"Pepper on that sir?"

I went out to eat a while ago. When I got my meal, the waiter casked if I wanted pepper. I hadn't even tasted the stuff yet. In my mind I was thinking "I don't know yet". Problem wwas, I knew that if I did not say yes, the waited would quickly turn and abscond with the pepper mill, not to return until it was tome to ask me how everything was. That time usually comes once I am deep into my meal and long past pepper time.

Shouldn't the time for the pepper question be about 5-10 minutes into the meal? This way you can actually determine if you want pepper on your food. Just a thought.A least a few bites? How can I decide without tasting?!?! Seems ridiculous to me.

In other news, I couldn't find a picture of a waiter grinding pepper in an effort to make this post a little bit more fun. I searched google and found this. Interesting stuff. There are a lot of pepper mills out there.

Lastly, Wellindowd will be taking another brief hiatus while I take a well earned and much needed vacation. I will be back shortly. Take some time and go through a bit of the history of this site. You'll find a month by month listing of my life on blog over the last few years. Some funny, some sad and some just downright weird. Enjoy and please feel free to ask me questions/let me know qhat you thought.

Later Ya'll
Tom
Tar Heel of the Year

Weird Bikini Mojo!

I am not sure what is going on right now, but I have some wierd bikini mojo going on. Yesterday, I had found the bikini model teacher while looking for a letter from Iran. Today, I decided to blog surf and found this! Coincidence? I don't think so. I am meant to go to an island. Maybe I will find me a beautiful woman and got to one next weekend.

Letters from Iran

I have been jetting all over the place. Two trips to Texas, one to NYC, a bunch of visitors, repairing an old relationship and a festival planned, executed and a major sucess were the last few months of my life.

I guess I have been so busy living it up that I have not really thought about this blog. It's kinda like how I became a Jets fan. I had no girlfriend from 1991-1995. There were dates and hookups, but no relationships. So I watched Jets games, went to Jets games and read about the Jets. There was not even an internet porn-Jets Struggle, seeing as how there was no internet and I just could never get comfortable going to a local deli and buying a copy of Family Circle magazine to mask the fact that the 3 underneath were Juggs,Cheri and Black Tail.

My blog has been the Jets. I still love the Jets, and I still love my blog.

This post is going to be about how very little I actually tend to be aware of what is going on in the world. I stopped watching TV in early 2004. I have probably watched maybe 50 hours since the. Could be more, could be less. When I was in NYC I read the paper on the train on the way to work in the morning. I now drive to work. Never replaced that valuable method of getting information.

Sometimes you woould think that I lived under a rock. Seriously folks, ask me anything about the state of the world and I will have no clue what you are talking about. This is so weird for me, having been something of a political watcher in the past and being a card carrying hippie type at one point.

Over the last year I have looked at people funny and said "What are you talking about?" in the following situations.

Friend-"Tom, can you believe what Katrina did to those people in New Orleans?"
Tom-"Who is Katrina?"

Friend-"How stupid are those Duke Lacrosse players?"
Tom-"Really? Who did they play?"

Both of these situations really happened folks.

Big point is,while I was in NYC on Monday and Tuesday. I decided to get a paper and ride the train and I read it. So I start reading about the letter that the President of Iran wrote to Bush. Now, I read the article in the NY Daily News and thought it was poor reporting at best. I mean, they even sort of made fun of him mentioning Jesus and folling it with "he who is most high" or something that alluded to the holiness of Jesus, in this letter to our genius...I mean President. I decided that I needed to read the letter for myself.That way I could decide for myself if this was the rambling of a maniac, or a lucid letter by a man with a different opinion.

One thing I knew was that I could not be party to the bubble gum, five seconds of info, and more space devoted to the sex lives of movies stars and todays horoscopes than to matters of world security. I can't stand the fact that we are force fed all of this brainmuch garbage! The dumbing of America! Fuck that! I was going to read that shit for myself. Hell, anyone that dislikes Bush can't be all that bad. (The president...well you know what I meant)

I went to CNN.com deciding that I would have to be able to view a copy of the entire letter right there.

I couldn't find a copy right away. I still plan on reading the letter but then I found a thing about this high school teacher who posed for sexy lingerie photos which are on the internet. She is a member of the USA bikini team and damn is she hot!



I will get the letter tomorrow and give you my thoughts.

Hope Ya'll are well.