Can You Spare A Square?

Apparently, in Jersey...not so much.

In what seems like another epic New Jersey political battle, the Trenton NJ city council is refusing to approve a paper products order. Now, it's not that the council doesn't think toilet paper and hand towels are necessary to the health & hygiene of city workers...it's the $4,000 order for paper cups that has produced the stalemate. No one it seems, wants to say why they need $4K of them.

Now, having lived in Jersey most of my life, I take pride in our politics. Kickbacks, nepotism, no-show jobs...most of us grew up believing that's the way it was done everywhere. And everything ran smoothly until a while back when the media started sniffing into how business was conducted and boom...just like that, things in the state went to shit. Ok, I may exaggerate just a bit. But trust me, back in the day there would have been plenty of TP to go around. It probably would have fallen off a truck and rather than see it go to waste, our elected officials would have gathered it up and doled it out appropriately..at a small fee.

So today, as the infamous Seinfeld episode of Elaine in the bathroom stall begging the woman next door for just one sheet of toilet paper plays out in Trenton, city workers must remember not only to bring their lunch from home..but a roll of toilet paper as well.

You can't make this up.
God I love Jersey.

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I Got Nothin'

How do you go about saying something, when you have nothing to say? Well, let's find out.

When I sat down at the keyboard this morning, I knew what I was writing about on the music blog.. It was something I had thought of several days ago, and today was the day to do it. write it, check it,done.

Spent a little time with the assembled tweet troops who are also up at ungodly hours in the morning along with a guest appearance from one of the usual late risers...you know those musician types. Catch up with them, share a few laughs, then everyone goes away...for a while anyway. Anything exciting to write about. uh No.

There was a chance I was meeting a friend for lunch, so I thought I'd wait until I got back to see if any earth-shattering events happened during our time together. uh No.  Lunch was very nice, a time to catch up on the events of the past few weeks, bitch a little lot, and enjoy each other, as we always do. But do I have anything to write about...uh No.

So why do I try to write about something, when there is nothing to write about? Who the hell knows. It has something to do with mentally challenging yourself, with keeping a sort of discipline and something to do with consistency.

So now we have four paragraphs about close to nothing. Hey Seinfeld did it for what...nine seasons?

And that's a lot to say, without saying anything.

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