Hopefully this blog makes sense later because presently; everything reads like Sanskrit held upside to a mirror. It was a memorable day, yet at the same time what I had for breakfast escapes me.

For dinner, the Wife and I had a picnic in a park and watched the sun tuck in behind the pine trees. Very cool – most definitely the high point of the day. Spectacular sunsets are one of New Jersey’s greatest natural assets – one of the few commodities they haven’t figured out how to tax out of the state. Well, perhaps next year.

Remember the days before every piece of consumer electronics shipped with a remote control? Oh, you don’t? Well, no worries. Flash back a second to the dark ages – a time and place some people knew as the 1980’s.

At the start of this strange and twisted decade, music came in one media, a large black flat plastic disc called a record, which only played on a turntable. This turntable had a floating arm with a needle at the tip designed to wear and tear the record every time the disc spun.

Visualizing this scene yet, daddio? We’re talking about ancient technology here. These were the days and nights of snorting cocaine, while watching Miami Vice and crying from PacMan elbow. Everyone’s favorite color was a shade of neon. For home entertainment, people played Atari, although, the cool kids all had Coleco. Madonna sold out baseball stadiums. MTV played music videos and Michael Jackson was not white. Yes, strange days indeed.

Flash ahead now to the present day of 64 bit color graphics and 108 inch projector home entertainment system of doom television sets. Madonna stills sells out baseball stadiums.

And that brings us full circle to the ubiquitous remote. Now, I’m not going to claim that I can’t be lazy at times. But when my buddy bought a new window AC unit it came with; get this – a remote control.

How many times does one change the temperature settings on a window AC unit during the day exactly? Is it just too much to stand up and adjust that dial even just once? That’s a bit couch potato style for even my laid back tastes.

There was no blog yesterday because the storm kept my fraidy cats up all Tuesday night – who in turn, kept me awake. Hour after hour they circled the surface of the bed like land sharks with tails, stepping on my freshly crew cut head. Read: zero energy left for anything fun yesterday, including the blog. So the day went to doing errands I’d been avoiding for weeks. But check it out – we got clean clothes and food now!

In the grand tradition of Hemingway and productivity, I’ll either blog 2x today or blog 2x as long on Friday. Granted Papa was way ahead of the Internet thing; but still he wrote a minimum of 1200 of words before quitting to drink for the day. If he wanted to spend the whole day drinking, er I mean fishing, he’d write 2x as much.

He also rewrote the ending to Farewell to Arms 39 times. Now that’s persistence.

Birthdays are the one day a year many people love to hate. They curse the passing of the years in public, but if family or friends host a surprise party for them, their tune changes fast.

Anyway, I’m wiped out from the rigors of surprise party celebrations. Good news though, I’ve coaxed a Q&A session out of Buddhapuss slated for Monday. Ever since his t-shirt hit the streets, the furry guy has been copping a major ‘tude.