could stay at without paying so that I could say, "I think I'll go skiing tomorrow" during the afternoon. Subsequently I would drive up to the mountain I ski, Loon, spend the night and be ready to ski early the next morning. But I don't so I don't.
I am in a Dodgeball League tha starts tomorrow. It should be interesting. I, of course, love dodgeball. You may remember that I won Camelympics dodgeball with the Ridge last year. I made a girl cry (I hit her in the face). Sorry. My team is an interesting bunch. I'm not sure of our abilities. Of course I trust that we will win. But we have three girls (two are not very athletic) and an effeminate guy. Not to say they wont be good, we shall see. The problem that I have is that this is supposed to be some sort of social thing. When it comes to sports, I don't do social. I play to win. Occasionally I will hold grudges so when the social thing comes around you can forget friendly. Also if my team turns out to be in it solely to have fun (meaning the don't care and therefore don't try their hardest I will get frustrated and that sucks. And we have to play in socks, I don't know why. I think it's for safety but I would think being shoemore (instead of shoeless) would be safer. So we'll see how that goes. Shit, I have to call Puni.