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Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How?

Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How?

I was bored so I decided to type in the five W’s and How into a Google search field and see what it came up with for the first ten predictions of each one.  Then I figured I would put my own spin on them.  I don’t recommend using any of my verbiage for a term paper though. Who is – Who is who?  I think you forgot to finish your query there. Who should I start – I can only assume…

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Boy, did he knock on the wrong door

Boy, did he knock on the wrong door

Let’s set the scene: Single man is sitting in his condo circa 2001/02 watching TV.  It’s probably a Thursday night and NBC is still enjoying it’s Must See TV heyday, so single man is probably watching Friends or ER. *Knock Knock on the front door* Single man gets up and answers the front door where he sees another man holding a clipboard. “Hello,” says clipboard man with a smile on his face. “Hi,” says single man. “I’m in your neighborhood today asking…

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Halloween Petition: Give Me A Treat And Sign!

Halloween Petition: Give Me A Treat And Sign!

This is going to be short and sweet, which ironically, is the characteristics of the “fun size” candy passed out on Halloween.  Fun size?  What’s fun about smaller candy?  It would be more appropriate if they called it “giant sized”, but only because that’s the way a normal candy bar would appear to a giant.  Damn it!  I’ve already gone off on a tangent.  This isn’t even what the topic of this post is supposed to be about.  Let me try…

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Search Term Roulette

Search Term Roulette

Fellow bloggers like to write posts about interesting search terms that bring people to their blogs.  It’s a pretty regular feature on The Bloggess, and ACWMH just did a post of her own.  This got me to wondering about my search terms.  In just a little over a year I’ve had exactly two search terms that were defined. Videos showing a small cog in a bihg machine – No bihg mystery here, considering the title of my blog, despite the…

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Life Made Me a Mix Tape

Life Made Me a Mix Tape

Think back.  Sorry, yes there is homework in this post.  Again, think back.  Did all your serious relationships come with a song?  You know, that “we have to have a song” type of relationship?  I’m sure there will be “non-conformists” that say no.  I’m not one of them.  When I think back on my past relationships, I can pick five serious ones going back to when I was 14 years old.  Michelle #1 (number designation will be apparent in a second), Rhonda, LaManna,…

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It’s My BBirthday!

It’s My BBirthday!

No, I didn’t finger fuck the “B” key when I typed that.  It’s not my birthday.  It is my BLOG BIRTHDAY!  Just A Small Cog is a whopping one year old today!  If you’ve even followed me a little bit then you knew it was going to be a beer up there and not cake.  A few months ago I updated the About This Small Cog page after a look back to when I started.  I think that section bears repeating here:…

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Let’s Get LIIT!

Let’s Get LIIT!

No, I didn’t spell that wrong.  It’s an acronym that stands for Long Island Iced Tea.  A more accurate title would be Let’s NOT Get LIIT Ever Again!  Tanya, from The Incurable Dreamer, recently made a comment on one of my posts that mentioned LIIT, and that got me thinking about a good story. I can already hear you thinking, “What did you do Ari?”  I can’t blame you for that.  Usually I am the one front and center (read guilty) in…

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Thanks For Getting Me In Trouble Native Americans!

Thanks For Getting Me In Trouble Native Americans!

This is really a retarded story.  I don’t know why I am telling it.  It’s just been stuck in my head this week because something (I think it might be the below commercial) reminded me of it. I was around 9 or so and in this particular case (there were others) my forbidden item was not quite as destructive as the ones in this commercial.  They were a pair of moccasins, or what my child brain considered to be moccasins.  Pictures might…

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Eye Just Can’t Help Myself

Eye Just Can’t Help Myself

A couple years ago I tore the retina in my left eye.  It’s a whole thing that really doesn’t have a humorous note.  Unless you count the fact that after the surgery I was required to stare at my feet for six weeks and had to sit in one of those massage chairs and drink my beer from a straw because I couldn’t tilt my head back.  I’m counting that. In the year after the initial surgery I had to have…

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National Nothing Day

National Nothing Day

It seems like every morning when I flip on the news as I am getting ready for work, the anchor is telling me it is National Something Day.  This morning I was duly informed that it was National Take Your Daughter and Sons to Work Day.  Well, my daughter and sons live many miles away, are in their 20’s, and have jobs of their own.  So, I don’t think I’ll be observing this one.  However, it got me to thinking. …

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