If it’s only 67 outside, why does it feel hotter than the fires of hell in my apartment?
The above via Ultramundane, which is populated by a fellow New Schooler, although neither of us bears much resemblance to the one in the photo…
Things I hate tonight:
- Stupid soccer moms at Target who don’t quite grasp the concept of “six items or less” and don’t even take out their checkbooks to beging writing a check (who writes checks anymore anyway?) until the last possible second.
- The inability of Alberstons to staff their stores properly.
- Tower Records now that they close at 10:00 on weeknights.
Things I love tonight:
- The Young Ones, which I hadn’t seen in about ten years until tonight.
- Not having to get up at any specific time tomorrow.
- Four-day weekends with three-day weekend guests.
Some rhetorical questions must be asked in a semi-public forum, and this is one of them: is there anyone who really thinks Sally Forth is funny?
Is it just my imagination or is this stale comic strip (about the boring soccer mom and her gadget-happy husband and their annoying daughter) no more than half a step above The Family Circus for sheer belly laughs? Does anyone really give a flying fuck about mom’s office politics, or about daughter’s fascination with this month’s (or more likely LAST month’s) pop culture phenomenon, or about whatever the hell dad does all day?
it’s not that they’re a white suburban middle class family. It’s that they’re a BORING, UNFUNNY white suburban middle class family. I would not go to dinner at their house. I might not even brake if I was about to run into their minivan…
There. It needed to be said, I’ve said it, and now I can move on to Foxtrot. I love Foxtrot…
Thanks for listening…
Random thoughts for a Tuesday afternoon:
- Bad day. Bad, bad day. It’s time to get serious about job-hunting. But enough said on that subject.
- The weekend was much better, which, of course, made today look even worse by contrast. I do love my boy, and I’m anxious for the time when seeing him stops being a weekend-only thing.
- Is it just me or does it seem there might have been a better way to memorialize the victims of the World Trade Center attack than to have (very) low-flying planes circling around San Francisco and scaring hell out of the unaware on Memorial Day? Jeez, it sounded like they were going to take out the Bay Bridge and graze my roof in the process.
- Which do you think will be more effective: legislating what can and can’t be advertised on TV or (gasp) suggesting that parents should maybe get off their asses and monitor what their children are watching and eating. Why raise your own children when you can have the government do it for you? Heaven forbid anyone should have to learn to think for himself and make his own decisions. It’s much easier to just dumb everything down and call it a day.
- Nothing says class like statues and fountains.
- Does anyone else share my craving for KFC tonight? I’ve been frustrated in all my recent efforts to satisfy this craving and now I’m wondering if it’s really worth it.
Hmmm. Just in time for my birthday, with four days to spare…
Hehehe (link via Rae, who lived through the very same hell as me)…
It’s no secret to anyone who knows me well that my many years dealing with the public shaped my personality in a very meaningful way. Believe it or not, there was a time when I actually liked people and had faith in humanity…
OK, maybe I’m overstating that a little, but I really was much less cynical before I started interacting with the public for pay. Even now, when I haven’t really waited on a customer in a retail business in about five years, I still can’t shake the notion that a high proportion of the people I’ll encounter in the course of an average day will be blathering idiots…
It’s depressing sometimes, especially since I’m usuallly right…
So baseball players are using steroids and there’s currently no rule saying they can’t. Is there any real reason I should care?
I’m a strong advocate of ethics, but I prefer to fight battles about things which actually MATTER in the overall scheme of things. Frankly, this is no more of an ethical crisis than the fact that certain musicians are stoned out of their gourds when they walk onstage. Get some perspective: professional baseball players are nothing more than somewhat overpaid entertainers. Earth will continue to orbit the sun no matter what drugs they take and whether or not their performance is enhanced by taking them…
I’m no more appalled by this than by learning that Milli Vanilli lip-synched their musical drivel, or that Bart Simpson’s voice is provided by a woman, or that certain game shows in the 1950s were rigged in order to make them more entertaining. Really, who cares? It’s show biz. It’s all about illusion and entertainment. We’re not talking foreign policy here…
One benefit, though, is that a 50% drug-abuse rate might save us from any number of tedious TV guest appearances by ex-jocks in coming decades, since many of them will be dead and all…
So I guess I’ll be spending the weekend with my mistress rather than with number one. Not my preferred state of affairs, but at least there’s Vertigo with Sarah at the Paramount tomorrow night (or tonight, depending on when you tuned in)…
But for now, sleep has an almost magical allure. I won’t say exactly why I lost so much sleep Wednesday night, but I will state for the record that I won’t be visiting Quizno’s again anytime soon…
Once again, if you happen to be in Kansas City tonight, this is where you should be. Good luck, Señor Drub…
Well, that was pretty fucking stupid. One little Apache configuration file, uploaded to the wrong place because I wasn’t paying attention this morning, and all of my sites became virtually unusable for a couple of hours. I didn’t even notice until a few minutes ago. Anyway, it’s fixed now, and I hang my head in Apache-enhanced shame…
I should’ve just stuck to my program of mindlessly plotting the evolution of Peter Marshall’s hair on the Game Show Network all day…
My server logs are gonna be UGLY tonight…