Corporate Spying

Got up this morning and on my way to work I decided that I had to have food scattered, smothered and covered, so I headed to my friendly Waffle House.

After bellying up to the bar and placing my order, I noticed some commotion after a couple walked out the door.

“Do you know who that was?” Maude asked.

“Yeah, I saw him on TV the other day,” Flo interjected.

“That guy owns the Pancake Pantry,” Dusty replied, cracking a egg on the side of his bowl.

For those who don’t know, Pancake Pantry is a Nashville breakfast institution, on any given morning there’s a line out the door and down the street as people wait to experience the cornucopia of breakfast delights.

I can only assume Mr. Pantry just wasn’t in the mood to wait this morning.

Christmas Movie Blowout

Rather than make the icy trek home this Christmas, I made the decision to spend the holiday alone with my dog. My biggest accomplishment was watching the follwing thirteen movies, catching me up on most of the movies that I missed this year:

Elf

The Terminal

Intolerable Cruelty

The Ladykillers

Luther

Garfield

Super Size Me

Hidalgo

I, Robot

Napoleon Dynamite

Dodgeball

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou

Ocean’s Twelve

PLObit…

I just saw on TV where Yasser Arafat finally is dead. I’m reminded of something I read a few weeks ago, it said that everything you need to know about Yasser Arafat was the fact that he insisted on wearing his sidearm to address the UN General Assembly. And the everything you need to know about the UN General Assembly is that they let him.