If it’s only 67 outside, why does it feel hotter than the fires of hell in my apartment?
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.
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…
Attitude suitably adjusted, I’m on my way as soon as I hit the shower. I’m not going to let a funk spoil anything I’ve been waiting two extremely long weeks for. See you in five hours, baby…
This may have been the fastest weekend on record; it seems like about eight hours passed between the time I was drving down to Fresno on Friday and the time I was driving back today. I didn’t want to come back. Not just because I didn’t want to leave Mark (although that was a big chunk of it) but because I didn’t want to be back in this damned city, I didn’t want to think about going to the soul-sucking part-time job tomorrow, and I didn’t want to continue wondering if my computer monitor is about to die…
But it was a good weekend. Aside from the, ummm, obvious, there were really good thrift store finds and good food, and the weather was even largely cooperative. Who’d have thought I’d be so excited about highs which “only” reached the low 80s?
This whole commute thing should be over in a couple of months and I’m really looking forward to it. I just hope I don’t lose the edge and street cred I have through knowing exactly what fast food and gas options are available at every exit on Highway 99 between Manteca and Selma…
“More uncut Godfather coming up on the new TNN.”
I have neither a forsekin fetish nor a daddy fetish, but it still got my attention…
There’s been no internet access at work for two days now. This has significantly affected both my ability to do my job and my occasional need to avoid doing it for a while. Business has suffered considerably as well, but I guess it’s par for the course within a company which promotes its “high-tech” image, but still can’t manage to pay its newest recruits enough to attract any who know the difference between a computer, a hard drive, and an operating system…
I don’t care really, as long as I can start checking my email at work again soon…
Wow. A “Father Knows Best” marathon on TV Land…
I’m 12 or 13 years old, and I’m home sick from school. I’m eating cereal and watching Father Knows Best and Dennis the Menace and Hazel on channel 36. Yeah, we have cable, so I can watch stations all the way from Charlotte, 90 miles away. Cool, huh? Once those shows are over, and my only choices are bad movies and soap operas, I’ll probably spend the rest of the day dragging out the Sears catalog and my dad’s dirty magazines, looking for anything resembling revealing pictures of guys…
I’ll read those “letters” in Penthouse and try to figure out how actual sex works (and not quite understand the concept, or so it seems when I look back at some of the dirty stories I wrote back then), and sometimes I’ll even find a picture of a girl which does it for me…
It’ll get messy and I’ll be a little sore by late afternoon when I have to think about preparing the house for my returning parents. I’ll be thoroughly engrossed in a Partridge Family rerun on channel 8 when they arrive. And pretending I’m still sick so I can do it again tomorrow…
Yup. A “Father Knows Best” marathon on TV Land. Not to mention yet another reference to masturbation within a single week…
Aside from the above, I’m also reminded that I need to get my dad a Father’s Day present tomorrow…
Mark left early to go do that Father’s Day thing. I’ve already called my dad too, and now (unless I get a little more motivated to do laundry) I have the rest of the day to ponder life. Or watch TV. After all, that “Father Knows Best” marathon is on again tonight. And you know how excited that gets me…
Weekend highlights:
- Sister Betty’s birthday bash, where I not only got to eat miniature Krackels and windmill cookies (among my favorites) but also ran into a couple of old friends I hadn’t seen in a while, one of them a Devious Bi and one of them a Steve.
- A seven-dollar breakfast at one of the last remaining Lyon’s, consisting of four pancakes, three eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, and hash browns.
- Dinner with Dan, Jamie, and Mark at Rocco’s on Friday night.
- Grapes on sale for 97¢ a pound at Safeway. Yes, I’m eating some now.
And the slight down side:
- Mild gastointestinal distress all weekend. Most likely gluttony-induced.
- Not getting that Father’s Day present delivered on time.
And then there’s the particularly appealing fact that I got to wake up at random moments in the middle of the night seeing that boy curled up next to me and realizing it will be an every night thing before too long. But that was mushy. And I wouldn’t want Rick to lose his banana pudding on graduation day. Congratulations, by the way…
After two days of not looking at it, I’ve also decided I like my new design. If any of you hate it, all I can say is, well, too bad…
Something I really don’t understand: the appeal of all these TV documentaries trying to offer scientific substantiation of Bible stories. The faithful are going to believe the Biblical account whether or not there’s scientific evidence supporting it. And aetheists aren’t going to care how much that rock formation may resemble someone’s idea of what an ark looks like. Given that neither the believers nor the non-believers are likely to be swayed, who are they trying to convince anyway?
Anyone who disagrees with the idea that hate crime laws are tantamount to government legislation of individual thought should ponder this: in just about every state, you will face a stiffer penalty for murder if that murder occurred while you were also committing another crime (say, armed robbery). Hate crime legislation essentially places certain unpopular THOUGHTS in the same category with violent crimes…
I was sort of horrified to read recently that California has a law specifically banning the burning of a cross on someone else’s property “for the purpose of terrorizing the owner or occupant.” Why, pray tell, would it be legal to burn ANYTHING on ANYONE else’s property without their permission, regardless of motive? Doing so is just about always a threat, both to public safety and to the neighbor in question, and it’s most definitely not free speech…
So Rich took much better pictures than I did…