I have a friend who has what I'd call a "cooler job than me." I'm happy for my job, don't get me wrong. It's .com, it's travel, I work from home, I get paid ENORMOUS amounts of money (that one was a joke, just in case there was a sar-chasm and you didn't get my sarcasm). But let me show you what I look at all day at my job and then I'll show you an example of what HE looks at all day, and then you can decide for yourself. Pictures are worth a 1,000 words, afterall, right?

Without further ado - here's what I stare at for 8 hours:

And here is what my buddy stares at...through a lens:

I've heard the old adage that "life's not fair" a few times in my life, but this just makes me feel like a chump.

The dealer in my backyard

First, I should address this to Mark since, Mark, you are the only person that knows of this blog of mine.

So, Dear Mark,

As you know my folks lived on a golf course while I was a youngin'. I rather enjoyed that - was nice not to have backyard neighbors when I wanted to sunbathe in the nude, my golf game improved marginally since I could sneak in a few holes any evening I wanted, it was a great place to screw around after dark (I recall a few nights of stealing golf carts and driving underage), and of course it was a fun place to take unsuspecting (actually, I suspect they were suspecting) young ladies to make out. I like to think that last one happened more than it actually did, but whatever.

So, when we were looking for a new house to buy I was pleased we found one we liked on a golf course. Here's a pic of the view over by back fence:

One little bonus is that there's a drink vending machine on the next tee box for thirsty hackers. We don't generally stock the fridge with tasty carbonated bevvies, but you know how sometimes you just get a jones on for a tall, cold coke? Well that vending machine has provided a very needed fix on more that one occasion this summer, let me tell you.

Good thing I don't live next to a 7/11.