A few things that have been bouncing around my head recently:
I think there could be a market for a 'Purple Rain' themed wedding. The groom could dress up as Prince, the bride could dress up as Appollonia, the minister could dress up as Morris Day, the groom's party could be the Revolution, and the bridesmaids could be Girl 6. After the ceremony they could drive away on a big motorcycle while minister Morris Day leads the choir (the Time?) in a stirring rendition of 'Purple Rain'. And then they all jump in a lake. I'm serious about this! It wouldn't be a traditional wedding per se, but it would be campy and memorable and you could get married in a jheri curl wig. I'm thinking I could pitch this in Vegas or at least Atlantic City and make a few bucks.
I'm working on the outline for a short story about a guy who has a mental problem that causes him to only be able to think and speak in riddles. I have no idea what the story would be about or how the hell I'd be able to tell it, let alone would I be able to create a bunch of mundane yet intriguing riddles for his day to day life. It's a work in progress. Or maybe someone should just get Neil Gaiman on the phone.
Over the past couple of weeks I've won $75 in an NFL picks pool one of my friends runs. Boys and girls, Adam doesn't encourage gambling, but it helps if you're well informed and knowledgeable. The best I can tell, luck has absolutely nothing to do with gambling. The truth of the matter is if I ever found myself in Vegas and camped out at a craps table I'd probably end up dead or in jail by the end of the week. However, 75 bucks is 75 bucks.
I'm increasing my pie intake to at least one a week. This is independent of Thanksgiving, where my family typically has a one-to-one pie-to-person ratio. I'm trying to add a protective layer for the winter.
I finally took myself off morning shifts! I've been going in to work at either 4 or 5 in the morning since the second week of January and it had been getting kind of old. I might go back after a few weeks of increased exposure to customers during the holiday eating season, or I might get fired for punching someone in the face. But starting nest week, I won't be going to bed at 8 pm anymore!
I'm totally geeking out about what's going on with DC comics this fall and winter. I'll spare you a geek rant, but let's just say I'm very excited. I'll also spare you the details of my proposed sitcom, 'Everybody Loves Darkseid'. (If you don't understand that, just move along. It's OK, I don't hold it against you. If you do understand, just imagine for yourself.)
My poor kitty had his balls chopped off last weekend. He doesn't seem too put out about it; I doubt he knew they were there in the first place. Still, I felt bad. On the other hand, I went to the ASPCA's mobile vet service (conveniently located three blocks down the street from me last Saturday) and stood outside for a total of about 5 hours (both dropping off and picking up) in 40 degree weather and caught a cold, so he got me back. A little.
The world-famous Candy Cane Joe Joes are back in stock at Trader Joes. For those of you not in the know, they are TJs' version of Oreos, but with crushed up chunks of candy canes mixed into the filling. Imagine a peppermint Oreo and you'll be pretty close. They are absoludicrous. I can pound an entire box in half an hour if I put my mind to it. We only carry them for a few months around the holidays and people go batshit crazy over them. Rumor has it a box(!) sold for $35 on eBay earlier this year. I believe it. I was crunching numbers with one of my like-minded co-workers and decided that a case of these (24 boxes) would be a little under $54 after our employee discount (each box is $2.49). That ain't half bad. I'm seriously considering buying an entire case just for myself and either a) eating all of them immediately or b) eating some of them and selling the rest on eBay in April.
Also, speaking of Trader Joes, I've decided that if I'm still with the company in a year's time or so or whenever the Brooklyn store is opened, I'll transfer there and become a manager. I don't want to do it at the Manhattan store because there would be at least a 60% chance I'd go on a three state killing spree, and I don't think anyone would want that. However, I think I'd be able to do it in a new store and I think I'd be pretty good at it. I'd work there for another couple of years, save up some dough, and then work on finishing my degree (finally). There. Long term plans. Who knew?