The End Of The End Was NOT The End!

This Ride is not over!

I have been busy nurturing my two careers, eating matzah, watching tv, etc., but believe you me, I have been collecting some fine, fine material to share with you over the coming weeks and months*.

The other day I found out the actual physical size of a new career. It is just under 11 3/4" x 8 3/4" x 4 3/4". Yeah, it's a lot smaller than I thought it would be, too! Allow me to explain how I have come to be in possession of this knowledge. To do pretty much anything in the realm of real estate, including but not limited to most of the duties I am to fulfill in my new job, you have to be licensed by the state. You have to take a pre-licensing course before you can sit for the state examination. Instead of waiting to enroll in classes that don't start for several weeks, I signed up for a correspondence course so I could be ready as quickly as possible. I went to pick up the materials, which included a textbook, workbook, Tennessee real estate handbook, a study guide for that, and practice tests. I paid and walked out to my car with all the tools to begin my path to mogul-dom in a box with the dimensions I gave. So, I guess it's true what they say... great things come in small, corrugated, cardboard packages.

It occurs to me that I never actually posted my list of favorite sports movies after all that dscussion a few weeks back, so...

I'd like to announce that I'll be doing it soon**.

Finally, I commented recently on Burger King's "Big Buckin' Chicken" ad. I hope you've had the chance to see it. I hate to appear fixated on advertising, let alone BK advertising, but have you seen the add for their French Toast sandwich? It's the one with that freaky King character sitting in bed with a construction worker, while 10 or 20 other people are gathered around the bed. The king and the worker look at each other for a minute and then the king offers the guy this new sandwich. What is the story supposed to be here? Why are these two in bed? Who are all those other people? Why would anyone accept a breakfast sandwich - no matter how tasty it may be - from a strange, smily, plastic King that mysteriously appears next to you in bed?

If you can suggest any possible, plausible answers to any of these questions, please do so using the comment feature below. I would be greatly*** indebted to you if you can help me understand.

* I didn't say this post would contain the fine, fine material. Coming weeks and months, folks!
** I'm considering offering a course in procrastination. You can take it correspondence if you want. Materials will fit in the box.
***By "greatly", I mean marginally, if at all.