Richard Tocci

Richard Tocci
Just when you thought it was safe, I show up...


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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Paris in a Hurry

When you need to see Paris, France, in a hurry...

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


My son was destined to be my son. Why?

My mascot - Rising Sun Tiger
His Mascot - A&M Consolidated Tiger

My graduation colors: Maroon and White
His colors: Maroon and White

My talent at 18: Music
His talent at 18: Music

We were both born to be Tigers...

And now, for all you Tiger fans (Rising Sun Tigers and A&M Consolidated Tigers):

Jensen Ackles has The Eye Of The Tiger

Saturday, May 23, 2009


Conversation in the car with Alex the other day, while taking him to Tao Kwon Do:

Alex: "Dad! Dad! I have something to tell you!"

Dad: "Yes, Alex, what is it?"

Alex: "Dad! Tomatoes make my poop turn red!"


Alex: "It's like magic, Dad!"

Dad: "Yes, son, it's like magic. Don't eat beets."

Saturday, May 16, 2009

My Next Netflix Choice

Is someone trying to regain their "Electric Youth"?

Read the article about this very real movie here.

Well, people have to make a living, even in Hollywood...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Heels on a Plane

Now that I'm back from vacation, rested, and well into work again, I have a complaint.

While waiting for planes at different terminals in 3 different airports, I watch people. It's fun, humorous, and allows me to write about something when I get a chance.

When I travel, whether for business or pleasure, I like to be comfortable, but I also want to get through security as quickly as possible. So for my vacation, I took a cue from my friend Chris Wendel. He travels in Crocs. They are easy to wear, easy to take off, and are very comfortable. They are also light weight. Airport security is much easier with these shoes on.

So why, in the name of Orville and Wilbur, do women insist upon wearing the following:

High Heels
High Heeled Boots

What the HELL are they thinking? How on earth is that comfortable, or easy on security?

And how do I know you're heels won't cause a puncture in the hull and cause decompression?

If the plane does fall apart, I would rather die being hit by a piece of the plane, rather than your stinking shoe, embedded in my forehead.

I would rather be burned by flaming jet fuel than having a 4 inch heel through my eyeball.

I have nothing against heels. They suit the outfits they accompany. But please, not on an airplane, please!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

For the Love of Vulcan

Coming to you live, from New Castle, Delaware...

Richard Tocci -- THE VULCAN!

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