Cabeeb is the blog and online alter-ego of Caleb White, a Dallas-based Web designer, musician, entrepreneur, and all-around swell fellow[citation needed]
When not blogging, he can usually be found at his online summer home, http://calebwhite.me/.
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I’ve been eating eggs a lot lately. I hard boil a batch of a dozen or two, and munch on them over the course of a week. And without fail, the line from Beauty & the Beast gets stuck in my head:
When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs
Every morning to help me get large
And now that I’m grown I eat five dozen eggs
So I’m roughly the size of a barge
Dude, Gaston’s a freaking beast, man.
This happens every now and then. Inexplicably and without warning, I am suddenly overcome with motivation and a desire to better myself in one way or another.
This particular instance of it is regarding getting in better shape. It hit sometime last week for reasons unknown. Since I’ve been terribly apathetic about that whole aspect of life for several months now, I’m embracing it whole-heartedly.
These kinds of moods typically leave me as quickly as they came. I fully expect to wake up any day now and suddenly not care any more. “Eh… I’ll run tomorrow.” “Water’s so bland; I want a soda!” “I haven’t eaten a bowl of Crisco in FOREVER!”
All that to say, I’m trying to make the most of it while I can. Running and biking frequently; eating well; drinking lots of water. It’s going well so far; I’m actually really enjoying it.
And using lots of semicolons.
A group of us had lunch at the Fillmore Pub in downtown Plano today. It was delicious as usual, but I noticed something decidedly unusual as I was leaving the bathroom.
It’s a warning that consuming alcohol while pregnant could result in birth defects in your child. And it’s in Spanish. Inside of the Men’s restroom. In a pub in downtown Plano.
So, naturally, I ran back to my table as fast as I could and yanked the beer out of my pregnant Spanish-speaking wife’s hands. “¡Es un riesgo de los defectos del nacimiento!”
Crisis averted.
I got a letter in the mail today from the IRS telling me that my Economic Stimulus check is on it’s way and should be here no later than the 20th (the day after tomorrow).
That’s 48 hours away. Frankly, I would have preferred that they had just let the check be a pleasant surprise and tacked the 50 cents it took to mail the notice onto it.
…death, taxes, and government bureaucracy.
In Genesis 6, when God looked down upon the earth and saw the wickedness of man, I think he was watching how man drives.
Seriously.
Latest word to be folded into everyday vocabulary:
poltroon /pɒlˈtrun/
–noun
1. a wretched coward; craven.
–adjective
2. marked by utter cowardice.
I also find immense joy in the related form: poltroonery. I just wish I had more reason to use it on a somewhat daily basis
Maybe it’s time to look for a job in swashbuckling.