Mom’s Coming

Mom‘s here tomorrow afternoon. Guess that means I should clean the bathroom tonight. It also means my email responses and exciting journal entries will be even less reliable than usual over the next few days. Try to conceal your disappointment; do some Christmas shopping perhaps…

While I’m at it, I should update that Wish List, just in case anyone cares…

Also on my mind on a cold Wednesday afternoon:

The potential of not engaging in any creative attempts at keeping warm for two and a half more weeks.
Where to stash the porn ’til Mom leaves.
My rumbling stomach from not eating lunch today.
The cold I have this nasty feeling I’m getting.
How much I secretly want that kid in the Dell Computer commercials to die a slow and painful death.

I Can’t Even Think Straight

From the Chronicle:

Lindh noted that his son had been interviewed right after being pulled out of a flooded dungeon in a fort where he and others had been in a fiery standoff with US and Northern Alliance forces for days — and that anything he said at that point should be taken with a grain of salt.

“I don’t think he was thinking straight at that moment,” Lindh said. “I don’t think anyone could think straight at that moment.”

Maybe not, but you have to sort of wonder what the hell he was doing in that flooded dungeon in the first place. Following his dream, I guess…

Found Money

I love it when I’m cleaning up the house and find money. And by that I mean actual paper money. It’s especially nice when it happens about half an hour after I paid lots of really nasty bills…

I may go spend it on ice cream and 7-Up at the corner store since I’m parked too well to risk driving anywhere better and losing my space…

Randomly Sunday

I’m a little tired, there’s not an unclogged artery in my body, I have this sort of goofy grin on my face, and there are random articles of clothing scattered about the living room. Good weekend, all in all. Y’know, after a really shitty year, I’m quite happy with the way the last few months of it seem to be playing out…

Yes, Mom. I really like this guy…

If I could just get rid of the lingering health problems and find a job which paid a little more and sucked a little less (or even better, more freelance), I’d be happy as a clam…

Random ponderings for a Sunday evening:

Just what the hell IS a tin woodsman? Were they all big old screaming queens like the one in The Wizard of Oz?
Has it really been 18 years since I last sat through the aforementioned movie, one drunk night in Greensboro?
How do certain plants sense that you’re just about to give up and throw them away and suddenly start putting out new growth?
Will there EVER be a normal schedule for first-run Simpsons episodes (and other Sunday night shows) on our local Fox affiliate in San Francisco? And will said station ever have a website with even the bare essentials (like actual program information) on it?