Journals : 2005 : February
2 February 2005 | Link this
I made a bank run for work this afternoon and as I left, the teller told me to "have a blessed day". Now even if I believed in such a thing as a "blessed" day, which I don't, wouldn't it sort of be out of my hands as to whether or not I had one? Wouldn't that instead be up to the one doing the actual "blessing"?
Yeah, semantics. I know. And then there's this:
Jeez, what did they do? Shoot him? Wouldn't it have been enough just to have cancelled his speaking engagement? Did they have to cancel him?
I'll stop now...
2 February 2005 Later | Link this
Note to the folks at "Mornings on 2" on KTVU: most people don't really watch morning news shows for long periods at a time. Thus, if you tease stories repeatedly for an hour or so before they actually air, all you end up with is a lot of pissed off people who never see the story in question and who eventually stop caring and start watching some other channel's morning news...
Especially if watching that other channel frees them from hearing the perpetually trite pronouncements of one Frank Somerville...
4 February 2005 | Link this
New rant: The Land of Lowered Expectations™...
4 February 2005 Later | Link this
Interesting dream, but mine was stranger, I think. I don't remember all the details, but the basic plot was that Mark and I were immigrating to Canada. The checkpoint and sign-in for immigrants was part of a very large semi-outdoors sex club situated around a lake. Mark went in ahead of me while I signed some paperwork and checked my clothes, which seemed to take an inordinantly long time. Then I couldn't find Mark, so I stolled around the lake wondering how many of the fags there really wanted to move to Canada and how many of them were locals who were just there for the sex...
Then I woke up, realizing that I needed to take a whiz, and pondering how dressing and undressing always seem to take a really long time in dreams...
8 February 2005 | Link this
The date has been set...
9 February 2005 | Link this
So is there anyone out there who just happens to live in Charlotte and just happens to have a spare job they're not using right now? Or, more specifically, one that they won't be using starting aroung the middle of June?
Just wondering...
9 February 2005 Later | Link this
And while I'm at it: what's a good pizza place in Charlotte nowadays? It's been a long time...
16 February 2005 | Link this
A year ago this morning, I was cold, wet, and exhausted, but quite excited because I was about to marry the most wonderful boy in the world...
17 February 2005 | Link this
Think what you will about his music; it's not really my cup of sour mash, either. But you can't help but love that man's jacket...
24 February 2005 | Link this
I'm not sure why every time I visit Southern California there seems to be some sort of Armageddon-like event going on, which means that (a) it's very tedious to watch the local news, and (b) I'm a little reluctant to call my mom and let her know where I am...
Anyway, now that I'm home I can reveal that Mark and I were in San Diego and Long Beach over the past long weekend, that we ate well and met up with Shane and Chuck, that we spent an extra day on the road getting the car fixed so we could come home, and that it was very moist all over Southern California all weekend long, which was rather refreshing...
I'll probably have more to say on the subject later...
27 February 2005 | Link this
Since I'm doing such a stellar job of keeping my personal web journal up to date, I've also added one over there, for those of you who may care. It is, after all, my most popular website now, so some fresh content couldn't hurt...
And yes, I'm refusing to use the ridiculous term "blog" on that one too. I've been doing this a lot longer than 90% of all "bloggers" so I can call it what I damned well please...
28 February 2005 | Link this
I am now important. I have finally earned my first free night as the Red Roof Inn frequent sleeper. Yup. It's class all the way for me...