Since I no longer have the ABC Friday night lineup from 1972 to count on:

• I seem to be accidentally stumbling on lots of Canadian films on Netflix of late. There may or may not be any significance to that. Probably not.
• Speaking of Netflix, I cannot for the life of me determine what movie I’ve ever watched that would suggest that Ayn Rand: In Her Own Words should keep being my “top pick.”
• Mr. Kellogg and I have, it seems, a radically different notion of what constitutes “one serving” of cereal.
• Only one more (extremely long and stressful) week till vacation. And a visit from Duncan next week too!
• Best of all, though: Tonight marks the end of that ten-day run of Erythromycin I’ve been taking for a little gum infection. If you’ve ever taken it, you’ll know why I’ll be very relieved not to be.
• Maybe even better still: Low of 47F tonight and 41F tomorrow night. Be still my heart.

Good night, all.

So I guess there’s a bit of a premium for that convenience. I just went to FedEx and spent more to send something three-day than I would’ve spent at the post office for overnight service. Sigh…

Other Monday stuff:

• You’ll no doubt be relieved to know that I’m more or less over the serious funk that you didn’t know I was in yesterday.
• My extremely important vacation is now once again in the hands of the nice folks at Canadian immigration. Long story. Don’t ask.
• On the plus side, my AppleTV has also recovered from the serious funk it was apparently in yesterday, and I finished a major administrative task at work today.

Time for some Hawaii Five-O…

It’s kind of quaintly anachronstic to say that I’m sitting at home on Saturday morning waiting for the postman. It’s also kind of a pain in the ass because I have other things I’d rather be doing.

I’m waiting here because there’s something coming that I’ll have to sign for and it will be an even bigger pain in the ass if I miss delivery and have to go in and pick it up next week. Since I live and work thirty miles apart, and since the post office closes at 5:00, it’s not like I can just pop over on my lunch hour. I’m addition to waiting in the interminable line and interacting with the rude, surly postal workers, I’d also have to take time off from work.

All of which is indicative of why the postal service is in trouble now. The fact that it makes even its premium services like Express Mail so inconvenient through limited hours, etc. demonstrates why FedEx and UPS are winning that battle. At least they manage to keep some staff on hand so you can pick up a fucking envelope after work.

Yeah, I realize that postal rants are just too easy, but it’s been a while since I did one.

Assorted thoughts while spending a Friday evening with Gene Tierney:

• The first day of fall is always a happy day in my world, meaning as it does that the long hell of summer is coming to an end.
• I’ve been having very odd sex dreams the past few nights. I suppose this continues my recent trend of dreaming about habits I’ve given up. If only I could start dreaming about pizza and fried food…
• I don’t know that I’ve ever heard anyone call Starship a classic band before and I sincerely hope that I never do again.
• Here’s an article that just screams, “For the love of God please don’t read the comments, or you head will surely explode.”

Sorry. That’s all I’ve got tonight.