Friends Coming, Me Going

Duncan and Rick are coming to SF for Christmas. At least there’s some good news…

Which is nice, since I was called a “weather pussy” today. My self-esteem is suffering greatly. And we prefer the terms “weather wimp” or (even better) “differently climatized” around these parts, thanks…

For the weekend: adventures in Fresnoland. For tonight: moving the car, more work on a website in a language I don’t speak, writing several checks to several doctors, and scurrying off to Safeway with whatever money might be left…

What Attention Span?

What attention span?

The people I most worry about during these anthrax scares are the letter carriers. And not for the reasons you think. My fear is that some of them are going to snap and do unspeakable violence to the next idiot frat boy who cracks an anthrax joke, chuckling and thinking he’s probably the first one all day who was “original” enough to think of it.
Yes, these are the same frat idiots who run around yelling “hot enough for you?” when it’s 110 outside.
Yes, I work with one of these idiots.
Biggest score of the weekend: a cheap CD which sounds like it was mastered from a warped 8-track, but contains the song “Winchester Cathedral” by the New Vaudeville Band.
Children should not be heard and should only be seen from a great distance.
Sunday the 14th was one of the hottest days of the year. On Sunday the 21st, I almost turned on the heat for the first time. Ahhh, October.
Best find (as opposed to score) of the weekend: a semi-abandoned laundromat in Mountain View, where Jamie and I did our laundry (mine being a considerable amount) in realtive peace.
Second biggest: finding an Albertsons down the street from it, which was closing for good and selling out its entire stock (sale items included) for 25% off. I’ll have canned tomatoes, cooking spray, and Beef-a-Roni until the end of time.
Why have I suddenly developed this fascination with Oswald from “The Drew Carey Show”? It can’t be healthy…
Has anyone other than me noticed that all these super-patriotic commercials and public service announcements lately are disarmingly similar in production, tone, and music to those “free speech” announcements that ran at the beginning of almost every commercial porn video a few years back?
And has anyone considered what a good idea it might be to get some free speech announcements on the air right now, before people forget what it is?

Randomly Wednesday

Happy birthday, Mom…

I’ve slept. My little bug seems to have disappeared. I feel much better physically and slightly better psychologically. Be relieved; this might have been a really unpleasant journal entry otherwise…

I’m pissed off that (again) I’m not at the North Carolina State Fair this week. Everybody seems to be going, even my friend Rae, who lives in Chicago ferchrissakes. I want barbecue and hamburgers served by little old Methodist ladies in hairnets, dammit…

I’m also pissed that they finally tore down Anton LaVey’s house, and I never once went by to look at it and take pictures…

While I’m at it, I’m nervous that I’m starting work on my first website in a language I don’t speak. I’m also pleased to announce that The Hyaena is now one of us cool kids with his own domain…

Icky Month

I went to Sacramento this weekend, and I couldn’t sleep there either. And now I think I’ve caught a little bug on top of everything else. I’m really not enjoying this month…

But neither is much anyone else, evidently…

Dreams and Station Wagons

Funny, I’ve been having strangely vivid dreams lately too (as well as waking up in the middle of the night too frequently). Not one of these dreams has been particularly disturbing, nor has any of them had any particular psychological meaning (that I’ve been able to discern, at least). The strange thing is that I’ve been remembering pieces of them when I wake up. I usually don’t…

I will say that several of them have had to do with transportation. There was one where I purchased the 1963 Dodge 440 station wagon (complete with push-button transmission) which my childhood neighbors used to own. In another, I was waiting for a train at a really large and crowded MUNI station, which was, for some reason in a very rural setting, surrounded by grass and one convenience store, not to mention elevated. And, of course, the streetcar turned into a long-distance Amtrak train as soon as I got on. I think it eventually morphed into a Greyhound bus…

The other one I really remember had a sort of romantic component to it and involved someone I have no intention of being romantically involved with, so I ain’t talking about that one at all…

It’s sort of nice actually remembering dreams again, but I sure would like to sleep through at least one night this week…