Old man yells at cloud
Have you ever found yourself in one of those distrurbingly contented moods where you’re driving up Highway 99 at 85MPH, just sort of grinning this stupid grin and giddily singing along to the most insipid 1980s pop songs imaginable as they play on some Central Valley radio station?
I have. Thanks, by the way…
I thought the rain would never end. I love rain, even cold, long-lasting rain. But this was one of those ill-timed storms which kept me from doing other things I needed to do, and it just went on and on like the Energizer bunny, fogging up my car windows, causing me to utter random profanities as my umbrella turned inside out, and generally keeping me from making so much as one holiday purchase…
But it’s bright and sunny out now, which is not generally my favorite weather, except when I have a 180-mile drive ahead of me. But in a mere 435 minutes, I’ll be in very close proximity to the most wonderful boy in the world…
Music swells. Video switches to mildly annoying slow motion effect. Cut to image of crashing ocean waves…
For those of you leaving your computers today, have a happy holiday of your choice…
The question is “how do I arrange an office Christmas party with about three hours notice?”. The answer, as it so often is, would be “Chinese takeaway”…
Most of my work for the year is done, although I have to do a bit of payroll and an inventory next week. I can now concentrate on starting my very minimal Christmas shopping, making my new DVD player do useful things, and (more pleasantly) where I’ll be and (even more pleasantly) who I’ll be with in 1460 minutes, not to mention who else will be here on Monday…
Maybe I’ll even buy an actual DVD this weekend. Or even start making one. Either way, it’s cinch I won’t be answering email, so don’t feel slighted…
That was creepy. I just checked my voice mail. I had one message. But it wasn’t a message. It was a conversation between a telemarketer and a victim; apparently they were using one of those multiple dialers and my voice mail picked up at precisely the same moment as some woman named Rosalie.
Had she not promptly told the guy never to call again, and then hung up, I might have discovered all manner of personal information about her. Yet another reason never to give telemarketers any info about yourself: there may be unintended third- parties listening…
Amid all the amorous countdown messages (4356 minutes to blastoff, by the way), I’ve neglected to mention that I’m also pretty damned excited about the arrival of Duncan and Rick on Monday. And I’m also contemplating my Christmas Day meal. I imagine the menu will be pretty much straight from the double-wide. That’s just how I cook…
Today I also realized that my Christmas cards are probably not going to get mailed, and that my Mom and Dad will be having yet another Christmas by FedEx™. I’m very glad I have a very substantial discount…
Somebody who didn’t like something I’d written threatened to report me to the “web authorities” tonight. Anybody got their address so I can plead my case? I’m just terrified. Really…