[Like trading cancer for a bullet in the head]I scribbled the sentence above, which I overheard someone in the office say months ago, in my Far Side desk calendar at work on a random page and came to it yesterday. I had forgotten about it. When I saw it, I couldn’t remember what the guy was talking about when he said it. Pretty morbid stuff, for sure. Things around here are changing. Big changes, too…
[Suture self]I made the trek home for a bit to visit with my pops for Father’s Day and help my sister move into her new house. Well, that was the plan, anyway. I figured I’d spend the day sweaty, fending off yellowjackets and sweat bees as I lugged soggy boxes from the trailer to the truck, and then the truck to the house. But I was pleasantly surprised when she instead whisked me and my…
[Preaching to the choir]The Bush administration’s audacity is astounding. What’s really disheartening is knowing that we’ve screwed ourselves: The smog we’ve created that surrounds us actually helps protect us from harmful radiation that leaks through the earth’s depleted atmosphere (which is caused in part by the pollution), so if we were to reduce pollution levels, it could actually be harmful to us. I’m still serious about the brainpans. It’s the only way.
[Kids, are you noticing all this plight?]Yes, yes. It’s been a few days. Work has been unusually demanding this week. Everyone and his/her brother-cousin is on vacation, it seems. And guess which rookie gets to fill in for everybody? I just found out that you have to work at my company for ten years before you get four weeks’ vacation. The union’s trying to get that reduced to eight years, but the company has a…
[In defense of the cyberworld]But the cyberworld is really fun.
[Keeping up appearances]My mom’s on her way here. Her flight leaves at 4:30. I figure that’ll give us about an hour and a half before we have to truck it toward the tarmac. Phil offered to cook lunch (or did I ask him to? I forget … ) so I suppose we’ll make a trip to the grocery in a bit. After that, I’ve got the whole day to myself. Last night I thought about…
[The soul plays the role of a lost little kitten]The new White Stripes album is badass. Dinner with Courtney went well. She, too, has all but lost her old high school connections. We’ll probably hang out again. She said all her friends are getting jobs and going to grad school elsewhere and moving away. Why does that sound familiar? She’s insisting that I come see some cover band at Cafe Ole on some Monday night,…
[Your cherry red lipstick]It’s coming a flood, as they say, beyond the plate glass. In preparation of my social date tonight, I have painted the ol’ toenails red. I still haven’t picked out a place to eat. I’m wondering if we should go somewhere that I can get good and sloshed so I’ll actually feel like talking. A lot. We spoke on the phone yesterday for a minute or two, just to confirm the date…
[Seriously, what the fuck?]Phil gets off for lunch at noon. It’s 12:15. The phone just rang. I answered it, thinking it might be him wanting to know if I wanted food. It was her. “Is Philip there?” “Uh, no, sorry. Can I take a message?” “Do you know what time he’s supposed to be there?” “Well, he gets off for lunch at noon, so I’m guessing any minute now.” “Okay, I’ll just call back in…
[Duly noted]I don’t know if you’ve been keeping up with the pie-fight controversy over at DailyKos, but it’s sort of soured my view of Kos (who I have actually struggled to respect as much as some of the other posters, thanks to his occasional anti-progressive rant) and the truly frat-boy nature of many of those who frequent the site. Anyway, the site ran a click-thru ad for The Real Gilligan’s Island that featured Mary Anne…
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