current state of mind: introspective
I’m dressed all in blue and I’m remembering
you
And the dress you wore when you broke my
heart
I’m depressed upstairs and I’m remembering
where
And where and how and why you have to go so
far
~ ‘Come Around’ by Rhett Miller
The Kentucky
Derby is this weekend. Cinco de Mayo is
also this weekend. I am planning on
attending a Graduation Party on Cinco de Mayo, at an Irish Pub. I don’t know the significance of patronizing
Irish Pubs on Cinco de Mayo – but when friends graduates from college, you have
to trust that they have made an “educated” decision while planning their own
party. My guess is that the whiskey and
live music are the draw! Woot! Woot!
I have
multiple siblings – but one of them rings me every morning on her way to work. In fact, she sometimes rings me multiple
times while I am working. This is the
challenge of having a direct line to my desk.
Luckily for K-shrub, she is the funniest human I know. I am going to share a few quotes from her
this week – you’ll have to take them at face value, as any explanations I give cannot
possibly do them justice.
1. “You can’t squeeze me. . . ohhh no . . . “
2. “Yeah, I know, but they’re Magnum . . . well,
one is”
3. “ooooh, Kat we need your help . . . like they
don’t know I have The Pregnant.”
4. “Look, stop calling me at work. I can’t talk
to you. . . tell Brack I said hi, gobble gobble. love you bye.”
So a tandem
hang gliding trip went horribly wrong in Canada this week. What was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime
experience, a gift of love, from a boy to a girl, resulted in the aforementioned
boy digitally recording his girlfriend’s death, as she fell from a hang glider.
The pilot was fine. To find out “what the hell happened up there”,
authorities sought the memory card from the video recorder that was attached to
the glider. Here is where things go from
very bad to very strange . . . the pilot, who moments before had landed the
glider safely on the ground, said words very similar to these, “Um, I would
give it to you; but after my passenger plunged to her death, taking my shoes
with her, I got a little hungry and thought it would be appropriate to EAT the
memory card. So, I cannot give it to you
right now.” X-rays reveal that the
memory card is indeed inside the gut of the pilot. So, like when a dog eats an engagement ring,
nothing can be done except wait for nature to take its course.
*Still no
word on my Reality Series or the Apocalypse – when I hear, you’ll be in the
know. Speaking of Apocalypse Reality
Shows, I really, really enjoyed ‘The Colony’.
I wonder why that isn’t back on TV.
Can someone research that and fill me in, please? It was almost as good as the PBS series, ‘Frontier
House’. It wasn’t as racy as ‘Regency House
Party’, but really, what is?
One more
thing: No, Jimmy Wales, I am not
donating money to Wikipedia. You created
it, you can pay for it. Please stop
asking me for money for your random factoids.
It’s as bad as door-to-door encyclopedia sales, except I don’t get to
laugh at you lugging around 30 volumes of really heavy books.
PERSONAL NOTE: We’ll always have Chicago . . . and Verizon .
. . and the scene in the street. Looking
back, yeah, maybe we could have done things differently.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: “Never say you’ll
never leave; because you never know till you try.” – R. Miller
It may not
be what you thought . . . but things seldom are, are they?
