3 Is A Magic Number

To celebrate the completion of three consecutive decades, I thought it would be fitting to share this with you…

Here is something I discovered one day when I was very, very bored. Up until that point my favorite number had always been 1 (Ozzie Smith’s number), but I am thinking that I have no choice but to change it to 3. Here’s why:

When combined in many different ways, the numbers in my birthdate can be reduced down to the number 3 or a multiple of 3.

3 x 27 = 81,

3 + 2 + 7 = 12

3 + 2 + 7 + 8 + 1 = 21,

3 x 2 x 7 x 8 x 1 = 336,

3 x 2 x 7 x 1 x 9 x 8 x 1 = 3024

Also, if you add those individual numbers together, you end up with a number that is a multiple of 3.

8 + 1 = 9

1 + 2 = 3

2 + 1 = 3

3 + 3 + 6 = 12 (1 + 2 = 3)

3 + 0 + 2 + 4 = 9

The same thing happens if I add together the number values of each letter in my name.
[A=1, B=2, etc.]

Adding the number value of each letter in my full name
[Timothy James Eugene Payne] equals: 276.

2 + 7 + 6 = 15 [1 + 5 = 6]

When the values of the letters in each name are multiplied together and then the value of each name are added together, it comes to a total of: 140,697,600.

1 + 4 + 0 + 6 + 9 + 7 + 6 + 0 + 0 = 33 [3 + 3 = 6]

When the values of every letter are multiplied all the way through my entire name it comes to a grand total of: 12,489,569,820,000,000,000,000

1 + 2 + 4 + 8 + 9 + 5 + 6 + 9 + 8 + 2 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 = 54 [5 + 4 = 9]

Wow. Absolutely fascinating. Or maybe just weird.

Seems A Little Fishy

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I went out to check on something for a customer today and this is what he gave me before I left – six freshly caught bass still on the stringer.

I took the fish to the house as soon as I left his place and discovered that they were still alive! So, rather than killing and eating them, we decided to put them in a bucket of water and keep them alive.

I didn’t think to take a picture of them on the stringer, but one of them in their private pool is the next best thing, I guess.

You Have A Nice Day

When did telling someone to have a nice day become so complicated?

Whenever someone says to me “You have a nice day” I always think they are giving me a compliment. I instinctively want to respond by saying “Thanks, your day is pretty nice too” or some such nonsense.

Then, to make matters worse, some people try to turn the goodbye into a contest. You tell them to have a nice day, so they say to you “Have a nice weekend!” Come on people – just say “you too” and be on your way.

The only solution I can think of is to tell them “Have a nice eternity” and quickly walk away. Surely there has to be a better way…any suggestions?

On a semi-related note, here’s a video to brighten your day. It may not be exactly the same situation, but hey, it’s a good excuse to watch a Brian Regan video.

A Few Random Facts

I have never eaten cottage cheese.
I’m sure I’ve had it baked into foods, but I have never eaten it by itself.  I just can’t get past the fact that it looks like someone just left milk sitting for way too long and then decided to eat it or what I imagine it would feel like in my mouth.  It’s just not worth it to me.

I have never eaten beets.
Although I came close a few years ago when I was really into the show “Doug”, this is another food that I just can’t seem to force myself to try.  Part of it is the look of them and what I imagine the texture to be, just like with cottage cheese.  The other part is that I imagine that before and after consumption, my mouth would feel and look as if I had just bitten into a heart. That’s just yucky.

I am the most static-y person I know.
Seriously.  Every time I get out of the car I get a huge jolt.  Not to mention all the times I walk around the house.  Kissing my wife should not be that painful an experience – after a quick peck the other night, my lips were tingling for several minutes (although that could just be because our love is so electric…).  And don’t even get me started on my clothes.  It seems like no matter how many dryer sheets I use, my clothes are always full of static.  Any suggestions on how to fix this?

I have never been able to make myself burp.
I just can’t do it.  I’ve tried and tried, but with no success.  I don’t know if it’s because I have a burpy personality or because it’s just assumed that everyone can do this, but for some reason no one ever believes me when I tell them that I can’t make myself burp. I’ve even had people try to explain it step-by-step, but it’s just not happening.

Now you know.  Whether you really wanted to know these things is a different story entirely, but now you know.